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StopMusic
02:36
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Stop the music! Stop!
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NuclearWar
04:40
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Nuclear War, Nuclear War
Talkin about, Nuclear War
It’s a motherfucker, don’t you know
If they push that button you’re ass has got to go
What are you gonna do without your ass?
Tell ‘em about it, Thierry
La guerre nucléaire?
C’t une enfant de chienne
Une ostie de connerie
Une crisse de tabarnak d’enculée de merde
Une fille de pute qui baise sa mère, Calisse!
Radiation makes mutation
You can kiss your ass goodbye. Goodbye!
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AnarchySucks
03:02
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Anarchy Sucks – You heard right, punk
Anarchy Sucks – Don’t be a chump
Anarchy Sucks – Listen up, bub
Anarchy Sucks – Stop acting tough
Anarchy, Anarchy, Anarchy Sucks
Anarchy, Anarchy, Anarchy Really Sucks
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PatRiot
02:04
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DarkSide
02:58
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We have a Dark Side
Fire your mind – or poison your soul
Crossing the line – maintain control
We have a Dark Side
And it, It can Destroy!
And it, It can Destoy us!
DARK
We have a Dark Side
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JoliFeu
02:53
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Feu, feu, joli feu!
Ton ardeur nous réjouit!
Feu, feu, joli feu!
Monte dans la nuit! Dans la nuit!
Vive la chaleur du feu, vive sa chaleur!
Vive la couleur du feu, vive sa couleur!
Vive la brûleur du feu, vive sa brûleur!
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ToughLuck
04:10
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Hard Times, Bad Times, War Times, Dark Times
Times are Tough
Tough Luck!
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CrowleyWood
11:20
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Bloody hammers. The secrets of immortal flannel.
He had been in the desert so long that he knew all the lizards by their first names.
Whenever the mood takes me. Each little chapter has its place.
Iron 60 is rare on Earth, but it is produced in abundance in space when a star, having exhausted the fuel that makes it shine, explodes.
Platypus courtship dance. Demi-gods and Semi-Devils.
Acoustic Kitty. Look it up.
Sierra Units, all Sierra Units, you have an Alpha One order.
Repeat, you have an Alpha One order.
I pulled the trigger. The incident was neutralized, almost surgically.
Then, the nightmares began.
Bizarre invertebrates, stranger than even the colossal squid.
Fermion propellers. A romance of many dimensions.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Sixth dimensional phase-space. A seething foam of possibilities.
Proximal, probability, affinity.
There’s nothing we can imagine beyond the tenth dimension.
Candles as currency. Children of men.
Exposition delivery machine. Mana-scaffolding and nano-lattices.
Three decades and the clocks haven’t even changed.
We are dying every day. Don’t let’s get arrogant about it.
This is what it feels like to do it well.
Influence clusters. This is good rehearsal.
It passed through you. You road the wave.
Are you prepared to say goodbye to reality?
When you give in to that flow.
You take every love you’ve ever had with you.
How do you feel? Empty? That’s so accurate.
Heart open, eyes up.
I sneak out at night to steal a few small grains, even though I know it’s not good for my brains.
Lichtenburg figures. Lightning flowers, or lightning trees,
Scars, after-burns from lightning strikes.
Order 227. Not one step back.
Promises of redemption a lie.
Sole survivor again and again and again.
Barrier troops.
Had! The manifestation of Nuit.
The unveiling of the company of heaven.
Every man and every woman is a star.
Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
Write unto us the ordeals. Write unto us the rituals.
Write unto us the law.
For these fools of men and their woes care not at all!
The ordeals I write not: the rituals should be half-known and half concealed.
The law is for all.
Come forth, O children, under the stars and take your fill of love.
Thus we have star and star, system and system.
Let not one know well the other.
Thou hast no right but to do thy will.
Do that, and no other shall say nay.
The word of Sin is restriction.
The word of the law is ΘΕΛΗΜΑ.
A lambent flame of blue, all-touching.
Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing and any other thing; for thereby, there cometh hurt.
Unite by thine art so that all disappear.
The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.
Worship, then, the Khabs and behold my light shed over you!
O Nuit, continuous one of heaven, let it ever be thus; that men speak not of Thee as One, but as None.
And let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous.
Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name, Nuit.
Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs.
Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods;
And let Asar be with Isa, who also are one.
Invoke me under the stars!
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law!
S dash 300. Failure.
A series of tests, highly capable, long-range, highly defendable.
Not 100% true.
Falling right back down to the ground.
Concertina, stretched, electrified, for miles.
No birds.
He went out one day, but I never saw him again.
I appreciate your concern, but I’m not going to turn back now.
You can speak with the beast.
What has he done to you this time?
We are the invaders. That makes us the enemies.
It was a colour, a banned colour, unseen in this world.
Somehow it managed to slip through the cracks and fractures from some other far-off place where these things are less regulated….or regulatable.
Locals called the years when all that happened “The Strange Times”.
Triceratops Rex.
World War One. Surveillance trees. Observation trees. Faux trees. Camouflaged trees.
GHOSTS KNOW WHO TO SCARE
Oval gas windows on her upper thighs.
This mind left intentionally blank.
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
The stars are soldiers in the army of the night, fighting eternally against the darkness.
Nature is a city of trees, a sea of trees.
Sapphire and steel.
We make our future by postcards.
Pink spider monkeys, turquoise hypocrites, orange squibbies.
Just tell him you‘ll call back.
Uncanny valley and the shaky bridge.
A rolling swell of an inland ocean.
Oblivion, wasted.
A war nobody wanted. A war nobody attended.
Convict 300, you have arrived at your destination:
CrowleyWood.
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Children Of The Night
04:15
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As the legions of evil prepare to attack
The claws of our fear sink deep in your back
That’s when the forces scale heights to full pitch
And the offspring of bloodlust begins to bewitch
We’re the children of the night
Hear us howl in the evening
Children of the night
And when you’re dead we’ll be leaving
Hang out the wolf bane and fasten the locks
And when midnight arrives you turn back the clocks
And nothing can save you from certain demise
We’ll imprison your soul with one flash from our eyes
We retire to our tombs at the burning of dawn
And those few who still breathe can give thanks that we’re gone
But rest assured we’ll be back for mortals we missed
With our fangs eager for necks we’ve not kissed
We’re the children of the night
Hear us howl in the evening
Children of the night
And when you’re dead we’ll be leaving
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Metropolis
03:03
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Phÿcus Montreal, Québec
Phÿcus was a Canadian industrial / experimental band that existed from 1988 to 2000. Phÿcus transformed from the traditional band format into a network that included over 50 contributors in a dozen locales, with Montreal as its centre of operations. Phÿcus' success was minimal, but their output was prodigious. Now in 2020, Phÿcus is back with a new release, "CrowleyWood". ... more
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