1. |
The Song Of The Brain
01:47
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2. |
The Seaweed
01:43
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3. |
Sunless Underground
02:48
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4. |
Sun
02:30
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Sun! You are red-brown with age
Sun! You're streaked in dirt and worn with duty
Sun! What crime have you committed
to now be dragged by force forever nightly
to your western bed?
Sun! Oh what atrocity are you guilty
to now deserve this suffering?
Sun! Why are you not like the moon
who disappears so painlessly
when she spies your heavy body
rising sadly in the morning?
Sweet night moon,
she sings her spells
to her salty-faced disciples
They suck her rays from tubes of feathers
They dance inside her lunar coolness
They are cold to everyone!
A choir of sinners
A choir of girlwolves
Howling from their windowsills
on which they perch, bathed in moonlight,
singing songs so joyfully--
Sun! Sun! Sun! Sun!
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5. |
Little Flowers Dying I
00:38
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6. |
Someone Faraway
02:08
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7. |
My Arms In The Night
03:38
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Stay where you are
Stay were you are (cold and shaking)
Oh don't you want to come to me now?
Oh don't you want to (I'm so cold) come to me now?
Oh come to me, don't be afraid.
Be afraid
Be afraid
Be afraid now
Oh take you rightful place.
Run to my arms, to my arms
Run, run, run (stay where you are) to my arms.
I'll be afraid, I'll be afraid, I'll be afraid
Oh run, run, run from me now
Oh run, run, run
Oh run through the night swiftly
My arms will freeze in the dark
in the dark, in the dark, in the dark
in the night, in the night, in the night
I'm so cold, so
cold and shaking
I can feel my
body breaking.
Oh.
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8. |
Someone Else
03:01
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9. |
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I love a snake with things hanging off her
She is an alien all in white
She comes to me in the form of dust
Filtered through a bright attic light
She brings to me such precious gifts
She brings to me things I never had
She brings me to the sun and moon
While I'm dying in my opium bed.
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10. |
12/89 (Where you went)
02:33
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You dress grimly
in the light coming out of your muth.
I remain lying
in the pile of creature bones.
The basket is undone.
I undid it with my teeth
when I fell off the string
that is my path over hell.
Trying to hold on, my fingers
caught in your face--
Ripped free, and I kept falling--
Landed in the tops of the trees
that grow in hell
So, I skinned myself
and threw the end up to you.
I had to ask you to haul me up--
this time
I had fallen so far.
You pulled me up by my sin--
and your face bleeding--
Now I am lying, panting
and you are dressing grimly
in the hot light coming out
of your mouth
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11. |
Instrumental
02:07
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12. |
Something In My Ugly
04:12
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13. |
Bad Dream
00:32
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14. |
Little Flowers Dying II
03:21
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I know it's coming
It knows I'm running
But it walks.
And the monster moves in
Tearing open my face
Its fangs--and it swallows
my mind
I mean it, I mean it, and I
know you see it--I can't find
your hands
You have never driven so fast away from me.
Now I welcome that which feeds me
Because the thunder head is mind
And the climbing fingers and jumping teeth
are mine.
And sometimes
sometimes the power is mine.
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16. |
A Call To The Sun
03:41
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The wind is winding swiftly through
Metallic trees like a striking snake
Looking for me
Sun, I see you
But you are far away and cold
I don't know if you remember me...
Sun, are you watching me (in memory) now?
Sun, I can't see you anymore
And you are too far away
To remember me now
But I remember--your rays were like
Jackal teeth making tears in my dress.
Pricking my skin, and I loved you.
While the wind holds down my wrists, I look to you
While the wind fricks its tongue over me, I cry to you:
"I don't understand it; what did you want from me?
Why did you go away?
Why have you let the wind take me now?
Or, or will the earth open up and swallow me?
Or, will the earth open and swallow me?
Sun! Sun! Sun! Sun!"
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17. |
Go Insane
02:07
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18. |
I Want To Die
03:59
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19. |
Little Flowers Dying III
01:04
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Suckdog Dover, New Hampshire
Suckdog was an American underground band active from 1987-2017. The core members were the married couple Lisa Crystal Carver and Jean-Louis Costes. Suckdog toured around the world, performing a mix of noise operas, skits, wrestling, musical performances, film screenings, and general audience agitation. ... more
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