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Since
We
Felt, This
I’ve.
Wasted.
Like this.
Scrubbing raw.
This is something you can never
clean.
We got a group ticket.
(It’s True)
Grease is.
Building.
(So Far)
As they’re watching.
(Too far)
Stepped off.
The plane.
Now.
We decided,
after much
deliberation.
Trust ignited.
At the soaps
infiltration.
I walked into the white room,
so clean
it’s clean.
They offer
to soap
my back.
Is this what you paid for?
She asked.
In the bubble bath.
Floating sack.
Never come back.
Luckacs real Spa.
Fat guys in the bath.
It’s in Hungary.
Enema’s,smoked fish and babies.
Luckacs
Is the place.
You’ve always wanted.
To be a star.
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Welcome my friends
to the linguistic centrifuge of charisma and chronic… (holds ears)
The jazz forum for experienced number enthusiasts and autistic centrists with advanced finger disease
And numbed out frat head delinquents with hand to foot disorders and
cranial wiping
But there is a point to the frantic readjustment of subjugated freedom, especially when put through a dichotomy of preconceptions progressing through a multiplex of preconceived perspectives and perplexing prognosis. Because nouns are artifacts and facts are artistic verbs used to forbid us from telling the truth.
But what are we really trying for when theres nothing but blue notes and grey skin already in place? What can jazz teach us about polka?
Where have you gone, my beautiful queen, the lost fragment of what I thought was a sure deal: The real quadrant of chaos, the copulant quark of quirky cacophony. You are my muse…
And so thus must you amuse me. Bring me to the brink of the edge, let me binge on the fringe…I AM YOUR ROGUE in vogue, limited time only, for free only in advance. You guys Don’t play any music here, just wait until I finish…
I said wait
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT
Hold on
Do you have any Major Thomas?
Wait a minute I thought you guys were gunna play
the Grand Wazoo
or at least the Major Thomas
or Creature from the Black Lagoon, not this non mongrel type typhoon, esquevell told us to stay tuned for less than more than what would be a few if it weren’t for the two new dudes from cancun on a vacation to the moon. Do you like to dance? Its free, of course, in advance. Lets get fancy, take off your pants and try this…
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3. |
Fifty - 3
07:19
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Refresh
Ing
He reached for a coffee.
It was never meant to.
Money fallen down there.
Go for it man its there.
Wait and Seee.
Fifty three.
Guts dont work.
I’m fucking fifty three.
Get your nails done
Get your head screwed on
Its all there
Pay right now for it.
Wipe your ass no shit.
Cleans the skin legit.
Now you’ve gotten far.
Think the worlds done.
Reminds me of it.
Lost like a chosen son.
Selfish old bastards.
Consulting insecurities fast and quick.
They’re shining utensils.
If you can direct them where to stick.
There’s gotta be answer.
Sitting in the spa and bath.
Find it quickly.
Or suffer the aftermath.
Pay right now for it.
Wipe your ass no shit.
Cleans the skin legit.
But the memories remain.
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We
Are
Ne
Ver
Loaded up and headinsouth.
Frightened though.
Guess we gotta talk bout it
Don’t want to it ebs and flows.
Break it up and
Find reasons not to do it.
We will never be.
Like our solitude.
Everything is free.
Broke arms.
In the trees.
Wash it all away.
Worst for wear the other day.
She puts her hand under the towel.
But I get the feeling she dont know how.
He had a mission.
In the kitchen.
But it was wrong.
So wrong.
Now he’s an idol.
Misread the title.
Wax your ass.
Wax then ask.
Loaded up and headinsouth.
Frightened though.
Guess we gotta talk bout it
Don’t want to it ebs and flows.
Break it up and
Find reasons not to do it.
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5. |
Lately Rina
03:17
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Lately Rina.
The attendant there.
Dreaming Rina her buttocks bare.
She was longing for my love.
She just don’t know it behind the gloves.
Lastly Rina
Let me in.
You kneeling over.
I lick the skin.
She never wanted or thought she did.
But my lovely Rina, is stuffed with kids.
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Just damn
Getting through the cracks.
But it’s gotta be done sometimes.
I figured after so many hours.
Days.
Clocks.
Ticking along.
Trying so blatantly.
To Move.
Move it said
(different voice) “Move the large hand against the short hand.”
Or figuring that time and clocks and it and going and gone could be.
Once I saw it.
Just sitting there.
Violently clutching the last seconds.
Tick.
Just a Tick.
And all these scurrying rodents never knew what hit em.
We couldnt have gotten far when these benefactors latch on to thoughts like laws dissolved.
Never trusted myself. Never trusted others either.
Never myself though.
Never
Couldnt.
Never.
The big T.
Taught
teaching
thought
Training.
Telluride.
Tick
Tick Tick
It was a tough day.
At the plant.
Budapest
Walking through the white doors.
Blocked by the sun.
Cracked wall paper down the front.
Levelled at the corners where the two walls meet.
I never could see through em.
They were there though.
Grafted like a tattoo.
DAzed.
I’m DAzed.
Good riddance.
I jumped into my el camino and headed for
(yell) wild country!
(Different Voice) “It’s just a spa”
Lose yourself in the doors.
Shining like light against the dark black boots of stomping feet crushing underneath.
The broken leaking remnants of guts remained.
Lastly they like roses in a shop filled with utensils.
Stabbed and bleeding and soaked through.
Skin just at the surface.
She measures me.
The sort of measurement one did once to determine what bled.
Taking these experiments to the soaked tshirt where her dark red spots can be seen.
A large scale demise.
I tried teaching them.
And then deciding.
IT wasnt worth it to me. Or her.
This is.
Spaaaaaaaa. (whisper)
This is.
Spaaaaaaa. (whisper)
If they’d just listen.
Spaaaaaaa. (whisper)
I could
Spaaaaaaa. (whisper)
Regain
Spaaaaaaa. (whisper)
Regain
Spaaaaaaa. (whisper)
Tick
Spaaaaaaa. (whisper)
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7. |
Fat Cmdr.
00:53
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Let the tanks.
Tanks
Hit the ranks.
Ranks
Get the kids.
Kids
The ones who hid.
Hid
And as the broken children clawed their way past all these bodies
And you a general in the fifth divison go and relax here in the spa bath
Let the tanks.
Tanks
Hit the ranks.
Ranks.
We’ll never see.
As it’s hidden
Reports come in.
Broken division.
Shine it up.
Then ship it.
Kill em all and forget it.
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8. |
Palinka
01:51
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9. |
Blisters on my pee-pee
02:43
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Older Now.
Receding.
Blisters there.
Right There.
No Hair.
Giveme.
Something to do and say.
TO SAY.
And I thought I’d get some more experience with this.
Just hunkered down and tired.
Thinking these things.
Horrible stupid things.
No one can change it now.
Retired
Now I can
Think above it.
Lost in there.
No one can tell you.
I’ve got blisters on my pee pee.
Older Now.
Receding.
Blisters there.
Right There.
We’ve been slowly sinking.
Wasted Youth
In my fifties.
Lets just stop.
(It is comin)
Stuck Thoughts
Response
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10. |
Bobmarxley
01:58
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11. |
Bublsbludundcum
01:02
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12. |
Sittin' on the couch
02:09
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I’m Sittting.
On the couch.
Wasting.
Wasting awaaaayyy.
Never Gonna
be.
No not.
Gonna
What you.
Wannt TOOOOooo.
Sitting on the couch.
Yea sitting right there on the couch.
No Never gonna be
What you want to be.
Can not
To me
To me See.
Sitting on the couch.
Yea sitting right there on the couch.
No Never gonna be
What you want to be.
I’m Sittting.
On the couch.
THE couuuch.
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13. |
Kockaroach
00:56
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14. |
You're a little Freak
06:20
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Sin
fully.
Lest us not be fraid.
You can nev
er
be
that wayayayyyyyy.
Be cause
You’re just a little
Freak
Strapped do
wn.
Just a pieceeeeee
(of meat)
It’s all.
Only such a game.
They are.
Something they can’t face.
Lame.
We can not trust.
Sin
fully.
Lest us not be fraid.
You can nev
er
be
And it hurts so bad I cant.
Will you
Jump in front of it
Lest you
Do not give a shit
Time
It’s not a crime to
Be prepared
For what you have wrought
It’s alottttt Like
Pain
Treated like I know it should.
Dug up
sullied stinking plants
grown there
Lowly psychophants
Tame
Image
come but one for all
You can't
see it wonderful
Framed
Like a picture
She saw down
facing angry crowds
Gun shot blaring
Sound
We can not be replaced
Sinfully
question everyone
Comment
arguments run
Hate
click the camera sees it
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15. |
New Skin
08:30
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16. |
Hungarian Spa
05:01
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Alex's Hand
Alex's Hand was founded by: Kellen Mills and Nic Barnes in 2011. Featuring their compositions the band existed in varying formations from 2011-2019. Based on a do anything you want ethos the music featured many prominent musicians in its 8 year existence. The last and final album is "Hungarian Spa". Their past work was licensed by RAIG records. ... more
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