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| from Tilt - Play Cell (2004) | |||||
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside Back to the workplace i go Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine Dressing my face an open wound On the day after day later lousy mood I haul it off but it fall in my lap today Tied to each thought i got a little lead balloon You're accused But i'm the crime Oh it got worse From worse to bad Unintentional flame wont go away Pitching in the black Oh it got worse IT got bad from worse to bad Unintentional flame wont go away Pitching in the black |
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| from Tilt - The World Doesn't Know (2004) | |||||
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7:45 |
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| from Tilt - The World Doesn't Know (2004) | |||||
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7:02 |
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| from Tilt - The World Doesn't Know (2004) | |||||
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would =
use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate = this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm = waiting for the cue, to beckon to the shoot, and break the crust upon = the soil. Lack of light the iris expands, my eyes abosorb a power coming = from behind my dim room, in my den amber and damp, as if lit by faith = alone, I've been more faithful than you know. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain
Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together Aspirations lie in possessions each dwellers dream so similar Keep witches behind, mythical lines And squeeze my faith between my knees I can't take one more lie, so I'll take one of each In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Pack it in, save it up Pack it in, save it up In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights Imbibing life through their screen it shows me to believe |
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from Tilt - Play Cell (2004)
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain
Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together Aspirations lie in possessions each dwellers dream so similar Keep witches behind, mythical lines And squeeze my faith between my knees I can't take one more lie, so I'll take one of each In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Pack it in, save it up Pack it in, save it up In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights Imbibing life through their screen it shows me to believe |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Invisible (1999) | |||||
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
I did not get out of the treaches escape this linger and damage ill
take to my grave That nerve gas poison and agent oarnge the wages of high risk are part of my story what kind of madness took ahold of me to shoot anothers blood into my willing veins no i could never do that voluntarily i heard a demon tell me to and i obeyed but i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i keep recieving a distorted command and if i hadnt given up id surely follow back into the tangle of this struggle for man a suicidal mission and a chance for all to end but i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i may have turned yellow but did not betray my old friend's still batlling out in the fray am i ill ilivered now im a beginner im damned all to hell and i am delivered sometimes im tempted to forget myself and jump back into the skirmish as a nurse and have a _______ old time and feel solemnly again id rather that than live it in sanctuary i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i dont take orders |
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| from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999) | |||||
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4:50 |
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| from Tilt - Vaults (1996) | |||||
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2:39 |
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| from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999) | |||||
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4:49 |
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| from Tilt - Explorer (2005) | |||||
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1:54 |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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2:07 |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I =
have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't = reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and = a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through = our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much = lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of = squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting = darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her = shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. = The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like = he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't = respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little = girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no = device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the = loose ends. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =
this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck = another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a = regular jokes "This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy = glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off = the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, = keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of = some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news = above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash = it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy = here, all you have is what we got. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Play Cell (2004)
Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =
this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck = another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a = regular jokes "This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy = glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off = the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, = keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of = some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news = above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash = it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy = here, all you have is what we got. Submitted by: Mel |
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| from Tilt - Twelve (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Twelve (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Explorer (2005) | |||||
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
This ground is too hard to break, it ruined a pick and spade, frozen and =
solid as rock, my hands numb with the shock! I am prepared for the dirty = work, I've groveled for years in the bloody dirt, I have all the tools = that I need, and now I admit my defeat! What will it take to cleave this = earth? Break this ground, it's got to break! What will it take to cleave = this earth? I cannot wait 'til spring. My cargo is still half alive, = they twine 'round eachother and cry, they beg me to finish the task, = will I inter them at last? I glare at the place I'd make a grave, I = carry the shame it would contain, thinking cannot rend a hole, too tired = to stave off the cold. Submitted by: Mel |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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7:03 |
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| from Tilt - Explorer (2005) | |||||
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1:26 |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Explorer (2005) | |||||
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| from M-Dash - The P [digital single] (2016) | |||||
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
In no condition for your retribution are we rehearsing? The pain =
dispersing, verdict repeated, no words needed, have I been mislead? = Alone apprehended. Leave me suspended, leave me unpended, leave me = suspended, so unprotected, pull gently upward, hoisted and tethered, = unseen and unheard so detected. Punishment fitting, I'm lifting and = lifting, no more aquittal, severe yet so simple, play your vendetta, a = weightless sonata, ascension getting, an act I am regretting. From here = you look so small, I'm swinging free but I won't fall, lights and drapes = hang with me, how can you just turn and leave? Submitted by: Mel |
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| from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998) | |||||
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1:58 |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Congratulations on your recent acquisition, the bunker is convenient and =
easy to install, you've purchased the finest in home fortification, the = comfort will please you and heighten you're morale, keenly concoted the = barricade is comely, the entrance is impregnable and ready for assault, = safe in the knowledge you didn't waste your money, lie back in your = sanctum you are untouchable. Sterile heaven hermetically sealed for your = protection and increased yield. Sterile heaven 'cause you're #1, = equipped with ample insulation. Under surveilance invaders are detected, = external apparatus incarcerates them all. Flash incinerated and lightly = disinfected, the ashes are bundled and packed in a vault, you're = accomodations are acoustically defended you need not hear the death = cries we bring them to a halt, encapsulation is highly recommended, in = brocade or wood grain or neoclassical. Airtight and quiet with total = privacy just keep the filter clean, you've taken the precaution, of = utter isolation, you buy serenity, you've read the warranty. Submitted by: Mel |
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11:37 |
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| from Tilt - Vaults (1996) | |||||
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1:50 |
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| from Tilt - Play Cell (2004) | |||||
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9:37 |
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| from Tilt - The Dark Science EP (2000) | |||||
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7:29 |
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| from Tilt - The Dark Science EP (2000) | |||||
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8:13 |
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| from Tilt - Vaults (1996) | |||||
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2:21 |
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| from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999) | |||||
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2:18 |
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| from Tilt - Play Cell (2004) | |||||
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2:27 |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
There but for the grace of god go I Grew up on the same block I wonder why Why you were the one to take a dive And I got to go on with my life The hand of fate is random I'm alive Ain't no reason or no rhyme We are practically the same I sing your requiem I lose another friend But I remain to receive your wake up call Pontiac I love you and I miss you It's easier to love you now that you're gone Now I know the things I should've said to you Now you're gone Sure beats me why we didn't die The time we brewed that cocktail "death surprise" Mixed in all the pills your mama had And washed it all down with my daddy's gin The hand of fate is random I'm alive Ain't no reason or no rhyme We are practically the same I sing your requiem I lose another friend But I remain to receive your wake up call Pontiac I love you and I miss you It's easier to miss you now that you're gone Now I know the things I should've said to you Now you're gone Now you're gone |
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| from Shiesty - The Fifth (2017) | |||||
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2:52 |
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| from Tilt - Play Cell (2004) | |||||
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2:23 |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
here's the church and here's the steeple
open the doors and see the people people screaming i have sinned oh dear lord help me win the riches that are owed to me and a high place in society give me strength lord i am weak i need sexual release here i am your faithful servant grant me one request oh I need inside information how should i invest and they're all just spinning on there own little shelves and they're all just bitching at the world and they're all just happy in there own little pots saluting when the flag unfurls tell me one more time your flawless philosophy well, i forgot to take notes help me i'm a heathen ignorant of your theology and you're so pious you should know here's the bank and here's the teller open her legs to any feller say your prayers down on your knees mother mary fantasy here's the host and here's the server body blood oh hello broker tell me what i want to know to enrich my needy soul see me lord your humble subject saying penance now when id really like to check the nazdac and the dow and they're all just spinning on there own little shelves and they're all just bitching at the world and they're all just happy in there own little pots saluting when the flag unfurls tell me one more time your flawless philosophy well, i forgot to take notes help me i'm a heathen ignorant of your theology and you're so pious you should know tell me one more time your flawless philosophy well, i forgot to take notes help me i'm a heathen ignorant of your theology and you're so pious you should know |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999) | |||||
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1:32 |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time =
something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to = get the lead out of my blood and lose the paralyzing lies, that shower = from above. I must strengthen my constitution, I must gather my resolve, = I've got to muster every ounce of my resistance. Self inflicted doom has = left me open and exposed, to every sickness, every fallacy that's going = around, I will not succumb to the belief that others hold that there is = no defense against infection, as I've been told. We're tolerant to the = wrongs, dealt out with regularity, our toxic level is drawn from sheer = lack of humanity. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration, turning patriotic colors =
to a purple stain, dribbling down his belly he's the hope of = generations, the measure of the damage we have yet to ascertain. Mammoth = head of paraffin of malleable nature, pounded with the platitudes = admissible for use, pitiful and blundering , a mortifying creature, his = neck is too weak to support the partial birth of truth. Misbegotten = inconsolable, the fitting end result of his breed, misbegotten = inconsolable, a product of stupidity and greed. Watch him as his dim = eyes roll back into his head, see him struggling in his own filth to = stand irretrievable and overfed, he reaches out with his desperate = little hands. Submitted by: Mel |
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1:51 |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Liquor store, liquor store one on every corner, checks cashed any time =
NO I.D. Liquor store, liquor store, malt liquor cigarettes lottery. The = car is running and kicking out funes, you've disappeared inside to buy = the daily quota, I'm fending for myself to a popular tune, digging in = the ashtray, hoping for a quarter. Mile on mile of transient hotels, = unattended children with nowhere to play, anger rips down pine street in = the form of a black chevelle, but the baptists keep singin' away. One = lone palm tree is rising above it's glamour and dignity are so out of = place an ancient pick up truck is looking for a shove, the congregation = sings, amazing grace! Submitted by: Mel |
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2:22 |
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| from Tilt - Play Cell (2004) | |||||
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1:24 |
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| from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998) | |||||
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1:33 |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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1:53 |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
I'm not going anywhere; I have way too much to lose Even though I'm killing myself, It's no indication I won't come through Don't go making plans to fill my absence Even though I've been gone too long I can stamp my foot and split in two But I'll be whole before the dawn. Say I've been to hell and back Well you got it wrong, I never did return Lay my head on the chopping block and I'll hand you the hatchet. Strewn again from limb to limb A slap and a tickle and a hand in the till Between extremes is mighty grim I'll be free in a minute of my free will Two on a bed gone round the bed I laugh and writhe the more I try My mind fell apart for you to mend I sing to you and you reply. Say I've been to hell and back Well you got it wrong, I never did return Lay my head on the chopping block and I'll hand you the hatchet. Soon as my head hit the pillow He took it as his cue to shake me back awake Could have killed him bout a couple of times By laying in wait and tearing down the drapes If I stomp hard enough He'll slip in the soap and I'll wave good-bye as he's circling the drain. I'm not going anywhere, I have way too much to lose Even though I'm killing myself, It's no indication I won't come through Don't go making plans to fill my absence Even though I've been gone too long I could stamp my foot and split in two But I'll be whole before the dawn. |
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5:15 |
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| from Tilt - Explorer (2005) | |||||
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10:25 |
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| from Tilt - New Day (Remixes) (2005) | |||||
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6:56 |
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| from Tilt - New Day (Remixes) (2005) | |||||
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7:45 |
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| from Tilt - New Day (Remixes) (2005) | |||||
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7:21 |
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| from Tilt - New Day (Remixes) (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - New Day (2005) | |||||
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| from Tilt - My Release (2012) | |||||
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| from Tilt - My Release (2012) | |||||
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| from Tilt - My Release (2012) | |||||
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| from Tilt - My Release (2012) | |||||
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| from Tilt - My Release (2012) | |||||
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| from Tilt - My Release (2012) | |||||
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| from Black Hole Recordings - Mystic Trance Episode 4 (2012) | |||||
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| from Black Hole Recordings - Black Hole Recordings Amsterdam Dance Event Sampler 2012 (2012) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Twelve (2005) | |||||
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2:00 |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Not exactly in the lap of luxury, you were not quite of blue blood, but =
you know you went to bed with a belly full of supper, you were safe as a = bug in a rug, you were swaddled and jolly Molly Coddled, like a dolly = and your mommy maybe gave a little shrug when you threw a temper tantrum = for another piece of something that other kids only dream of. Baby face, = baby face, looking for a season in hell, baby face, baby face, I hope = you learn your lesson well. Now you've chosen poverty, you did it for = the sake of being hip, begging for a dollar never doubling for a moment = your bohemian indigence, and you wonder why the folks in your run down = neighbourhood don't recognize you as a kindred soul, 'cause you gotta = bed in a sunny sub-division any time you wanna run home. Submitted by: Mel |
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1:48 |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene her husband keeps her =
dowry and his freedom is achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value = for her skin, solid for her complexiion, never saw her home again. The = minister of culture, he argues so well, his teeth are flashing as he = details, a legacy of murder, a heritage of rape, a time honored = tradition to maim and mutilate. Cut away her labia with dirty broken = glass, she died of obstruction prainfully infected mass, a dress code = violation is an outrage in Iran, splashed her face with acid only them = the fun began. She wasn't good enough, a female child left face down = packed in the snow, umbilical cord around her tiny feet, she suffers and = dies alone. A woman in a western home is under house arrest, a drunkard = is her jailer he's entitled to molest, her daughter is passed over when = she tries to raise her hand, the likeliness of her success is not an = even chance. The minister of culture, he's wringing his hands, he keeps = on laughing as he demands- "No human right applies her, our women will = agree, our property has spoken no cause to intervine." Submitted by: Mel |
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1:03 |
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| from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995) | |||||
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2:00 |
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| from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999) | |||||
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1:57 |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Loyalty wavering like heat above the hood All the cooling fluids escaping into pools I'm sucking in vaporized lives but i feel no effect And now my cells are altered adapted to neglect I'm killing myself somehow to stay awake I'm not particular who i entertain I'm not concerned with the spectacle i make I'm preparing to make a big break Paring down the list of things to take What i leave behind i leave to fate Im preparing to vamoose Beefing up the list of shit to lose I've got words i'm not afraid to lose |
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2:16 |
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| from Tilt - Play Cell (2004) | |||||
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1:49 |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
I got tired of the same old face, so I quit looking in the mirror, such =
a sight, here's a brand new girl with eyes that are clearer, the older = model never saw things quite right. Lips tits hips, right down to the = fingertips, ten shades of beautiful for every disorder, lips tits hips, = right down to the fingertips, just a hint of my misfortune. My make-over = commence, candy coated lips can coach me right along, no mess, no fuss, = prefectly natch, I hope I learn what makes me look at things all wrong. = I'd say she was a man's girls, translucent with a bit of shine, I'd say = she's a bad idea, conditions as it deadens your mind. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
stopped again, thought I recognized it, hear that? There it goes right =
now, like a whisper I'm imagining, but now it's screaming... inside my = head. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Ignorance personified. Can you = hear it? Can you hear it? You try to bite your words, but they keep = forming in your mouth, and they are libelous hottly popping out, I am = beyond hte cutting range of your dull mind and jagged tongue, and this = you cannot stand. You cannot stand. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? = Ignorance personified. Can you hear it? Can you hear it now? You better = listen to yourself, can you hear it? Can you hear it now? Follow me all = the way home, but you haven't got the guts to come in too close, follow = me all the way home, you just want a chance to show how little you = really know Submitted by: Mel |
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1:40 |
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| from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995) | |||||
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1:37 |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a =
single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is = gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close = scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my = variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained = with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a = brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a = double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the = fracture we saw the flaw in the glare. Submitted by: Mel |
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2:13 |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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1:57 |
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| from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001) | |||||
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12:31 |
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| from Tilt - Vaults (1996) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Invisible (1999) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Invisible (1999) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Invisible (1999) | |||||
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| from Tilt - Invisible (1999) | |||||
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9:01 |
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| from Missing Pieces EP (2002) | |||||
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4:02 |
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| from Tilt - Vaults (1996) | |||||
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4:56 |
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| from Tilt - Vaults (1996) | |||||





