1. |
Fred Plays Nintendo
02:08
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I can tell you secrets that will help you out you see, go stand on the white block then press down and count to three. You'll fall in to the background running through the scenery, you'll find a secret toad house where the normal end should be.
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2. |
Goodbye Horses
02:56
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He told me, I see you rise
But, it always falls
I see you come, I see you go
He says, "All things pass, into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say, you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say, you're wrong"
A won't you listen to me
He told me, I've seen it all before
I've been there
I've seen my hopes and dreams a-lying on the ground
I've seen the sky just begin to fall
He says, "All things pass, into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say. you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say. you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me?
Goodbye horses
I'm flying over you
Goodbye horses
I'm flying over you
Goodbye horses
I'm flying over you
Goodbye horses
I'm flying, flying, flying over you!
- Q Lazzarus
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3. |
Alien Life Form
01:13
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4. |
Jellydonut
02:22
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R. Lee you great big son of a bitch
you don't need nothing cuz you're already rich
from yelling and strutten and wearing a hat,
in the movies.
It started with the boys in the company c
a cameo for R Lee with Martin Sheen
Robert Duval with the napalm could have been your daddy.
That brings us to a film by the Kubrik S
a Vietnam sniper and D'Onofrio's mess
a drill Sargent that makes you homesick for the army.
Seven, Fletch, Love is a gun,
R Lee in movies is so much fun.
The man is a mystery, a spoof. The man is a legend.
R Lee Ermey!
He is a ghost and an army guy
R Lee's got a show called mail call
Micheal J Fox is so scared of him cuz he's got a gun
and he yells real loud.
Jelly donut. R Lee Ermey. Jelly donut. R Lee Ermey.
The army was lost when the donut was found
dead bodies and maggots lying all over the ground.
The fat man cried and sucked the jelly out of his...DONUT
Now Willard was a boy who was fond of the dark,
why does R Lee have to go around breaking his heart
killing mice on the internet and plotting all that evil.
Now he's the guy
he's the Texas guy
who will catch the freaks, urine soaked mixed drinks.
He's kick their ass chainsaw in the face and you'll never know
that he wasn't in the original
Jelly donut. Jelly donut. Jelly donut. Jelly donut.
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5. |
Chuck Norris
01:29
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Oh...wow...hey...you're pretty good. Your kungfu's not bad.
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6. |
Trilam's
02:10
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Clap your hands everybody, and everybody clap your hands!
We're Lambda Lambda Lambda and... Omega Mu
We come here on stage tonight to do a show for you
We've got a rockin rhythm and a high tech sound
That'll make you move your body down to the ground
We've got Poindexter on the violin
And Louis and Gilbert will be joinin' in
We've got Booger Presley on a mean guitar
And a rap by little old me Lamar
We've got Takashi beating on his gong
The boys and the Mu's are clapping along
And just when you thought you'd seen it all
Along comes a Lambda 4 ft tall!
So won't you come on out here, on the floor,
so we can work our bodies like never before
Break!
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7. |
Always Been In Meat
03:46
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Invite me into your van
I hope you really like head cheese
I have this knife
It's a good knife
I always wanted to make you into BBQ
Cut you up into little pieces baby
I'll take you to the killing floor behind the slamming metal door
I'm gonna take your face off and wear it
You know what I was thinking? We should give'em to grandpa
He's the best, the ol' hook and pull gang couldn't get the beefs out of the way fast enough
I like digging up graves
Sometimes I find me a lady
I filled a room up with bones, and a chicken in a cage
Meat hook oughta suit you nice until I put your ass on ice
I'm gonna use every part of you
I'll bake your skin into a drum and bang it loudly just for fun
I'll use your hair to make a silly hat, yeah
We've always been in meat
We've always lived in Texas
So if you see me hitchhiking
Be ready for the chainsaw
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8. |
Dirty
05:40
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It makes me feel so dirty when she puts her hands under my kilt.
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9. |
Virgin Mary
04:38
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10. |
Density The Floating Man
02:56
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We have come to entertained and show you inside Crispin's brain.
A melody inside a box with Mr. Glover's rainbow socks.
Drum beats to evoke the pain and vocals that are slightly lame,
TECHNO CHILI FREAK WHORES WILLIE- THE SPACE DEMON
As I floated by he realized he was. In the vacuum of space.
As I floated by her realized he was. Towards the black hole of crotch
Come to the space cube, really really big cube
Hat for a kangaroo, nickel for a lookaroo
Come and see the amazing floating man
Universal apathy, Existential crapithy, tormented apothecary, unacquainted luxury, masturbate with frequency, try to eat some healthy cheese, come and pay my bargain fees, Crispin Glover's gonna sneeze.
Years to develop.
All across the universe outside of space in time, floating through the chaos with a monkey on his mind. He is just a rubik's cube whose colors gone away, no one can unlock his puzzle, he will die one day.
Come and see before its over, come and see before he's dead, the melody shall soon been fading and your death mask will be dry. Last chance to see the floating man, the boy who's fucked up in a cube so give me all your hard earned cash and I will kick you in the head.
Give me, give me that kung fu.
Hold the egg salad.
I'ma gonna smash right through and sing my Crispin ballad.
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11. |
Strawhat Master
01:34
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If you receive this message, please avenge your two disciples!
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I was walking down the high streets when I heard footsteps behind me. There was a little old man, it's Marlon Brando. And we trotted back to my house and he sat beside the telly with his tiny hands on his tummy, starting to sneeze and eating cream cheese.
So I gave him roasted toad stools and a glass of dandelion wine. I put him on a train to east born, carried his bags and called him a fag.
When I woke up in the morning he was sitting at the edge of my bed, and was bludgeoning me in the head showing his thong, chuckling along.
Now we're living up my chimney, and we're living on opium and honey, hurray! And he's making me lots of money selling his ass for Twinkies and grass.
Marlon Brando x8
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Przez mury, przez dziury, przez cegły
Po nocy, o świcie i w dzień
Zuchwały, zgłodniały, przebiegły
Przesuwam się cicho jak cień.
A jeśli dłoń losu znienacka
Dosięgnie mnie kiedyś w tej grze,
To zwykła jest życia zasadzka,
Ty, Mamo, nie czekaj już mnie.
Nie wrócę już do Ciebie
Nie dotrze z dala głos
Uliczny pył pogrzebie
Stracony dziecka los.
Przez mury, przez dziury, przez cegły
Po nocy, o świcie i w dzień
Zuchwały, zgłodniały, przebiegły
Przesuwam się cicho jak cień.
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14. |
Kid Icarus World One
01:40
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15. |
Decree Of Mr. Chow
03:34
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16. |
Stayin Alive
02:38
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Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're all dead.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
You're all dead.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,You're all dead.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,You're all dead.
Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right. It's OK.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're all dead.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And You're all dead.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, You're all dead.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, You're all dead.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah.
You're all dead.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're all dead.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And You're all dead.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, You're all dead.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, You're all dead.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah.
You're all dead.
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Obvion, a sometimes collaborative projekt with a nebulous collective of eclectic artists, was founded by Sasha Gryphon, the only full time member of the band. The concept has evolved over 20 years of mk ultra type experiments using sounds and patterns. Sometimes prophetic, often silly, through electronic and industrial means we explore every genre or relic of culture with forensic detail. ... more
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