puntiniCAZpuntini

As the congregation grows
The lung of solitude deflates
To my ears the greatest sin
Feel a bit like Beethoven

Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst
Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...
He had no choice

We can't seem to find the air
To get our message through your heads
Poor respiration is sure
To keep clear communication obscure

As if I should care
As if you are listening out there

The louder you speak the more I can hear
The less I can understand
Pound on it, pound it in
To my ears the greatest sin
Feel a bit like Beethoven

Paint my lungs so silently
The darkest color of your noise
A crowd will contradict it's own audibility
Can't hear the dialogue for the voice

No one is listening
Yet ears are ringing

Ears are ringing...

In the morning I will see
What you were trying to say to me
As I respond into the sink
Need not again hear myself think

Ears are ringing...

Wax within my ears has grown
Just like the snot inside my nose
My interpretation of distorted conversation

I will kill for isolation
Sacrifice the energy
To enjoy the breath of silence
When the blood comes naturally

I have chosen to plug my nose
Before the threshold of pain has grown
Mole out from society
Survive off my soliloquy

Removed I can speak as he has
Bleeding from nose throat and ears

All behold the spectacle
A fleshy limbless rectangle
Sitting on a pedestal
So nasal handicapable

Sniff and remember silver ball
Contortions that he can't recall
The torso on a trampoline
The happiness melts into dream

To talk is an enunciated sneeze
To taste is some foul air to breathe

One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
And he fucks himself as he fucks the world

His twitching brain can dance within
Gyrating more like gelatin
A secret means of ecstasy
Acute and very olfactory

To see is colors crawling in the nose
To hear is stinking highs and lows

He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away

With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta

Smell, Sweat, Movement.
Everyone's dancing.
Disco.
Dimple.
Fading. Darker.
A subtle fragrance.
Faint.
Everyone's dancing without him.
Where did it go?
Dark.
Odorless.
Nothing.

Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love
The self's coagulated

Egg...

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Boiling hard in euphemism
Slowly becoming part of the water
Like a frog who never knows
The jacuzzi's getting hotter

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

How'd you know I was looking at you
If you weren't looking at me?

A stagnant pale perfume
Conceived to block the pores
The clotting glands encroach
The endless comfort of a mom
Deep inside my tanning salon
Wishing life was poached

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

I can't seem to differentiate
Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take
I just want to fertilize you

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

The cracks finally appear
Release cholesterol tears
The flooded cyst drains itself of pus
The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk
So as she drives she'll close her eyes
Feel it warming up inside

edisni eht morf gnittoR
evol dna raef fo taeh eht yb detabucni-revO
detalugaoc s'fles ehT

Egg...

Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg

There's no place like home...

Impotence
Boomerang
I'll stab you

Clumps of hair
In the sink
Who's hiding
Things from me?

You knew all along, goddammit
But you wouldn't tell me
Well, look at you now

IT'S NOT FUNNY, MY ASS IS ON FIRE!
Paraplegic, inhuman liar

Carve a smile
On your face
Everything's great
Suffocate

It's beyond my control...I'm coming!

Boo
Redundant
Boring

Okay, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there
It's time to win a chance to butt-bang
Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666

The urge is too much to take
All I can think about is playing with myself
It's time to masturbate
I've got my Hustler and I don't need nothin' else

Ginger...Ginger

My hand gets tired and my dick gets sore
But the girls of porn want more
So I flip throught the pages one more time
And I just let the jism fly

Yeah yeah yeah

A quarter for a peep show
A private booth or talking to a naked whore
XXX video
976 and I can whack it on the phone

Nobody's home, I'm alone
The devil in Miss Jones
Nobody's home, I'm alone
- AJA & JHON HOLMES -
We got gushin' gonads, tingling tushes
Hairy balls and hairy bushes
S & M, whips and chains
Pregnant ladies with menstrual pains
We got hand jobs and nipple tweaks
Finger bangs and slappin' cheeks
We got rape, necro & both ways
And lots of hung studs for all you gays
We got incest & bestiality too
We got Sade & the sweetest taboo
We got girls who'll eat your pee and poo
And guys who'd love to fuck your shoe
There's she-males, lezbos, & shaved beav
And D-cup mamas with so much cleave
Senior citizens who love to watch
And sniff those skid marks from your crotch - yeah!
Ain't got no woman next to me
I just got this magazine
And what's on the TV screen
But that's okay with me
I was trained to fuck you baby...

(Però Lingo è più bello)

Capelli Neri? Figli di annibale. La pelle scura? Figli di annibale.

No Turk, BASTA MACCHINE!! (però ciai ragione, è andato tutto l'editing a puttane)

Falllo recensire a M.Priv Nick, dai che Lemmy è un metallaro cintura nera Nono Dan ( come minimo ) se la merita una rec di Primavera. E poi cè Steve Vai, mica latte e tarallucci.

si vero, non ho guardato la data. Però con i side project non si sa mai, magari finisce come i Tapeworm che si sono ufficialmente "sciolti" senza far uscire una mazza (a parte quella traccia a nome apc che non mi ricordo) o come i Mad Season che fra poco rientrano in studio dopo 10 anni e con 2 R.I.P. in più sul libretto, mondo infame. (canta tutto lanegan, però non sò chi piglierà il posto di Baker Saunders, ma tanto di basso nei Mad season ce nè (era) poco o nulla)