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Silent Hill
01:05
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Dark Sunbeam
01:42
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Something in the Rye
05:08
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Something in the Rye
Oh, mother I saw something queer last night
Grandfather stalking deer last night
Something in his eyes, an evil light
And I swear he drank its blood last night
There’s something in the Rye
Something dark and scary from the night behind my eyes
There’s something in the Rye
And something’s got to burn tonight or the Devil’s gonna fly.
That Cabot girl’s got a poppet and it looks just like me
Her mother never goes to church and I think it’s plain to see
All her potions, all her brews, they cause a lot of harm
I think we’d better burn her before she kills us with a charm
There’s something in the Rye…
The season’s been too wet Don’t breathe it
But if we try, we can get the rye in yet Don’t reap it
There’s a black smudge on the grain Don’t bake it
There’s a black spot on my brain Don’t eat it
There’s something in the Rye…
Oh, mother I saw old Mrs. Grue last night
Dancing with the Devil on the witches’ night
Shrieking and changing and taking flight
And screwing and chanting and casting a blight
There’s something in the Rye…
The children have visions, the old men dream dreams
And bonfires are lit and the night fills with screams
And the real devil’s just a dark smudge on the grain,
And the werewolves and witches are on the run again
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Rest in Pieces
03:23
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I Invoke a New God
05:44
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I Invoke a New God
I invoke a new God
Who is not jealous, but sharing
Who is not ancient, but newborn
Who is not stagnant, but growing
A God whose worship looks like Dancing
Whose invocation looks like fucking
Whose priesthood get drunk and throw orgies
A God whose mark is on the world
Tempestuous, frolicking transient sand-steps
Moondanced across the galaxy’s white shoreline
I invoke a new God
Who understands modern powers
Who embraces the New Corruption
Who is not afraid of competition
A God of Rock and Roll fantasy
Of ecstatic visions and high-flying
And getting down and partying with the plebes
A God whose spiral-bound code fraternizes with Shiva and
Jehovah and Coyote
And eddies amongst probability graphs and eddies in the coffee
Of earnest hipsters discussing the philosophy of the Latest
Thing
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Paternoster
00:56
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Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
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Pan Pipes
02:06
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He Sees the Ghosts
02:25
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Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts, he thrusts is fists against the posts/ and still insists he sees the ghosts.
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Magic, Cigam
03:12
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Sumoobafoow
03:01
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Bibble's Crows
04:31
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"A conversation can kill."
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Charlie
03:35
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14. |
Boom Baby Boom
05:21
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Boom, Baby, Boom
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15. |
Radio Babble
03:17
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