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Good Ol' Fashioned Fanatics EP

by Antiseptic Bombs

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1.
Tunnel 03:20
Girl running through a tunnel of concrete In a pulsating yellow lightning blitz Her curse is to be intelligent enough To realise how dumb she is A little drip and then just silence She sits down as long as allowed The gears send sparks on the walls People with no life sometimes have the time It's common knowledge there is nothing inside But we'll see that there might be That there might be There might be Maybe So, why would she ever go there? It seem more than just rough Only few would like to descend the dark steps To look dumb once they come back up But when you accidently overhear That's when it's kind of starting to make sense In dark and unexpected places That's where the light sometimes slips in Everything is constantly moving But she couldn't tell if it weren't for the weak background noise... Good ol' fashioned fanatics are hiding downstairs She sneaks up to the keyhole just to see if it goes somewhere They are chanting all their mantras, but in a moment they'll stop the sound And then she will be nowhere to be found The tunnel leads to a trench, 'till it goes underground again The tracks lay clear in the sun, they've taken everything with them The fanatics has left for good but still the sound goes on In her head as she keeps walking towards the sun
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A spire is looming over our yard Bricks crashing down, the building's falling apart Crouching under a force fielded guard With hundreds of arrows pushing on into it It is coming from the other side And where has your face gone? At night, but there was bright lights The moment when we just fell down The stones feels like a pillow; sound When flying head first into the ground And second time we might find not that hard Compared to the first I am surrounded by nothing at all Only your voice is left on the wall I have now become one with the asphalt floor Slowly watching as the sun comes up
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People look at us when we walk in the street On the way to a bar on a thirsday But there is [sic] no lame morons there to steal your girl And if you should go to far No one will blame you for anything We'll find some staircase then we'll break down the door Like battering rams Battering rams We crash right into the dancefloor And overthrow the party, yeah And build a new while grooving to our psycotic music We level the pricey bar with the ground Besiege every table found And dance like everybody else got shot in the head Like battering rams And we are like battering rams And we are battering rams The heads are gonna roll now When blood splats into the punch bowl, ah Our banner's swaying in the air while trumpets are roaring And the stripper pole for a measure Our special national treasure Shall be used by all wasted boys and all dranker girls Like battering rams And we are battering rams
5.
Stalkers 02:38
When the bottle is on the table And fools are hanging on the wall As human of the month And you're wondering what the fuck they are doing there You get stalked Whenever you go out for a walk That's what you think And some day they're going to shoot you That's just what you've come to expect But somehow they're never there The pictures are all that remain Motivation flows out of your head Don't know what's about that bread That's lying on the table And now you're wondering if it was you all the time You get stalked Whenever you go out for a walk Now the the bad is suddenly good 'Cause they did everything they should
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Airplane 03:48
Go chase schools of fish around, man Cut them off from both sides Ramming into each other midway Their choice is to go down or die Even the safest sea you mess up Spreading all of your ugly waste While you fly around in your airplane And shout that everything is great You snap out with your bony fingers But slightly miss the mark You thought the sea was for your own amusement And then you met our friend the shark Just keep whirling up dust in your fury [yes, it's mispronounced] It'll only fly back in your face Can't you grasp that your catch managed to escape? Yeah, it's great, now stay away from our gaze

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An EP about having both imagination and an ego. And about bad stuff at least being good for something.

EP length: 20:44

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released March 21, 2016

All lyrics, music and cover art by Antiseptic Bombs.

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Antiseptic Bombs Copenhagen, Denmark

Songwriter and musician from Copenhagen [and whatever other stuff people usually write in this box].

Unknown for a suprisingly commonplace mix of high artistic ambition and profound lazyness, the latter definitely not being mental health related.
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