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The Monster
The monster is over us.
The monster is under us.
The monster is around us.
The monster seeps its way into our skin.
It pumps its way throughout our blood.
It grips its way into our minds,
Grips its way into our minds.
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Pardon Me
03:07
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Pardon Me
Excuse me. Pardon me.
I will pardon you if you will pardon me.
Believe me, you want to be happy, you know, happy.
It's been incredible the results we've had
With respects to loss of life, incredible.
I told those lawyers to shut their yaps and let me be me.
I don't remember if I was warned about any perjury traps.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Are you even speaking to me?
Do I know you?
Oh, right, excuse me. I forgot where this was going.
You are going to pardon me, and then I'll make you happy.
Don't you know who I am?
I love me some me.
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Concussion Tent
05:06
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Concussion Tent
Stick me in the concussion tent tonight.
Stick me in the concussion tent alright.
I just wanna pay a separate fee
When I double my order for free tonight.
So stick me in the concussion tent tonight.
Stick me in the concussion tent alright – alright – tonight.
On Route 22 when I drive through Cemetery Curve
I seldom get the vertigo & white knuckle grip the steering wheel.
Every time my doctor tells me to shut the fuck up
When I ask her, one by one, if all those drugs are right for me.
Coach, I'm kinda wobbly.
Yo coach, I'm feeling kinda wobbly.
Ten thousand blows to the head.
Leading with the crown of the helmet – 15 yard penalty.
Please lead me to the concussion tent on the sideline.
Ya gotta stick me in the concussion tent.
The concussion tent – alright alright.
I just wanna pay a separate fee
When I double my order for free tonight alright.
Every time my doctor tells me to shut the fuck up
When I ask her, one by one, if all those drugs are right for me.
On Route 22 when I drive through Cemetery Curve
I seldom get the vertigo & white knuckle grip the steering wheel.
Well, not really vertigo, but something a bit vertigoey,
And LOL, just kidding, I don't really have a doctor.
Hey coach – hey coach
Hey coach, I'm feeling kinda wobbly.
Wobbly wobbly.
Ten thousand blows to the head.
Leading with the crown of the helmet – 15 yard penalty.
15 yards . . . 15 yards . . .
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4. |
Here On Earth
03:42
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Here On Earth
You do where my voice is. You do it.
You can piece it all together.
For fuck's sake, I did it just like you did it.
Here on Earth, yeah, that's what's up,
Where moth and rust doth corrupt.
Where they gonna drop
Where they gonna drop my body?
(Hammer square pegs).
Here on Earth.
Here on Earth.
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die Epoche des Monsters
05:10
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die Epoche des Monsters
Hey you – look at me with my long track record.
So fuck you, pay me. That's right, fuck you, pay me.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
So hey you, can you sense now
The cold cast iron boot of vengeance
Inching towards you snowflakes right now?
Right now – inching towards you snowflakes right now.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
Oh yeah . . . oh yeah . . .
Release the Kraken, release the hounds.
Let's see what happens when chaos abounds.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
We've almost all the guns on our side.
Bloodbath on the streets, on hill and on dale.
My minions read tweets like the breath they inhale.
So hey you, can you sense now . . .
So hey you, hey you . . . pay me.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
You're damn right I'm a fucking monster.
And what a coincidence, we live in an epoch of monsters:
die Epoche des Monsters.
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"Ritalin Mine" Addendum
03:09
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FUBAR
05:06
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FUBAR
F . . . U . . . B . . . A . . . R . . .
Pull a muscle – Pull a muscle – an involuntary muscle
Beside the white eye sockets.
F . . . U . . . B . . . A . . . R . . .
You know what I'm talking about,
The shit is FUBAR.
What the fuck are we supposed to do now?
Pull a muscle – Pull a muscle – an involuntary muscle
Beside the white eye sockets.
Cataclysmic shit happening right here in the U.S.
Cataclysmic shit made right here in the USA
(talk about a backdrop for all this FUBAR).
Sure – all waterwheels with spikes.
Sure – all waterwheels with spikes.
Holy Spirit . . .
Wash through me now . . .
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"Seize Them" Addendum
04:41
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“Seize Them” Addendum
I told my guards to seize them.
Because I want answers.
Power on, Selecticon.
Feel the beams of energy.
I got you in my sights.
Boss made sure it was fingerprint-proof.
Get your education on.
There's gonna be some corpses.
Power on, Selecticon.
Feel the beams of energy.
I got you in my sights.
Boss made sure it was fingerprint-proof.
A chalice full of Beaujolais.
I'm thinking like Caligula.
Unbroken & conscious.
Twice as brutal, but 10x as cheap.
We will be armed to the teeth.
So you tell my guards to seize them.
Power on, Selecticon.
Feel the beams of energy.
I got you in my sights.
Boss made sure it was fingerprint-proof.
I'm fucking shit up.
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The Waste Land Pt.2
03:53
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The Waste Land Pt.2
Neo-Medieval – Flint, Michigan flows through
My water supply of the mind.
They said, “Come on. They were very dangerous babies.
They were very dangerous babies.”
Their friends would get a kick out of it.
Why the fuck you think they're in cages?
4+4R9 – that's my answer every time.
4+4R9 – that's my answer every time.
Algorithms are licking their chops.
It is what it is, yo, weaponized.
Algorithms are licking their chops.
Algorithms do not have a funky beat and you cannot bug out to it.
Neo-Medieval hospitals (4+4R9)
Neo-Medieval hospitals (4+4R9)
They're everywhere
They're everywhere (4+4R9)
They're everywhere
They're everywhere (4+4R9)
It goes on with my daily life.
The thousand blonds on FOX are hype – so hype.
They always get the good type of swipe – type of swipe.
Yo, what the fuck are we supposed to do now?
Yo, what the fuck are we supposed to do now?
The Medical-Industrial Complex . . .
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“Wild Speculation” Addendum
I was hired, now I'm wired.
Over us, under us & around us.
Now I'm wired. Don't be tired.
Under us, over us & around us.
Sliced to ribbons in the Consulate.
Fingers first while still alive.
Our best excuse is rogue killers.
If you don't like it, you can stick it.
Fill the bucket with bleach out the spigot.
Our forensics specialists come cheap,
But bonesaw complicit, that's the ticket to riches.
We've got two thousand pieces for you to sleep tonight.
I was hired, now I'm wired.
I'm a monster.
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The Das Kaput Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
The Das Kaput are a Post Wave, Post Punk/Synth Punk, Electro duo from Bethlehem, PA .
Hard & softwares,
stompboxes & plugins. Leftists J. Kaput & Ivana Kaput.
J. also does/was with: Wet Dentist (where Ivana will pop up here & there), We Are In Envelopes, Spokes (listed as Xspokes on BC, & fronted by Ivana), Das Mister, Scatterfilter, James Frank Jim Frank Jimmy Frank, RONG Button, Little Lippi.
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