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time
to think
austossen! films - rick
fuller - director
the band with kaleidoscope eyes... picture yourself in a boat at the
7th street entry...
power down a few, shall we say, cocktails... lean up against the
sticky wall... and let this band bowl you over... |
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tracks
from "maximum power
super loud"
release
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teachers
huge barrage of flying and flaming guitars are
attacking my school... stealing the power away
from the man... giving it to the kids... as they are
alright... |
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hellride
'95
jacked up chevy nova
barreling down my street... on the way back from what went
down... not a good day... the opposing headlights hold tons of
gravity... crank the wheel... |
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sunshine
good morning, sunshine...
you are my sunshine... sunshine on my shoulders... the sun
will come up tomorrow... black hole sun... children of the
sun... fuck off... |
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209
formula 209 for messy spills and all-purpose clean
up... this track will disintegrate every
molecule of dirt from any intended surface... |
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time
to think
starts off like a european pig's siren...
and ends up like turkish prison solitary confinement... plenty of
time to think in the hole... |
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challenge
burlington northern is jealous of this bass line...
harley davidson moves in for patent infringement... but, you can't
license something that drives a motherfucking spike through your skull
before arriving at the patent attorney's office... now, can you... |
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the
midget
hi ho, hi ho... it's
off to work we go... behind the tent... is that a donkey-sized
in her hand... |
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first
born
exactly what it takes to move this fucking rock
and roll pile... i'll throw in my favorite
zippo and marshal arts awards for good measure... there goes the
girlfriend too... |
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murder
driven to it by this fucking song...
i was just watching my favorite episode of "gentle ben", when i
overheard this tune on the biker neighbors' stereo... ten bodies
later... this song is all i have... |
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my
house
eating cereal at the kitchen table...
acts of questionable intent and talent in the basement... danger
almost always looming... get that fucking rat off of the
counter... morning is the best buzz of the day... |
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one of
us
initiation of the most heinous kind...
blood-thirsty hazing tradition... tying you and your date to the
tree of life with bellies full of milk of magnesia... the curtains
of pretense will fall to the ground... just a matter of time... |
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just
one
as i had promised... i
can eat just one... one fucking infinite pile of the coveted
gems... singular, like i had promised... all a matter of
semantics... don't get caught in the trap of the either/or,
dear... and, by the way, i'm going out tonight... |
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