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Stations of the New Cross By GlassJaw

April 28, 2013
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The crow. arises
And steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of the new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
Even his conscious is eating him alive

Tell them all…

I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in one regret to hold
You when the morning appears again

Dawn of devotion
Temporary nuance
I light fire to bait a prey
Simpler than you are
Though you don’t believe I might
Even his conscious was eating him alive
Tell the world

I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again

The crown arises and plucks
The dreams from my eyes
The stations of the new cross

Miracle in Inches By GlassJaw

April 25, 2013
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I hope contempt for God as well
And his faux religion
We undersell
If I’ve reason to believe
To soul lies to itself
I’ll show them mercy
But will I lie to myself?

And again you’ll find
A miracle in inches I know you will

I hold contempt for her majesty
She answers only to charity
Ready my head for disbelief
But superstitions help
I show them mercy but do I lie to myself?
I’ll hold contempt for God as well
(until he delivers by hand)

And again you’ll find
A miracle in inches I know you will

Vanilla Poltergeist Snake By GlassJaw

April 24, 2013
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I’m hoping to be proud
Hoping that it shows
I look in the mirror
Hoping that he knows
My heart is to be found
Giving way to getting wet
Red tide
I find it so peculiar
How you sit and stare

No one gets out alive
No one

For now and always
Hoping for the best
A pretty cigarette
Leaves the head a wreck
I beg you to believe
Assumption leaves you in
Red tides
I find it so peculiar
How you sit and stare

No one gets out alive
No one

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
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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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
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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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
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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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
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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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…

April 17, 2013
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Okay, the first post apparently muffed up the video so here is a second with the goods intact. My apologies for the error! Now, listen!

The Gillette Cavalcade Of Sports By GlassJaw

And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A round and a bout..
down I’m scared.
To throne nowhere.

and I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A mountain of doubt down I’m heir
to throne nowhere.

Cause,

Here’s where the train ride ends.
Screaming, “is this your decision?”
We were the best of friends,
I’ll go nowhere.

This isn’t where,
This isn’t where I found you

“And my Life is such a ball then I run the world from city hall”
And I knew you all.

“And my Life is such a ball then I run the world from city hall”
And I own you all.

In this,
In this Holiday Inn..

Well,
Welcome back race fans, it’s Cavalcade sport time again.
Here at the jamboree,
Home of the hits.
How you doing Bob?
It’s the last stretch
And my heart.. my heart stays in the lead
And we see first, second behind my heart is my mind
Third behind my mind is my body.
Fourth behind my body is my soul
And my heart stays in the lead.
Coming around the stretch..
That was a good one Bob.

No dutch.

“Home is where the heart it is…”
“on the bus!”

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.