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I fell in love with a scooter
And it sure [sic] ripped all my hair of
It was not even that pretty
But it mind controlled me falling in love
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot
My scooter thing, I cannot get enough!
I would hold you
I would ride you
But you don't care about me anymore
And I love you
You're so red and blue
But you don't care about me anymore
I go about my finance business [sic]
You invade my life on a drunken night
We ride around the world together
But then you show your psychotic side
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot
See anything, my face is full of blood!
You're my scooter, you're my scooter, you're my scooter
But you brainwash me to death!
I guess they planted some micro computer
Inside of your engine again!
At night the harbour is a dark scary place
I look around with blood stained eyes
With solid wheel tracks going over my breast
Damn it hurts, I am not gonna lie
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot
Say anything, I'm fucking choking in blood!
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Illuminati Bitch
02:22
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She's such an illuminati bitch
She sold her ass just to be rich
I'm such an illuminati freak
Our future it seems not to be so bleak
As it was, as it was
Our future's not as bleak as it was
As it was, as it was
Our future's not as dark as it was
She's such an illuminati bitch
She uses it as a sales pitch
I live in one big pyramid peak
Our future it seems not to be so bleak
We have to hide away, hide away, hide away
Or the priest will come and throw us on the hay
We have to hide away, hide away, hide away
Or the mob will come and burn us on the hay
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Genocide of the CHCHCH's
02:45
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Yes, this one in particular is horribly written. Enjoy.
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Trebuchets
02:37
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I am so afraid of trebuchets
As they come in the night
As I see the silhuets of the big slings
Preparing for the fight
I think I feel so boxed in
As the enemy is here
As I realise they did as much wrong
As we did, we'll prepare
I take my glasses on
With paper lashes so that I can't see
I take my glasses on
But still I can't sleep
I am so afraid of trebuchets
As they come from the trees
As I see the huge rocks that they bring
And dead cows ridden with desease
I feel the walls are so fragile now
As the towers fall down
As they aim for the innocent guys
Instead of those who did wrong
And it's not because anything is meaningsless that we do
It's just that everything is [sorry]
Every wall is blank and although anyone could leave
The guards are pretty useless but they have our future locked
In some chest
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Limit of Reason
04:07
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Who needs any drugs?
You and I got our spread and that's enough
You jump around like a frog
You jump around like a frog
Yet butter is my drug
You should go to bed just now
Then churn som milk and throw it in the mouth
I feel like flying like a crow
Fly baby, you're a bird now
That makes me go so wow
And now we have reached
The legendary limit of reason
And we shall take a bath
In the shit of the nation
Your hands of my butter, oh
Your hands of my butter, oh
Could you please, please
Take your dirty hands of my butter, oh
Society is lying to us that
Butter tastes sad and makes you fat
But it makes me mad, i'm going mad
I had enough of running from them gnats
And acting like a rat
It makes me do some crazy shit
Let's go to a rehab clinique
They want me as a guinea pig [mispronounced for an extra glorious effect]
With scary machines and glitter wigs
I am out of it
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Choking in Blood
02:13
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(Remix of "You Don't Care About Me Anymore")
Orh, orh, whewhe
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
At night the harbour is a dark scary place
I look around with bloodstained eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
At night the harbour is a dark scary place, place, place
I would hold you, I would ride you
Anymore
And I love you, you're so red and blue
Anymore
I would hold you, ride you
Anymore
And I love you, so red and blue
Anymore
You're my scooter, you're my scooter, you're my scooter
But you brainwash me to death, death, death, death
You don't care about me anymore
death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death
It's a gheeeeeeeeehhhh
At night the harbour is a dark scary place
I look around with bloodstained eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
I fell in love, love, love with a scooter and it sure ripped all my hair of
Anymore
I would ride you
But you don't care about me anymore
Wheheheheeh
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Antiseptic Bombs Copenhagen, Denmark
Songwriter and musician from Copenhagen [and whatever other stuff people usually write in this
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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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Antiseptic Bombs recommends:
The Vapecation
by Little Fields
This one has grown to be one of my favourites. It's a concept album about having one's mind uploaded to some kind of paradisic simulation to escape the demise of humanity, but at an even greater cost.
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Pure chaotic creative energy reaching it's technical potential. And it's fun!
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Speaks for itself, if you understand the language (this is a double meaning, by the way)
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The Death of Cool
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Under The Surface
by Nameless Ghost
The wrenching songs on the latest from Nameless Ghost tackle loss and grief amidst toothy indie rock.
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