MILENIUM

A poem inspired by the figure of Ripley in the Alien trilogy.
Recorded sep. 2019 with my best American accent! 

Heard about the fourth movie, a real horror apparently. 
So, no peace as yet?

Science of RIP

High Roller's Reminiscence

Out of ideas

Vice - City

DIAGN0STICS

Mag1c1ans

Mix by Alan 'Mode' Grace

Lyrics:

A delusion of grand doors
A pollution of every man's law
Dissolution of pans score
The ballads sport
Land war to handle the poor
Ill Slander more
As the adders caught
But ladders fall
It's rather short
Of salad sauce
Source the candles flaw
A flicker, sought wicks and thicker whores
A sicker sort of richer pawns
With richter mourns
Give em gore, thawed out
Bored of doubt drawn conclusions
Insatiable thoughts, cold fusion
Slaughter cows for ignoring vows you nuisance
Snoring clowns
In roaring clouds 
The futures found

An omnivore for yoni ouch
Wound right round the yogis snout 
Shoot them
Muzzle flash the rubbles wrath 
Hubbles batch of bubble baths 
Trouble bridge burnt huddle sling singed turds
Water puddles under the gutter glint dirt wonder 
If riddles of Hymns hurt the other 
Dim when curtains cover 
Criminals cringe while learning lovers
Lynch for fun, hung with linen rugs
Swimming doves, spare us the cutter dud 
Cluttered minds govern time with floods of swine blood and blights of 

Chat shit get muted
In fact I'm used to it
Get flutes for quick loosh and Hiss
Venomous
Hence I'm pissed
Spirit whispers miss, risk it for biscuits
Dipped in crucifixes drip
Like who's your misses missing bitch
Slit to slit
Hit the bottomless pit
With vomit to spit
Honestly 
Let's abolish the pricks
Obviously you're not winning lotteries just watch the flick

COLD FUSION

Fame Is A Gun

From album "Jungle Jezebel", by great and fabulous Divine, made back in 1982.
Hi-NRG 12" remix version.

Out of ideas

callback.

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