Puts It All Out There

by The Das Kaput

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a crazy new wave post punk electro release, fist-full of fun & doom

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released January 14, 2017

The Das Kaput is Jimmy Kaput & Ivana Kaput

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Track Name: The New Regime
The New Regime

Gorged on glazed ham and the metaphorical blood of the vanquished,
“You don't put the palace in a blind trust; the palace is the whole point,
And it's very photogenic.
Did I mention the marble columns seemed at one point a little dated?
So we spruced them up with gold. They're still marble, the best marble,
But now they're coated in gold.
How you like me now?” The new regime

I'll take things that are super white for two thousand, Alex.
What are golf balls? What are tiny hands? What are tiny minds?
What is pure as the driven snow? What is the new regime?

The new regime . . .

R-U-I-N the artificial warmth is thin with frostbite gin;
Did I mention your kith and kin?
Go, fight, win, here comes the blight again
A low, tight grin requires some discipline
R-U-I-N come and smite me with violence
Go, fight, win, here comes the blight again

Here comes the blight again
“How you like me now?” The new regime
Loser
Loser
Loser
Track Name: Like A Magnet
Like A Magnet

Hammer square pegs through round holes.
Collect the saw dust created via the aforementioned process.
As tinder, light it to get the pillars ablaze
For the lulz, for the fucking lulz.
Call me old, but I don't like it raining frogs.
Pepe frogs and swastikas
I don't think are a very good look for anything anywhere.
And yet here we are – like a magnet.
Track Name: Ain't Whistling Dixie
Ain't Whistling Dixie

Here come the earthquakes.
Here come the floods.
Here comes the austerity of nowhere to hide.
Here comes the confederacy of being taken for a ride
And dropped off a cliff, or thrown overboard, whatever.
Here come the tropics and generalissimos.
Here come the goons.

It's now more southern here than ever
Cuz the South isn't geographic anymore.

Are you old enough to remember rivers catching on fire?
No? Well then, they may see to it they're cool and go viral.
I would not put that past them.
Here comes the fear of not being able to fall asleep.
Here comes the floods of anxieties.

It's now more southern here than ever
Cuz the south isn't geographic anymore.

I ain't whistling Dixie. I ain't whistling Dixie.
I ain't whistling Dixie, stranded on this garbage barge.
I ain't whistling Dixie, ablaze inside this dumpster fire.
I'm burning up and full of stink.
One of us is going to blink.
Cuz we ain't going down with the ship.
We ain't going down with the ship.
Someone's gonna throw us overboard
(we just don't know when) in a reborn Antebellum.

Here come the earthquakes.
Here come the floods.
Here comes some panic.
Here come the tropics.
Here come the goons.

It's now more southern here than ever
Cuz the south isn't geographic anymore.
Track Name: TDKTS Prelude
TDKTS Prelude

I can't cuz the music keeps going
I can't cuz the music keeps going
I can't help it
I can't help it

The Das Kaput
Track Name: The Das Kaput Theme Song
The Das Kaput Theme Song

The Das Kaput . . .

It's the theme song, man. It's the theme song.
The Das Kaput.
And you thought Wet Dentist was obscure, well, check this:
The Das Kaput.

You taste like 1987 at the very latest.
I taste like 1987 at the very latest.
The Das Kaput.

The Das Kaput.
The Das Kaput, darling.

“Lord, we ask that you bring these nuggets to the surface.”
The Das Kaput.
“Lord, we ask that you bring these nuggets to the surface.”
The Das Kaput.

The Das Kaput . . .

Oh, no, you were drinking, uh, whiskey.
I think you had some whiskey or something cuz you tasted like
If you taste like 1987, you taste like something I drank in 1987.
Or was it a food? Or a smell?
The Das Kaput . . .