1. |
Heathen
04:33
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Heathen
Verse 1
I am a heathen
I’m the only one
I exist in the past and the future
But the present wasn’t part of the deal
Argue with me
Tell me I’m wrong
In your back seats a manic depressive
And he wants to take the wheel
Prechorus
Tell me what’s my sin
Did I let it rot again
Immigrate my teeth beneath your fucking limbs
Wrap the meat in sweat and plastic
Pull of all my skin
Pull it pull it pull it till it stretches to thin
Verse 2
Pretend with us
That you’ve been touched
That gods found love in you
Then mess with us
And mangle us
Til you find something new
(Prechorus)
Verse 3
I am a reason
Just some common filth
If he made us in his image
Then he wasn’t looking at me
Pull off all my skin
To promote a fresh start
(Prechorus)
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2. |
Mo Bamba II
03:49
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Mo Bamba II
Verse
Oo he is special
Not like the others
Never worked a desk job
Never needed a pep talk
She knew where he was going
And he knew it well
I won't to sell my talent for cheap
Oo he's original
All organic thought
Influenced by no one
Shake the scene by its feet
Sound of change falling in his next piece
I won't sell my talent for cheap
Pre-Chorus
He like what he like he won't compromise
He does what he does he does what he loves
He's valuable, his thoughts are valuable
They're fine art
Give him one moment he'll spoon feed you his heart
Hook
we see that your useful
we see that your pieces are something we need
With a little arranging
We could stitch you up get you on the TV
The diamonds are dancing
We know that you want the earth sun and the see
But their love is fleeting boy
You'll get your one chance to shoot
Verse 2
Oo he is happy
Can't you see him sing
Processed pulverized
He's everything sweet
And we need him
Need his body
Collect the figurines
Taking talent for cheap
He got his minute his nickels his dimes
The only thing working against him was time
Because people don't care that long
They just move on
Taking talent for cheap
Pre-Chorus
He like what he like he won't compromise
He does what he does he does what he loves
He's smiling, looking through the TV
With these words printed behind his eyes
Hook
Outro
When my times done and the people've been told
Flies on my body with the fruit and gold
Will my sales go up 900 percent
And will that pay me back the life I've spent
Will my sales go up 900 percent
And will that pay me back to the life I've spent
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3. |
Water Polo
03:51
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You can find him in the poppy fields he’s got no maker
skin too tight with salt and saline a godless creature
Cheeks are rosey red and puffy never felt a tear
But he’s lonely we can tell it and he won’t make it here
His stance is upright with a salute thinks that he makes the rules
Plastic teriyaki chicken served from his commune
Can’t wipe us clean of our damn shine
You’ve gotta Eat of the poor and love them at the same time
The letter she wrote me
She wrote it in vain
The words that she showed me
Simplified my brain
I could not believe
In something supreme
The letter she wrote me
She wrote them in vain
Golden steeple modern people why has he lost his fear
Smiling faces in the places where the land is stripped bare
Do you have an explanation? he said absolutely
But if you think your is better than you’ll have to shoot me
Consequential dreams form moves he never made
Regret like fresh squeezed lemonade
Your lying and you know we knew it
Your human and you’ve got to screw it
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4. |
I Think I'm Fine
05:57
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5. |
Memorial Season
04:16
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Memorial Season
Chorus
Let me plug you in
I’ll put you straight through the plaster
The connection is weak
The signals traveling faster
If I pried your mouth open
Could you even speak
To the ones that you keep
In your heart, in your soul
That maybe aren’t there at all
Just call
Memorial Season
If they aren’t there at all
Memorial Season
Just call
Just call
Verse
You were staring at the crystals and the hippies
And you were so alive
Does it bother you that everytime its loud as static
You will never get anywhere
Lost in the void of something
And you would never want to explore
Hook me up to big machines and send me off to
Communication
Chorus
Memorial Season
Let me plug you in
I’ll put you straight through the plaster
The connection is weak
The signals traveling faster
If I pried your mouth open
Could you even speak
To the ones that you keep
In your heart, in your soul
That maybe aren’t there at all
Just call
Memorial Season
If they aren’t there at all
Memorial Season
Just call
Just call
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6. |
Dead Noise
06:35
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Verse 1
Cracks in the concrete
Living for dreams morning expectations meet
Life caught him standing up
road burns on his neck
Add some color add some color for effect
Keep those bony knees intact
keep em bloody
Turn the heat up
just to keep his thoughts muddy
Life caught him looking up road burns on his neck
Let another day pass let another let
Chorus
Walk me through
We’ve been here before
It's nothing new
trained for nothing but war
Verse 2
Hallways of dead noise
Plastic is shining from palm tree sticker shores
Life caught him standing him
Road rash on his neck
Expecting some day love will come
Wonders which part of him will reach to his youngest son
Life caught him standing up
Road rash on his neck
Let another day pass let another let
Chorus
Walk me through
We’ve been here before
It's nothing new
trained for nothing but war
Verse 3
Let him know if you see it shining
Let him know if you’ve been burned
Let him know if you see it shining
Let him know if you hear the noise
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Pom Pom Seattle, Washington
Pom Pom is a 3 piece band from Seattle with a sound ranging from psychedelic rock to post rock to hip hop. They aim to capture the energy of a live jam in every song by basing every musical decision off raw feeling. After three years of practicing and developing their style they self-released their debut album “Slum Gum Atrocity” on February 15, 2019. ... more
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