clutch - blast tyrant (atlas of the invisible world with illustrations of strange beasts and phantoms) / ryhmä 2
clutchilla aina nii tulkinnanvarasia sanotuksia.... mut syystäkin kyllä yks niiden pidetyimmistä albumeista. kokonaisuutena varmaan top 2 clutchin levyistä terv. mä.... blast tyrant on muutenki niin siisti nimi vaikka inhoon miltä toi ukkeli näyttää
mercury / palomaa
Renegade heaps Humanity abandoned Bower of the vowels You lit them and fanned them
profits of doom / kuusela (palomaa)
tän albumin kontekstissa palomaa mut muuten kuusela
Swallower of planets, the profits of doom Quarterly projections, the profits of doom Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers Gideon is knocking in your hotel while you slumber
the mob goes wild / hellström
Please allow me to adjust my pants So that I may dance the good-time dance And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders Into a trance Give disease so the swine will marry And propagate lies Tough luck for elected officials The beast you see got fifty eyes -- And that man on the TV who speaks to the dead You know that man's a phony Everybody, move to Canada and smoke lots of pot Everybody, move to Canada right now Here's how we do it: Bum-rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it
cypress grove / natasha, amalia, vieno
There are women in Cypress Grove And if they catch you, you don't go home So, get to bookin' and don't look back A one-way ticket on a two-way track Two-way track Now tell me Holy Diver, where you at? There's a woman on the hill in a wide-brimmed hat With a shotgun, .44 And a big bloodhound in the back of a jacked-up Ford
promoter (of earthbound causes) / heikinaro
Ready to rock if you want to roll Please step away from the vehicle Ragnarök revolutionize Give me just a minute while I clarify Cooled down my temper, tried to remember What it was I wasn't to lose And I probably could, were it not for The beer and the broads and the broads and the booze
the regulator / heikinpalo
Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat? For not a year later, it's got you lying on your back You should have closed your windows and got another dog You should have chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks And how many times Have I prayed The angels Would speed me away? Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head The Regulator, swinging pendulum Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head The Regulator, swinging pendulum Come with me and walk the longest mile Come with me and walk the longest mile
worm drink / hellström
I'll march no longer I'll fight no more You can send out all the track snivelers But I'm done with war Wind 'em up, bring 'em back Conscript, deserter The Worm Drink is loose Wind 'em up, bring 'em back Conscript, deserter The proof is in the juice -- If you see me at the bottom Please bring me my running shoes (Ah-ooh) And if you see me getting caught up Yeah, you'll know what to do (Ah-ooh)
army of bono / hellström
Your local programming Interrupted By the mindless banter Of a soulless talking head Roll out the red carpet Dripping bloody tongue Pay no mind to blue berets And all their shining guns Don't worry It's just stigmata Pass me a napkin And don't you dare tell my mother Who you gonna call When the man brings his hammer down? Goose-stepping with A smoking Irish fly
spleen merchant / ryhmä 2
When I die, you can cut me up And take all that you please But pity the poor, dumb fool Who gets my bleeding spleen Corn pone, I born tomorrow My bone marrow protein filled Scotch whiskey Men of Tain Have come to split your skills Hey! Hey! I got your heaven! Hey! Hey! I got your burning hell! Hey! Hey! I got it all right here! Hey! Hey!
(in the wake of) the swollen goat / hellströmin jahtaajat
The governor, he been long gone Anchor dropped on his front lawn Build a keep and dig a moat The return of the Swollen Goat Can you hear the fife and drums? Barnacles barking at the sun? Ain't no chance, so don't you try Now, everybody got to die Bury your treasure, burn your crops Black water rising, and it ain't gonna stop "We do not desire tributes We desire information We seek the Worm Drink Who has lately betrayed his nation"
weathermaker / palomaa
Mi corona es la montaña Mis ojos, el sol Mi boca, es el viento Mi pecho es... Los llanos Los arboles, mis puños Mi toga es la noche Mis ancestros son nadies Mi descendiente es todo el mundo Soy el tirano maldito Destructor de mundos Malabarista de muertos Infante de inpunidad
subtle hustle / heikinaro
Back again with a quickness Pick it up, pick it up Master arithmetic-ness Light it up, light it up I got the heat in both feets Snake handler's hands Come back with slickness And do it all again, yeah My subtle hustle Smooth as mother's butter I let it ride on I let it ride on -- I got your number I steal your thunder I got your mother's maiden name Tattooed on my arm
ghost / ryhmä 2
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve The sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
(notes from the trial of) la curandera / amalia
Let us vote to dunk the witch In the river Styx and photograph the lye So, in the shadow of Cerebus Her spirit will reside La curandera is the young girl In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white She dances on black sand in the night In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand King of the briar, mouthful of sand The scale and feather, lock and key Lord of weather, the beast at peace
wysiwyg / hellström
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