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Death Church

Album - 1983 - DeB Id: 293363
di Rudimentary Peni
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 "Una breve ma monolitica molotov lanciata contro il mondo dei media, delle corporations e dei vivisettori."

 "La voce di Nick Blinko sembra un bastardo incrocio tra quella di John Lydon e quella di David Tibet."

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It's Escapist shit of a feeble kind
a fucked up institution for fucked up minds
holy Matrimony is a Blissful Myth
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Couldn't stand Dummy+Maddy no More
Thats why I had to go to the Psycho Squat,
Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body
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Have you Realised that Rock Stars
Always seem to lie so much?
John Lydon once said he cared
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Poppycock (00:35)
Poppies are the Opium of the People
You prefer poppies to people
You take pride in Genocide
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The Black Cloud gathers smothers my Brain
As i cry another tear in this struggle of Pain
Another hurdle to clear is it all the same
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What's that festering Grotesque
Over there in a
Wheelchair, Wheelchair
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blasphemy squad, thriving on hate, in the warfare state, like piss in a pod. -ch- never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. death love god squad + the babies of christ, pin you all down, in their burial mound. -ch- never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. no need to feed, from corpus christi, no need to cower, inside you's the power. -ch-never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. hairy white mouse + the rubber arch bish, the crazed entourage, their immoral barrage, they censored this line with a brick through my head, washed my mouth out with pope.
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when you are a martian church, when the dust has settled, + you're born again, maybe as a martian church, maybe then you'll see, that your reality, was squashed into banality, when you are a martian church.
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i tell you about the animals- how they suffer how they die, you try to hide guilty doubt- from me with an appeasing smile, you never want responsibility- for this murderous cruelty, the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies - you won't let your conscience see. ask yourself what makes you want this- torn ripped flesh so desperately, are you worthy of having this suffering- brought about to fuel your greed??? not satisfied with killing animals- you're killing millions of people as well, as the numbers increase of those dying- in your man made 3rd world hell. millions dying all the time- locked in your abbatoir of greed, whilst you destroy them + yourself- by taking much more than you need, there is no justice in this death- no illusion i'll let you hide behind, the tradition you use to hide animal murder- is nothing but a thin disguise.
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Inside (01:23)
no longer want to listen to your insane lies, or call for the blood of those who've died, or lust for the tears of another to be cried, no longer want to suffer this pain inside. no longer feel the need to crush all in sight, or play any part in a cruel + bitter fight, to maintain a blood stained curse of pride, no longer want to suffer this pain inside. no longer want to suffer this pain inside.
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Slimy Member (00:56)
grind your bones to make their bombs. nothing so slimy as a member, or obscene as the prime cut, the real chaos merchant, severed head of state. masters of disasters. with jingo + jargon, juggling with our jugulers, the iron lady cried, the people came to see, the rust blow down the street, morbid crowd.
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Love is Not (02:03)
love is not your parents lies, it's a myth that they create, true expression you're denied, in their "love" it has no place, love is not your parents lies, do they really care for you? why then must they hide behind, duty + guilt that smothers you. love is not your parents lies, strung up by hostility, never doubt that they're so kind, it's a sordid parody, love is not your parents lies, blackmail keeps you in your place, you can struggle you can try, but they won't see your real face. love is not your parents lies, but you dare not face this fact, their pretence at paradise, keeps you down + holds you back, love is not your parents lies, smash the myth of unquestioned love, it's a role they hide behind, dumb pretence is not enough.
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Happy Farm (01:23)
as you walk out of the valium of death, a sad feeling limps around your brain, funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent, pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins, war junkies perish in the wreckage, of their brains, mindward earthlings seek to change our path, stench crawling over the snow, bilious bodies terrorized by fastfood sugar demons, unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families, meltdown in the melting tin pot boilers, another crutch splinters + snaps, time to heal the split atoms now, happy farm.
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v stone the crows + fuck the pigs + pass the ammunition to jesus- the holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where, ten tons of the babes foreskin + fifty-thousand skeletons of jesus. army of jesus. tho' the world ate all your shits they're still allowed to starve the turin shroud can't cover up your evil-smelling cloud deliver us from jesus, forever + ever, bloody men.
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Rudimentary Peni

Rudimentary Peni sono un trio anarcho‑punk/deathrock inglese formato nel 1980 da Nick Blinko (voce, chitarra), Grant Matthews (basso) e Jon Greville (batteria). Noti per l’estetica oscura, i testi disturbanti e le copertine illustrate da Blinko, hanno pubblicato album di culto come Death Church, Cacophony e Pope Adrian 37th Psychristiatric.
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