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1000 ferite
459 sono le cose andate male
800 sono i Watt con i quali ascolto “Squirrel Song” così Ruvida e Struggente
1250 sono gli euro che devo a Miriam per averle distrutto il motorino
215 sono le volte che inserito il disco sentivo “To the one true God above” e non mi annoiava
900 è la cilindrata della panda di Giancarlo nella quale si faceva spesso uso di stupefacenti
2000 è l’anno in cui ho comprato questo disco
22 sono le recensioni che ho scritto
293 sono i secondi che si attendono prima che “Mama Gina” esploda in ritmiche Noise
20000 erano le lire che mi mettevo da parte per comprarmi i dischi ogni venerdì pomeriggio
10 è il numero che leggerete sul vostro stereo quando ascolterete “Watch Song” e penserete (che disco!)
36 i minuti che vi intratterranno all’ascolto
3 sono i gruppi in cui ha suonato Steve Albini
Troppi sono i gruppi che ha prodotto
Pochi sono i minuti che ho impegnato per scrivere questa recensione
Circa 100 sono i secondi che voi impiegherete per leggerla
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01 Prayer to God (02:50)
To the one true God above,
here is my prayer.
Not the first you've heard,
but the first I wrote.
(not the first, but the others
were a long time ago...)
There are two people here,
and I want you to kill them.
Her, she can go quietly,
by disease, or a blow
to the base of her neck,
where her necklaces close.
Where her garments come together,
where I used to lay my face...
that's where you oughta kill her,
in that particular place.
Him, just fucking kill him.
I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do -- I want it to.
Fucking kill him but first
make him cry like a woman
(no particular woman)
let him hold out, hope that
Someone or other might come and
Fuckin' kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already, kill him. (x5)
Kill him already,
Kill him already,
Kill him, fuckin' kill him.
Just fuckin' kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him.
Fuckin' kill him already, kill him.
Kill him.
Fucking kill him.
Kill him, just fucking kill him,
kill him already, kill him already,
kill him,
Amen.
03 Mama Gina (05:43)
Oh, My Mama Gina
Had a Sister, Angelina.
If There Is a Heaven
(Though I Think That There's no Heaven)
She's Probably Dancing With You...
She Liked to Dance; She Would've Liked You.
When She Heard You Died
My Pretty Girlfriend Cried
And Cried and Cried
And Cried and Cried
And Cried and Cried and Cried and Cried...
She Liked to Dance and She Would've Liked You.
07 Canaveral (02:38)
Call it Canaveral
I won't say his name
could've had anyone and he did
what do you think could make him stoop so low
What do you think could make him
stick his hands in my life
what on earth could make him stoop so low
what do you think would make him
stick his cock in my wife
what on earth would make him stoop so low
Like to put him up up there in one
Like to see his face
Like to put him up there in one
Blow him up in space
He'll fertilize the rice in China
With the cinders of his remains
Want to start a country somewhere on an island or an archipelago
or a peninsula or an ipsmuth or a fjord or an inlet
even a mountain
Print up stamps and money there
and they'll all have Oswald's face
08 New Number Order (01:39)
Ok
Here's what we're going to do
We all know the numbers right?
From zero to infinity
Whatever
Some other number with a mess of zeros behind it
Here's what we're going to do
We're gonna change the order
of these numbers
to make things interesting
Ok here we go:
1 Million and 1
Sixty-six
1 Billion, twenty-five, seventy-five thousand
1 Billion and eight, six, something
Zero
1 Million 1
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