Slaughterhouse Astronomy
by Crisco Thunder
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Zoo Teeth
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Slaughterhouse Astronomy
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The Rabble of Liberty
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released 01 January 2013
Produced and recorded by Crisco Thunder. Mixed by Eric Warzecha. Photography by Karen Kirchhoff.
Produced and recorded by Crisco Thunder. Mixed by Eric Warzecha. Photography by Karen Kirchhoff.
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- Track Name: Zoo Teeth
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So now we're gonna find out what kind of animals we are
Do we bare our fangs?
Do we flaunt our chains?
Can we still dream the jungle
if we sleep inside a cage?
And can we even find it that way?
We got our zoo teeth
Slack jaws and broken instincts
Wages of captivity
They say we got tame brains,
but might that change with hunger pains?
Looks like we'll get the chance to see
Because the top hats are running to their fallout shelters
with their Pinkertons and their gold
The wild cats all caught a memory lapse on sex drugs and rock n roll
Will we eat our young?
Will we shed our skin?
Will we bite the hands that feeds us
diet pills and thorazine?
Or will we end up starving?
We got our zoo teeth
Slack jaws and killer instincts
somewhere deep in our memories
They say we got tame brains
but might that change with hunger pains?
Might be time for a little ferocity
House cats hunt down matadors spill their blood all through the streets
Little lambs turn into carnivores by filing down their teeth
Why we wanna keep on living in zoos when we don't get enough to eat?
Why we wanna keep on living in zoos when we never get enough to eat? - Track Name: Slaughterhouse Astronomy
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This cult of Grand Wizards thinks we make great pets
and all these Babylon babies carry shit on their breath
and paychecks for the pills to fill the holes in their head
Living dead sent to wreck and retire
Proles are yanking bootstraps until they fall down dead
and all the lumpen ready-rocking keep their babies fed
Everybody's pissing in this burning bed singing
“We didn't start the fire”
But i'll bet my life there's something better
Better than this mess
We should be running through the jungles and the sewers tonight
and gunning for the gaps in the satellites
With our slick skin gleaming in the lunar light
We can make it sparrows I know it
But i'll bet my life there's something better
Better than this mess
Super Powers in golden towers flip channels on their crystal balls
Direct death squads and diplomats from the safety of their hallowed halls
Now their future's so bright its a bastard's delight
but clouds are massing outside the walls
Look to the sky keep blood in our eyes chip bricks and make the towers fall
Now this cult of Free Lovers laughs in the rubble of Rome
They got the guns all buried and the circuits blown
and the Grand Wizards slaughtered on their cannibal throne
Lifeless eyes watch a new world turn
People shaking out the sickness from their beat up bones
Pulling their battered brains out of the twilight zone
Tracking new constellations out to parts unknown
vowing never to return
They sing i'll bet my life there's something better
Better than this mess
Big dreams coming down tonight
burn through nightmare skies like meteorites
Big dreams coming down tonight
hitting hungry hearts like falling starlight - Track Name: The Rabble of Liberty
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Experiments begin - gotta let them end
We'll jump into the river holding hands
We'll let the water eat our skin
Oh feel the love!
Well its the end of another slow death summer
and I don't know if I'll make another
in this asthmatic city
wheezing something about "mercy please"
City fathers run rackets around this crooked beat
while the city's sons empty guns on the street and
William Penn's pissing on our discarded decency
Experiments begin - gotta let them end
We'll jump into the river holding hands
We'll let the water eat our skin
Oh feel the love!
Well its the end of another slow death
and I don't know if I can take another
all-city brawl no pity no referree
All the stares and glares and the misspent fist fights
The border wars and the cocaine crash sites
We're downwind people and we're all
getting down tonight
Experiments begin - gotta let them end
We'll jump into the river holding hands
We'll let the water eat our skin
Oh feel the love!
The rust belt tightens - we won't die
Stripped of our dignity - but we keep our pride
Hopelessly outnumbered - we still fight
For the honor of liberty and blight
We're ugly things with angel wings
asking Peter to check again
We made hell for each other
and we suffered for our sins
We're ugly things with angel wings
begging Peter to check again
We crawl to the gates of heaven
but they never let us in - Track Name: Psychedelic Workers of the World Unite!
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The meta-hustle got the magic and the muscle
got the whole thing locked up tight
Blood bags work and jerk all day
We're scratching lottery tickets all night
Its a hard luck, skull fuck
voluntary lobotomy
We used to rumble in the jungle
now we stumble through the halls of history
I wonder why?
Living truth's got the power and the proof
a gut feeling that you just can't shake
We're either boozed up and bought off
or threatened with the sawed off
Its an all you can eat bullshit buffet
Builds up, sick guts
now the ticking starts to pick up speed
Is it a countdown to Armageddon
or marking time for a dance in the debris?
I wonder why?
No harm no foul no history
They soak our paychecks in LSD
They got piss tests down at the factory
they lock you up if they come back clean
Now the Living Dead will drive it in your head
that work will set you free
One day we'll recall who coined the phrase
and blow up with the memory - Track Name: Ballad of the Love Machines
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We are the Love Machines
Self-programmed for better things
Fueled by a love supreme
Tiger calls a meeting for Friday night
None of the other animals show ya know
They'd all rather party than fight
Unicorn's spacing out on PCP
Building scale models of dreams
In the hope it'll help them come to be
One's claws out looking for a good fight
One's making plans for living after midnight
They got the battle singing through their veins
You know the weapons are different
but the struggles the same
This is me and you now what we gonna do?
The jungle calls all I hear is the zoo
Feel less like an animal and more like a machine
Seems the least we can do is shake the cage and sing
We are the love machines
Self-programmed for better things
Fueled by a love supreme
We are the love machines
Open eyes and laser beams
Fueled by a love supreme
Now Tiger's rolling through the DMZ
Thinks there might be more to do
than striking fear in heart of the enemy
Unicorn's laying off the PCP
Thinks building dreams might take
more sweat and blood than fantasy
They're taking walks and talking in the moonlight
Making plans to gang up when the time's right
All the poachers tried to keep them apart
Now they quake and quiver when the good stuff starts
This is me and you now what we gonna do?
The jungle calls all I hear is the zoo
Feel less like an animal and more like a machine
Seems the least we can do is shake the cage and sing
We are the love machines
Self-programmed for better things
Fueled by a love supreme
We are the love machines
Open eyes and laser beams
Fueled by a love supreme
I am a love machine
and I know why the caged bird sings
bruised and bloody songs about living in the quarantine
Steel bars and the gaps between
what is and what could be
So we breathe a little air
into all the things we'd like to see
Tiger loves Unicorn
Unicorn loves Tiger
