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Institution
03:38
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Halt the truck at hell's iron house
Throw the latch herd the fresh meat out
Crushed up tight in a long line of maniacs,
firebugs, perverts and slack jawed louts
Lined up two-by-two 'long the wall
Heads are counted and numbers called
Rag tags sunken down 'round my shins
'tween two great apes dribbling 'bout ten foot tall
Warden stalks the halls stoking fear
Drags his rod with that sadist’s sneer
Hauls the deviants from the throngs
down the hole of darkness and silent drear
Served up rat milk and rancid meat
by a c**n with twelve absent teeth
Watch your back when you’re round o’ bogs,
time is hard and your ass is goin' cheap
Marched out back to the beaten flat
Bolt like pigs from a rifle crack
'Round and 'round a ring 'o dust
'till hamstrings tear and our ankles snap
'Till the bell tolls the day is late
meet you out by the boundary gate
Wipe the blood and shit from my eyes
home to a glass of milk and chocolate cake
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2. |
Sediment Tea
03:23
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Down west-side central on a dog day's noon
'Round the ramshackle tenements of Tenth Avenue
Where the languid and the listless dawdle aimlessly in vain
Anaesthetised long to the summertime pain
The scents waft sweet down from room twenty-three
Where the harridan is brewing up a sediment tea
The crack pot whistles out a beckoning call
And the pigs spring hot from their noonday sprawl
And they clamber up the stairs on all threes and all fours
And they sniff and they scratch at the bottom of the door
Take a sip from the pot and a crack upon the jaw
And the next day they'll be back again for more
Now the pigs lie placid in a midsummer's sleep
A new band-o-neighbours come a-rolling up the street
A ragtag caravan of vagabond clowns
Hammering their concrete stakes in the ground
Now the panes shine polished to a hideous sheen
And the air reeks bitter of a noisome bean
The block abound with foreign bred freaks
As the pigs go scrambling from under their feet
And they clamber up the stairs on all threes and all fours
And they scrape and they holler and they wail and they claw
There's a board with nails and a notice on the door:
"Lil pigs come crawling round these parts no more!"
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3. |
Charli is a Boy
03:59
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the moon in up now, babe
we're on the lookout watch
along the dead city streets
curbs of notorious blocks
where cretins, critters and creeps
crawl 'neath the cover of night
sweet-toothed for sensuous thrills
wet-lipped for carnal delights
we got that swing in our step
we got that slink in our stride
twin daggers sprung from our feet
that golden mink in our guise
that cherry gloss on our lips
that roguish glint in our eyes
and six hard inches of steel between our thighs!
the wolves are up now, babe
they're out and on the stalk
now come the brights of their lamps
a-rolling out of the fog
they come in every shade
but come in most one size
fled from their cosseted kids
and their ol' carpers of wives
they got that sallowing skin
they got them beads in their eyes
the rash of pocks on their face
they're old but none-the-more wise
the varmint scatter the street
as they roll up long-side
gristle a-throb as prey climbs on inside!
the heat is up now, babe
we're riding on the clock
our legs upon the dash
our fingers hitting the spot
the eyes are turning back
and oinkers are a-squeak
their at our mercy now
in bondage with the beast
we choke to hear them gasp
we bite and hear them cry
we chomp to pierce their flesh
we suck to bleed them dry
then as their world turns black
the last elated sigh
seven sweet minutes in hell for which to die!
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4. |
Jas Vidal
04:05
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Jas Vidal, the animal,
so all the boys 'round here call
She's a fire whirl of fantasy and grief
Sweeping hot across the state,
wreaking havoc in her wake
Broken hearts, spirits, fingers, legs and teeth
Jas Vidal, the cannibal,
at only five foot two inch tall
Biting hunks out of the heads of little kids
Canines pierced against the scalp,
molars grind em down to pulp
Bungs the offal out her back door to the pigs
Jas Vidal, insatiable,
proclaims the writing on the wall
Tempting eager hordes of errant, heady youth
Feeding frenzied up the spot,
'hind the alley 'cross the block
Draining seed to satisfy her carnal tooth
Jas Vidal, maniacal,
side-eyed up and down the halls
Head held high against the bitter rays of scorn
An angelic bird of prey,
without so much a word to say
Wherein silence speaks, hearsay is born
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5. |
Middle Children
03:06
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rock humping knuckle draggers
barefooted tribal (trouble) stragglers
neanderthalic creeps are we
flea ridden rabid mongrels
ill-tempered gutter scoundrels
sequestered from nobility
ball tripping backstreet prowlers
piss drunken streetlight howlers
the scent of blood, it gets us high
tit-biting carpet droolers
cot wetting diaper mewlers
while mother's milk still leaves us dry
Shame us! Blame us!
Animals without civility
Chain us! Tame us!
Irritants unto society
grease laden fodder shovelers
discount rate liquor guzzlers
living off the fat of our own skin
bi-weekly fornicators
tri-daily masturbators
staving off the urges creeping in
wall gazing daylight burners
nocturnal death-grip yearners
mulling over all that might have been
cold metal coupon slashers
mid-city sidewalk crashers
paying penance for our cardinal sin
Berate us! Debase us!
bleeding outta past virility
Restrain us! Contain us!
discontent in servility
Defame us! Degrade us!
residue of dark antiquity
Castrate us! Erase us!
middle kids of bygone history
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6. |
A Bout a Boy
03:24
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Well I’m a lad of squat stature and delicate frame
but I posture like a crown prince up front centre stage
and I can dance just as well as any other boy my age!
And I'm erudite, exquisite and my style’s supreme
with shoes of fine suede and t-shirts of terylene
and yet still does Aphrodite consider me naive!
And here they come gliding like angels on the earth
with slender white midriffs wrapped in red tartan skirts
with golden hair cascading and chests round and pert
and faces lit up vibrant with the shine of summer mirth
well the sight of youth and beauty makes a manic heart run awry
a sickly stomach quake and a bitter throat turn dry
thought for a moment I caught a pair of bright blue eyes
but with a vicious sideways smirk the just passed straight on by
Argh, call off the dogs, call off the dogs!
Take your fucking spotlight out of my face!
your mocking smiles are a vile affront
the whitest bodies hold the blackest hearts of hate!
Argh, you all are dogs, you all are dogs!
With bestial appetites impossible to sate!
as the virtuous lay trampled having borne unto your brunt
but I won't be subject to that damnable fate!
'Cause I'm a lad of sour spirit and intemperate rage
spraying bile from the confines of my befouled little cage
and I've absolved myself in full of any semblance of blame!
and I tell you, I do not forget, and much less do I forgive
and no more should nymphos tempt me as long as I might live
‘cause those whores ain't worthy of the pleasures I could give!
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7. |
Kingdom of the Swine
06:16
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I am a bitch to a callous cold-hearted witch
but her lips are those which I dare dream to kiss
and the blood in my loins, oh so sore does itch
for one touch of flesh and the pure taste of bliss
And I am a wretch in the eyes of the kings
for I bear the slings and the arrows life flings
they've harlots in hand, flaunting porcelain skin
who gag at my bones, oh so feeble and thin
…and how now should I go in this life so unfair…
…that entices with vices and leaves in despair…
...wherein wild boors run rampant with the young and the fair…
…who then splay themselves wide to be savaged, ripped and teared…
…the injustice is rife and the piper will be paid…
…for my cannons, they lie primed, cocked for imminent crusade…
…’gainst the wicked and wanton, righteous war is waged…
…and let all the world bear witness to a fury now uncaged…
For I am a god amongst the dregs of man
and their lives are nought but dirt within my hand
I deal in chaos of a dastardly brand
and I'll scorch my name in cordite cross this land
Now see how they quake in these sights, oh divine
FLASH after FLASH, see how they fall in line
I am a wolf in the land of the swine
I am supreme, bitch, I am sublime!
Now reel, all you reel, at what which has been shed
the roads lit with bone, the rivers sullied red
no reprieve granted and no mercy spared
I am the beast wanton wenches hath bred
Now curse me to hell, damn me with spiteful breath
and gag on my musk, oh the sweet scent of death
I am a sad little man of worth bereft
my name rings clear in the ears of the deaf
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8. |
The Most Innocent Times
05:12
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The warmth of the summer has waned
and the fountain's last draughts have been drained
clouds blot the sky where the birds used to soar
as we find ourselves washed up astray on the shore
'long a cold and tempestuous sea
when it seemed just yesterday we roamed free
whiling our hours 'neath the gold southern sun
the days dragged by slow and the summer was young
Now the seasons have changed
see the withered leaves waver and fall
cherish these, the most innocent times of them all
Here's to the hedonist hijinks we'd make
all our devilish antics and japes
a pint of blood spilt 'cross the road like fresh tar
and a spinal cord wrapped 'round the wheel of a car
And from the sound of them sirens we'd fly
'mongst the gullies and the grottos we'd lie
drinking ourselves dumb and splitting our sides
'till our old men had burnt their rage out on their wives
And when the bastards come crush us
grind us down 'till we grovel and crawl
cherish these, the most innocent times of them all
Rebel rousers who now walk the line
and the lucky ones that fate kept behind
the daisy who splayed his legs out on the track
and the mute with the trench coat and gun in his sack
And the seventeen souls that were saved
from the wasteland of echoes we brave
dreams dashed asunder and sunk in the brine
as the memories fade with the passage of time
And the hands keep on turning
through the barren seas, for purpose, we'll trawl
cherish these, the most innocent times of them all
And when the coroner comes a-calling
'round the scrape what remains off the wall
cherish these, the most innocent times of them all
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The Chamberlains Sydney, Australia
The project of Sydney-based musician and poet Michael Stephens, The Chamberlains fuse loud and abrasive rock tones with darkly comic lyricism exploring the absurd and grotesque corners of modern society.
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