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Your mind is feeble and perverted,
You're obsessed; you won't stop,
Not today,
Not any day,
'cause you're You,
Your room is a black void,
A hole where the blood goes,
A hole where the love goes,
But what is this thing that forces its way in,
'cause don't you know, I can't even live with myself,
Now, listen to me,
Don't you think I sound profound,
I read Nietzsche once,
Well, how do you like me now,
Behind the glass,
Where the light blinks,
Where your blood cools,
Where your old man is young again,
Where the veil shrouding your sorry existence is lifted,
Where your house is lived in by the nameless and the body-less,
Where the spirits gather,
Where you me that plumber called Mick,
Only it wasn't Mick, was it,
It was Penny, and I bet she found you awfully interesting,
But who is this who is coming.
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Witch
02:38
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Open your eyes love,
Open your mind,
Open your eyes love,
What do you find,
Your life is beautiful; you have a lovely home,
Your wife is dutiful; she does just what she's told,
I'm a witch,
Your wife is beautiful; you have a lovely home,
Your life is dutiful; you do just what you're told.
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Pillow Talk
04:15
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Old man; never did he see you.
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Meat Mouth
03:14
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Oh, sweet meat mouth,
Avail yourself to me,
I've hardly slept for a week,
Oh, damn meat mouth,
Won't you take my angst away,
Chew up my brain like liver treats,
Pretty meat mouth,
I want you to stay,
I came today but you weren't here.
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Barbara
03:27
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Slept too long as if now such time would arise,
Coming home; my bed of maggots and flies,
My cold, cold skinny boned fingers around your throat,
Look me in my cold dead eyes, my dear,
Run for your life; don't need no company,
What are you gonna say,
Where are you gonna run,
What are you gonna do when the dead come for you,
Be my wife forever and a day,
I'll suffice til you give me away,
My old, old skinny bones can't keep the beat,
You me in my cold dead eyes, my dear.
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Bill
07:33
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So you thought you could control it,
Bottle it and keep it and catalog things,
But who is this who is coming,
Observe and report; a last resort,
So keep walking,
Shake them skinny bones,
A stench like you've never known permeates the air,
A dull moan,
A few more seconds and he'll come,
Well, he is rot and he is filth,
He's a vagrant; a voyeur in the dark,
He ate his keeper,
Now he aches for another,
A marionette with big bits to squeeze,
He wears the others like coats and hats and things,
He carries the around and looks at them sometimes,
Well, what do you know,
He'll be safe at home,
His soup's on the stove,
His dearly betrothed.
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Daniel Wiggins Perth, Australia
Esteemed for his virtuosic guitar playing and enigmatic song writing, Wiggins has gained notoriety across WA as a prolific solo artist and is a founding member of WA blues-rock band, WHISKEY NIPS. His former appointments include a 6 year tenure with WAM award winning band, Dilip 'n the Davs. ... more
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