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Degenerate
02:51
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you, you’ve got problems
you try to take them into your own hands
you try to solve them
have you ever feel like nothing?
it never felt like home
never feel like nothing, babe
you gotta leave this place alone
Chorus
Can you tell me what your thinking
With your brain rolling down the wall
Am I off in the wrong direction,
Can you tell me what you see?
verse ii
misused, means your useless
said the barrel down your throat tastes like shit
have you ever feel like nothing?
it never felt like home
never feel like nothing, babe
you gotta leave this place alone
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2. |
Wendigo
02:04
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Verse I
Its prints fill with blood
Each step, bigger than the last tone
No sting from winters bite
Your coldest dream could never match
The frost it holds inside
Chorus I
You can try to wake from sleep or
Even try make your peace, oh
See its eyes out in the trees
you cant out run the wendigo-go-go
Verse II
A familiar voice from a lip-less face
A peculiar choice, but in good taste
I speak no Demon, but I understand
It knows how to get what it wants
And it knows just who I am
Chorus II
I can try to wake from sleep or
Even try make my peace, oh
See its eyes out in the trees
I cant out run the wendigo-go-go
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3. |
Dead Horse Resurrection
03:40
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Are you ready for the dead horse resurrection?
Bring it back, just to beat it down again
Are you ready for the dead horse resurrection?
It just needs a good kick every now and then
Your gonna wanna stand back, for your protection
don't bother me, it don't bother me
But when it goes, it's gonna be in that direction
When these eyes see, then I'll believe
Whoa oh, I throw two fists of dirt to the sky and I
Whoaaaaooohhh, lose controle of my words and my mind
Chrous
She's unclean
'Cus shes Been
rode hard and put down wet
But this widow maker's got a few hills in it yet
You fuckin hold on or get out of the way
See Her eyes and realize she brings the pain
Were singing
Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, whoa-oh until it dies
Whoa-oh, whoa-oooooh, tonight we ride
Verse II
How many time has the beast went down?
Degradation of the skin is showing now
Aren't you worried if we'll make the next town,
Or if the spell you've cast will break somehow?
I lean back and say it ain't about skill, man
Who you know, or if your willing to kill them
The magic that we pump is in our blood and our fists
And every time it's down we beat it up, bring it up like this
Bridge
got a long way to go
got a long way left to go
Not a little way
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4. |
Eyes
03:39
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Don't roll that rock around
Don't roll that rock around
There's things, that live beneath it , that can't come out
There's a way to put them back, but I don't know how
Don't roll that rock around
Don't roll that rock around
These creatures, with their feelers and their mouths, will screw you up, chew you up, and spit you right back out, he said
Pre-chorus
Things will crawl out, out from under rocks they used to hide (they're not really alive!)
Will crawl out
Out and wonder how we got outside
999
Chorus
Without eyes, they want eyes
They want eyes, they want to be the pulse and the writhing in your mind
Verse 2
Worms praise no son
Birds give thanks to no one
Please don't be consumed
They whisper when they're lying
And they'll whispering to you, you'll hear'm sayin
I have not the eyes to see
Nor have I the arms to climb out
Just dust surrounding me
If there's anything more I'll never find out
Verse 3
Don't roll that rock around
Don't roll that rock around
There's things, that live beneath it , that can't come out
There's a way to put them back, but I don't know how
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5. |
Demon Groove
03:16
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Lady Troffrea, can you tell me what's in your headphones?
Does it shake the evil out, honey?
Is it shaking them bones?
Lady Troffrea, you shook up little bottle of sin
Let me play you something to stop the demons from getting in
Now, Frau brought her own knives to the dance floor, and
Now, Frau is gonna show us all what their used for
Cutting mean rugs, cutting black stuff, cutting out the abses in her soul
That bitch is bad, what's wrong with you?
Let the demon groove take control of you, mother fucker, and move
So many caught the hot blood
Let's go, let me know if you got some
These knives go deep into the streets
These knives go deep inside of me
How long, how long will it take?
How long till, how long will it take?
How long, how long does it take?
How long does it take, hey, hey!?
All fucking day, alright?
okay!
Who needs a reason to act so funny?
Those who run out of fun with no money.
Better heads keep it under the bed
Its the only part of town you pay to get out in sweat
Get the word out, it's a work out, it's a bloodbath, love shack, and a burn out
Look for a girl spinning in the crowd, dancing alone, laughing out loud saying...
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6. |
Lumberjacks
03:06
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Love is a fire, choose wood or gasoline
The work of wood will make you tired
The gas is quick and easy
But when the fumes are quickly gone
And there are hours until dawn
You can know the work of wood will keep you warm
I thought we were lumberjacks, but baby
We're pyromaniacs, we like the burn
I thought we were lumberjacks
Baby, timber
Make me a stutterer, learning to sing
With no more shaking or shivering
Give me a hand hun, use some of that hot air
I'm doing all the huffing, I'm light headed over here
Signals in the sky, it's gotta mean fire
Where there's smoke, there's people getting high
If you climb to the top so we don't get lost
I'll stay at the bottom, getting ready for the frost
Could have set up the whole forest but couldn't see it through the trees
Gonna run all over hell looking for more gasoline
Tell myself it didn't matter and forget it when I sing
Bada Bada Bada Bada da da da
I thought we were lumberjacks, but baby
We're pyromaniacs, we like the burn
I thought we were lumberjacks
Baby, timber
This is a spycho love song
Long song for spycho lovers
Let's get up and burn eachother
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While walking drunk one night
Through pines and full moon light
Past winds that carry my name
A black cat tries to follow me home again
Stop to deter and annoy
Run, stop, kick dust, kind of ploy
He just put his ear to the wind
Points up, laughs, caughs, and this is what he said
Verse 2
The leather bag that you call skin
The leather bag that holds the rot in
Takes form once in their hands
I did not follow you to find a new home, jackass
Don't want to get in their grasps
Like I did so many years back
suddenly i understand
Not how the cat was talking, but the words that he said
Chorus
I can hear the witches calling
I can feel the bugs crawl up my spine
Crawl into my ear, trying to change my mind
So that
When I hear the witches calling, the sound of angels over loads my mind
And I become a thing of their design
The black cat moan
Break down
Since then I sleep a little less
Since then I drink a little more
Since then my heart pounds in my chest
When u hear scratching at my door
The things that it said,
the things that it said
rollin in my head
the things that it said
the things that it said
runnin, runnin, runnin
back to my bed
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Tadoma Humboldt, Saskatchewan
With the release of their first studio album ‘Wendemo', built on the remains of bands past (Spy 66, LNXEG, Brutaly Honest). TADOMA rises from the heart of the Canadian Prairies like a Xenomorph bursting from the chest of its host. With their powerful and aggressive sound these four gents, armed with sticks, guitars, and snarls will remind you what music sounded like when people gave a F*&^%# ... more
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