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I invented True Norwegian Black Metal
So you'd better not mess with me
I've got oxblood in my veins
And I will eat your brains, just you wait and see
I invented True Church-Burning Black Metal
Your songs will live through me
Until I get stabbed in the head
Then we will be together forever, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
Norwegian Death Metal Boys, do you weep for mayhem?
Norwegian Death Metal Girls, do you laugh at them?
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SuperHenry64
00:20
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Bleep bloop beep boop
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Olive Wallace
03:23
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Olive Wallace is light on her feet
Olive Wallace swings from a tree
She had her revenge at the age of sixteen
And everyone says she waltzed like a dream
Queen of the dancehall isn't she grand?
Isn't she lovely isn't she damned?
Olive Wallace just look what you done
In the name of the father in the name of the son
In the middle of the dancefloor with a warm smoking gun
Red red poppies for everyone
Queen of the dancehall isn't she grand?
Isn't she lovely isn't she damned?
Those dastardly bastards will touch her no more
She does pirouettes on the sticky red floor
Hear the sirens in the distance
She offers the officers zero resistance
Now who would convict her after all that she's been through?
But the judge and the jury, they've got secrets too
Olive Wallace is light on her feet
And everyone says she waltzed like a dream
She had her revenge at the age of sixteen
Olive Wallace swings from a tree
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Eno
04:59
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You know he knows the value of the alphabet
You know he knows you don't sign record deals with Baphomet
Eno lovely leopard printed space cadet
You know Eno he tried to warn us all about warm jets
I saw you last night on the BBC
from some other planet but a lot like me
Twisting voltage filters with your grey silk gloves
Is it any wonder that I fell in love?
You know he knows Bono and the Coldplay dudes
You know Eno he got a Christmas card from Bowie too
Eno outside of time outside of points of view
You know Discreet Music can destroy black moods
In a tiny ship on a milk white sea
You made a humming and a thrumming deep inside of me
Miles and miles of black tape running through chair legs
I'm sorry David I can't bring myself to call you Edge
You've got a mind like a synthesizer
Sequential Prophet 5 but a little bit wiser
Yes yes yes like a VCS3
No no no like Eno you know?
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Brian, I'm cryin' like Bill Wyman when he got the news
And I wonder who held you under? Who was laughing as you sank from view?
I point a finger at Mick Jagger with a dagger and revolver in the ballroom
Or was it the boardroom, where the briefcase of money was exchanged and the contract signed?
There's a bloated blonde boy at the bottom of the pool
They found pills, they found booze, but they never found the man who killed you
He'll be standing at the gates of hell, with Allen Klein
There's a bloated blonde boy at the bottom of the pool
Put a man on the face of the moon
But the moon-faced man lies in state
"Death by Misadventure" we're assured
There is no need to investigate
Brian, I'm cryin' like Bill Wyman when he got the news
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Rotten Juniper
05:22
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The smell of rotten juniper
Her folks christened her Jennifer
She changed her name to Candi
A couple of months before
Mustachioed white predator
A dozen girls ahead of her
But warnings cannot pay the bills
And rent is nearly due
Mother I will carry them all towards the light, dark eyed angels of the deep black night...
Creep antennae tingling
Coins in pockets jingling
Roll the window down and smile
but don't look them in the eyes
Lurking by the river's edge
Darker thoughts come through his head
Red Xs on the Green Trails map
Get in the truck and drive
Mother I will carry them all towards the light, dark eyed angels of the deep black night...
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Nil-Nil
04:30
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Life is like a game (nil-nil)
Sometimes a game is just like life (nil-nil)
There are no winners there are no losers (nil-nil)
Just a bunch of people running around
So hold your teammates close and let them know just how you feel
Let them know what they mean to you
Did you play the best game you could? Be proud of that.
Because you might not get to say goodbye.
The referee looks at his watch and blows his whistle
Game over
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Oliver Elf Army Everett, Washington
Oliver Elf Army consist of Mary, Martin, & Henry.
Pulling influences from 80's New Wave,
70's stadium
metal and 90's slacker-punk,
Oliver Elf Army create catchy indie-pop
songs with whip-smart lyrics about being
prescribed the wrong opiates, the Heavens
Gate Cult, the idiocy of Ted Nugent and
rich boys dying in expensive muscle cars.
... more
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