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Naked monkey (Intro)
01:25
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The death of joy, the joy of death.
(Addicted blind to addiction)
Dubious creatures that rape the earth)
(The crowd seeks for recognition)
This place of lies that kills me and you.
(It’s more safe in this way)
Monkey see, and monkey do
(Shout the fuck and tell a pray)
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Blockbastards
03:29
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The scene us ready and rolling, let's get it champion.
I need emotion to feel.
--Maybe I should go and blow him
Background will be so romantic, a peacefull valley,
but now you got the blue screen.
--Before we sign he gets no ass
You got to cry me a tear, to see some sadness.
Thank you, I'll make you a call.
--What? You damn motherfucker.
Don't give a crap what you should do, you fucking walkon,
think that your grandma is gonne.
--Oh, I will miss you granny
Give me drugs and give me booze,
I can't afford this role to lose.
I will cry, laugh and love it,
I will bark you if you want it.
Need a sphere and need a statue,
on the carpet I will fuck you.
Paparazi and tabloid,
public pricks the chicks enjoy.
Some fuckibng years fron now, when i'll be older,
when i'll be ugly and fat.
--Like, a shadow of myself
The people will say, remember, he's looking like,
that fool untalented star.
--he was so highly overrated
Maybe I'll writte some book, that none will buy,
go to a reallity show.
--Tonight with Mr Nobody
TV will say about a loss, of some great artist,
and i will be dead alone.
--The prick didn't left me nothing.
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3. |
Hide and Sick
03:34
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There are no condoms for PC's
I have a mouse that eats your pills.
You can be anyone you want,
from Sasha Grey to james Bond,
Sitting your fat ass all eating more,
but I know your secret code.
You're typing faster than you think,
Put out the hands from your blue jeans
Chatting for dildos and strap-ons,
but I know you sleep alone
Play, hide and seek, little bitch
mow, you can't fool me.
Cry, in your bed, deck a head,
that, has no face on it.
Your farm is babe really hot,
-I block you girl
i knew a doud who fucked a goat.
-I'm sorry friend
Play it celebrity and rich.
you swallow them but no one treats
Without photoshop you're dog,
who let you out dear god.
You google me and you think you know.
who i screw and where I go,
Go to your WOW account to pay,
I am already AFK
I know that you're stalking my social profiles
I know you hiored a hacker trying stealing my files.
I know you want to impress me with some super sexy pose
But goodbye now babe I have sent you trojan horse
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4. |
Grant Theft Author
04:49
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I was writing this book,
she was somekind of my muse
we were in this shit together.
As I was scratching the words
she kept away my folks,
she was saying I wasn't there.
When I was drawn in the booze
she would have made me some food
and told me I got a best seller.
She was encouraging me,
to finish it to get free,
and build our own little lair.
As our lives were going narrow
she drew the target right, around the arrow
She loved the lie, she didn't loved the man,
and when she couldn't wait, she simply run.
Enjoy the fifteen minutes of your fucking
stolen fame if you can
I got my publishers call,
she was there giving blowjob
he said that I should forget it
I was so fucking broke,
no lawyer I could afford
murder seemed viable choice
As I was sinking in shit
I found my old type machine
I put my ass in the chair
The traitors were in the past
I was writing so fast
I had a book so much better
As our lives were going narrow
she drew the target right, around the arrow
She loved the lie, she didn't loved the man,
and when she couldn't wait, she simply run.
Enjoy the fifteen minutes of your fucking
stolen fame if you can
Liar, stealer, you damn filthy whore.
Traitor, cheater, you know this means war.
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We use to meet cute,
sometimes in concerts, bars or schools.
We talk about love, then we drive home,
but not alone.
And pending all our days,
with gifts, with hugs each others place.
Then promising together gonna be forever
from now and then.
Time will pass,
with sitting in couch,
ice-cream to eat,
TV lights the house.
After some months,
we choose to forgive,
starting again,
a brand new and fresh
begin
Jealusy born tales,
we shake down his phone, her mails.
The fightings and the rest, bring some awesome sex,
a sweetie nest.
Some day we're early home,
we find another fuck like dog.
We throw back the ring, it's not what you think
and then you leave.
Time will pass,
with sitting in couch,
ice-cream to eat,
TV lights the house.
After some months,
we choose to forget,
buying a cat,
and this is the end.
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7. |
Rehab is for quiters
04:03
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Ten tons of wisdom, won't buy one gram of luck,
I take your garbage and i sell to you back.
Name your poison, and I'll get what you want,
maybe a bottle, hooker, papper to roll.
She found her ansewer in an Opra's re-run,
outside the heaven's door I will have my dump.
So tell me where the real men they are dead.
Inside their heart or maybe inside their head.
Rehab is just for quiters boy,
My friend you're damned if you
do it and you're damned if you don't
Rehab is just for quiters mate,
Drink to confirm that the earth
is keeping spinning along.
There is an exit here in everyone floor,
so you can fly asshole or you can fall.
Good morning dehydrated hangover day,
A zebra never changes her stripes other way.
The Santa Clause last Christmas died from fat.
here are the States, frees and braves the land.
Magicians selling out their secrets in cheap.
Jump from the pan into the fire to swim.
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8. |
Drama Queen
03:06
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I’m a crack-horn living in Bronx
With a child in me.
Eve they used to call me before,
Choose to brake free.
I've been hurt, I have died, from their words, from their eyes
by the people loved the most,
so beside them I feel more alone.
I prefer, to live close, to a bird or a rose,
Than to beg, wishing things,
Like being pretty or to have their wings.
See, my father, gave me a scar
And, a dowry a sin.
Fear is writing over my heart,
Hate, upon my skin
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Phonographic Society Αθήνα, Greece
A label for people without boundariess in music and expression. We run without outrageous costs or promotional fireworks. Our focus is on art and creation. This is home for Thanos Liberopoulos projects and collaborations.
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