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GlassJaw: A Reawakening

Two Tabs of Mescaline By GlassJaw

April 23, 2013
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… sounds pretty amazing right now

I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities.
K-Q-E-D
“It’s a tune that equals you.”
I feel
Hallelujah I fail,
Bulemia I’m frail.
Hallelujah I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.

And…
This is worship and this is tribute
Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…
And, and,
You fit in!

K-Q-E-E-E-E-E-E-D
“It’s a tune that equals you.”
I feel
Hallelujah, I fail,
Bulemia, I’m frail.
Hallelujah, I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.

And…
Am I worshipping or am I tributing?
Loving, crumbling, ripping, and failing.
My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
And, and,
I fit in!

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It’s cool.
Be cool, girl.

Sailor, Sailor
Sailor, Sailor
Sailor Scent
Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Sailor Scent.

And…
worship, tribute
crumbling, ripping, and failing
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…
And, and,
you fit in!

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It’s cool.
Be cool, girl.

Radio Cambodia By GlassJaw

April 22, 2013
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AHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Radio Cambodia By GlassJaw

I’m not impressed,
I guess I’m not impressed.
With which dialect, which dialect marches best,
And who reaches heaven in what order
When our kids are baptized in mortar.

It’s a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we’re left to dance these bodies ’round the fountain.
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
Who’ll be riding in a tank that says “just married”?

I’m not impressed,
I guess I’m not impressed.
With which dialect, which dialect marches best,
We found that ultimately you can make it snow in the summer.

Contrary to what you believe
We oscillate and vary speed.
The food in jail is sulphury.
How do inuits spell relief?

Summer’s trudging closer and a flurry of white as well.
It’s the heart of nuclear winter and I’m scared as hell.

It’s a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we’re left to dance these bodies ’round the fountain.
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
Who’ll be riding in a tank that says “just married”?

Cosmopolitan Bloodloss By GlassJaw

April 21, 2013
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Cosmopolitan Bloodloss

many ways, many days, many phases down the line…
when people whisper it makes her nervous.
it’s you from the airport addressing most littlest.
in several days i just might prove worth it.
after all should they let you decide?
anyway, in a way…
walk the wire, walk the line.
when people whisper it makes her nervous.
it’s you from the airport addressing most littlest.
several days too late to unearth it.
we are the most impassioned, ugly people;
Ugly people say

All Good Junkies go to Heaven

April 20, 2013
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A little YouTube browsing brought along this little gem and although it’s a little rough because it is a live track, I enjoy the raw perfection 🙂

All Good Junkies go to Heaven By GlassJaw

From the pills for the whispering
Even children know you are
sickened by your own protest
and you make sure it will pass
And you made it your business
to fish the tumor out
so you take and shake it, shake it
out of the ones you are

When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven

You bottled divinity
for the thimble to drown in
It brightens the children’s faces
when you water your old man
a sinner at gun point
you keep your monkey fed
and he takes and shake it, shake it
out of the ones he hurt

When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven

You bottled divinity
for the thimble to drown in
It brightens the children’s faces
when you water the old man
a sinner at gun point
you keep your monkey fed
and he’ll take and shake it, shake it
out of the ones you are

When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
all good junkies go to heaven

Mu Empire By GlassJaw

April 19, 2013
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Mu Empire By GlassJaw

Mr. Shiver, I’m glad you sent a line
euphoria’s endearing
but it’s cold; we might as well retire to the
drawer where all used things (where all used things)
reside.

Mr. Shiver in the river
you were sold
you were told

I feel (I feel), if we make it over the mountain.
I feel (I feel), if we make it… if we make it…

Dressed in leather, red ball and vault attire
the most ironic place to be is easy (yeah):
between my finger and the blade, right before I let the used
(I let the used) resign.

Mr. Shiver in the river
you were sold
you were told

I do (I do) if we make it over the mountain
I do (I do) if we make it… if we make it…

You might lose the one you choose,
you might lose who won you, times ten,
(times ten, times ten, times ten)

You might lose the heat you choose
you might lose who won you, times ten
(times ten, times ten, times ten)

time time…

I do (I do) if we make it over the mountain
I feel (I feel) if we make it… if we make it…

Stuck Pig By GlassJaw

April 16, 2013
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Stuck Pig By GlassJaw

lay down in this latrine in nail-bomb,
in the city of Molotov,
in the province of gun,
in a hole off the highway in the land of two suns.
and sometimes I grow pissed when my blow goes like a quickie in the snow
but i’m sure i’ll go down inside.
i chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
on the feet of a dragon.
alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
the seed of a bastard.
some night’s the wind pipe’s covered in dope.
i pray it be covered in a rope.
me, me, me.
grief, grief, grief.
beat the heat.
grunt fuck.
grin fuck.
push her in the snow fuck.
the dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.

Tip Your Bartender By GlassJaw

April 15, 2013
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I found a pretty cool video for this one. It takes the studio version and uses footage from live shows for a makeshift music video. I hope you enjoy! I’d give more of an explanation but I am functioning off of the few ounces of sanity I have while I fight through my cold/allergic conundrum.

Tip Your Bartender By GlassJaw

hit it one more time for our men in uniform
(with a price upon their heads).
this is a war.
bottoms up.
call it what you want,
the color changes up in the sun.
not throwing stones at you anymore.
your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder
anymore.

all my X’s live with hexes.
this is why I hang myself
with jealousy upon a fence-post
half mast.
fashion: war between the guilty and
the guilty and the teen.
i’d like to die like mice do.
i’m crying in the beer of a drunk man.

fashion.
buy it.
load it.
shoot it.

Pink Roses By GlassJaw

April 14, 2013
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Pink Roses By GlassJaw

you like to carry my heart in a bag that’s broken.
you’re asking when do I stop?
when the bottle’s empty.
blacker than my father’s soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
pink roses.
nomad:
drowning rat.
black.
black.
so black you can’t even grasp the fact.
blacker than a beggar’s soul, rich enough to save us all.
lead with your need as god descends.
cold in the ground.
what gets me this down?
the smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
i want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you.

Black Nurse By GlassJaw

April 12, 2013
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Now, I apologize for any omitted lyrics in this installation; I am relying on the “interweb’s” variations. And I am at work so I can’t listen along to pin down the faults. Although he is pretty clear speaking in this song so I am hoping that the contributors do him justice.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been slowly contracting some relentless illness that continues to ravage my respiratory system. But, I digress… enjoy!

Beyond poor
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured.
Beyond right in your offset eyes

On dominus ground
If what I say isn’t true
I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The police down at the motel

I’m aware, I see
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without.

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
To return what I’ve given out.

Beyond poor,
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured
Beyond right in your husband’s eyes
Does he bow when you’re around?

What I say isn’t true
But I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The last man in what the first to take the vow

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
Return what I’ve given out.