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Cacophony
Album - 1988 - Debaser id 64432

di Rudimentary Peni

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Nightgaunts (00:58)
Rudimentary Peni • Cacophony
hairy flesh impinges from all directions, somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner,giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door, dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets, black statuettes animate square heads firestokers, skewer me in flame, paradise lost dore aient no rowboat, nightgaunt nightgaunt, hellish barb bifid, nightgaunt nightgaunt,impossible bat wings, nightgaunt nightgaunt, they took my father today 1697, nightgaunt nightgaunt, but science foils our phobias, nightgaunt nightgaunt, noiseles faceless for faces frighten neighbours, nightgaunt nightgaunt,bloated somnambulitic shoggoths plash, nightgaunt nightgaunt, hpl paraphrased ad nauseum, nightgaunt nightgaunt, obscene clutch indigestion? gripe? cancer! nightgaunt nightgaunt, recurrent nightnare of death, nightgaunts nightgaunts, epistolarian oneupmanship/soliloquy-lecture, hallo sonny! i suppose you know...
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The Only Child (01:56)
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Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'm the only fucking child there ever was I'm the only fucking child Adulthood is hell Namby-pamby protracted childhood The only alternative Namby-pamby protracted childhood Earthworks of infantility The facts of life cleaned from passion-killing anotomical tomes You don't need pot to see Pan. You don't need pot to see Pan I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl And I formed a dislike for killing things which could not fight back Childish and childlike My rocking horses at the head of the stairs My rocking hearses I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence And Providence is me
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Sarcophagus (01:02)
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imprisoned with the pharaohs, i notice no race predominates, but slavery's still the norm, sarcophagus, sarcophagus, sarcophagus,flesh-consumers of the great house.
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Lovecraft Baby (01:43)
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Lovecraft Sonia Haft Lovecraft Susie Lovecraft H. Poe Lovecraft Winfield Kill em all and bear Lovecraft's baby Feed it reg'lar how it grows Everyone wants to kill someone, but they don't Everyone wants to but they don't Too many braincells Drowning in inkwells OK, HPL just cos I don't talk proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural barbarian, proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural barbarian, indeed. The sickliest bodies produce the greatest thoughts Fourth generation teetotaler Memory man, muscleless man Hear a lovecraft ccccrying I am a tasteless, unsophisticated yokel I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo The last of the line with the strangest decline Lovecraft baby L o v e c r a f t b a b y
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Imps of the Perverse (01:48)
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[song without words] tintinabulation tympanum. tinnitus as the paraquets' song.
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Kappa Alpha Tau (00:47)
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kappa alpha tau fraternity, felidae fetish, why did your cat run? artefacts of the aether, specks of the universe, noble aloof independent, kappa alpha tau for eternity.
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Memento Mori (00:34)
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die bugger, die bugger, die bugger, bugger die, die bugger die.
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The Day the Universe Ceased (March 15th 1937) (00:55)
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(march 15 one thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven) bloated with gas, stomach specialist, death certificate 1066 1492 1642 1776 1894 1923 1924 1925 1924 1923 crash
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The Crime of the Century (01:12)
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Yuppiecide disposing of the bodies difficulty -the evidence impossible ripe for a coffin The dolled up figurine Impossible to hide the secret from the world dirty blood Death's blood on head nationless annihilation and the Christman's religion? Suffer now for the paradise that is to come Chosen Aryan myth birthed and perished in Poland Polish pope Popeish Anti-Semite ripe for a coffin Venice stinks cos Venice invented the ghetto Africa 150,000 years ago modern-looking man Homo erectus Peking man Java man Archaic Homo sapiens Neanderthal unchanged Strong brow-ridge cave man cranium prognathism Variations of modern People in classical morphological interbreeding Bad blood Neanderthals unchanged Mummified mitochondrial DNA Organelles, cytoplasm egg conceptus sequencing Vietnam man skullhole Origins unknown out of Africa skin change psychesame fresh prejudice Collapsing cosmoses dreaming of adrenalin deathrush cosmology Early earth atmosphere ancient death atmosphere happenstance Beyond the magma smegma skywomb microfossils strimatolites on rocky Coasts antrotrophs heterotrophs consuming the products and degradation of the higher levels Slime on rocks Probing the microbes Little Lord Fauntleroy and Lord Foppington were in the bath Press darkly there's pitch and toss. Heavy swell thro' the eyes of a storm secret motions and agitations of the oceans we loll. How does your conscience smell five miles downwind of a slaver The mist rolls back a stick of bombs fall a seismograph depicts the siren's call as we cover our ears flaying of satyrs by firelight Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic state of the Eighteenth century had reached an advanced form decomposition enfeebled and effete inarticulateness Pilasters niches multicoloured tiles lord whore farted Discolouring the fillings in your teeth that the archeologists unearthed bleak corrective furnishing self with solemn grandeur Statuary marvelous intoxicating to the fancy sick and sad Send her to Bedlam obnoxious to strangers a loud din of voices among the multitudes the strongest emotions I have ever known It is a great vexation for me to stop me vitals playing the giddy Goat out of season perquisite lichen the age of tombs foolishfashion Yonder issue to the top 'tis a pity the design was not conducted by a better judgement
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Musick in Diabola (02:08)
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The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight supplies us with the note "F", a humble bee "C", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio, for they recall the lost illusions and optimisms of their initial ululations -50 year old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E Major has a quality all its own harsh, fierce, and strong -A shout of joy! The bass captures the neutral grey and the extremes of white and black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral parlour, we are the Arkham hearse's drunken drivers. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear Bergson said that by studying the maps, pictures, guide books, and plans of Paris, it is possible to discern the weight of monuments, the height of statues, the distance between landmarks, and the like, but that any amount of such contemplative visualisation is vastly inferior to a ten minute walk along one of the great city's magnificent boulevards. I have been to Paris in company with Poe in a dream. If I were to think of a name of a band, Rudimentary Peni would be the last thing I'd come up with, and if I did I'd probably dismiss it immediately. But some people have decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe hailing from what is now Shipley Yorkshire, who defeated the Roman legions at the notable battle in I think 53BC -what a name to be lumbered with. O well, it's their decision -what's in a name Ravenscroft? Rudimentary, my dear Peni. I take all the noises you made in the world, eat them -spew them regurgitate them- excrete them - bury them - shoot them off to the stars Thunderous music hemispherical cosmic temple - executor of extraordinary proficiency 'pon the forte oddest pitch gusting turbulence ye gods I've penned tri-tones. I must be away to confession And I died singing this song
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