John Peels Ghost
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Dam'n Those 2 Tracks Up Until Now Rocks Big Time 🔥 I'm Looking So Much Forward To 25 November 🤘
Listened 2 Tracks BC & Scrobbled lastFM
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Favorite track: Lobotomizer.
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Oh My Lord!
03:07
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Hide your weapons amongst the leaves
Hide your boredom up your sleeve
Feed the meter, be out by nine
Drive back home and then unwind
They say that life is not some game
Sometimes I wish, though, that it were
We’d take the Boardwalk by slight of hand
We’d take Park Place for all its worth
Oh my Lord!
How could I
Be this bored?
All other feelings
Can be ignored
Give me distraction
Give me more
Infiltrate the void
Let’s punch a wall
At least it’s cheap
For the love of God
It’s sugar free
No shame
No shame!
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Straight gasoline
Iron deficiency
We live the dream
Global conspiracy
Watch as it glows
Blossom and decompose
Self diagnose
Or is it just
something like a phenomenon?
something like a phenomenon
something like a phenomenon
something like a yea…
something like a phenomenon
something like a phenomenon (nomenon)
something like a phenomenon
something like a yea…
The urge to feed
A natural tendency
Embarrassing
Embarrassing
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Call your employer
Confess your sins
Feast on the living
limb by limb
Bring out the big guns
Bring our your dead
Terms and conditions
every breath
Two words to end it
Abandon ship
All your expenses
Hold their grip
three cheers for William! (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
three cheers for me! (Boooo!)
Report for clean up
Aisle three
Pets and owners
Prepare your funds for launch
A minor cost
Pull the trigger
And have yourself a ball
Das capital
Oh yea, that’s right everybody
This one is going out to all the
Pomeranian wannabes and enthusiasts out there
And anyone who has a difficult time
Aligning their life’s work
With the needs and the wants
Of a multilevel marketing
global corporate click farm
So sorry folks, the elevator is full
Please try again next time
We do appreciate your business
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This is a nightmare of marionettes
This is a lighthearted stroll
Feed me a slice of your hot, stinging death
Feed me that sweet holy ghost
Dead, cold
Prefrontal lobes
Reap, sow
Loss of control
Straight to your brain
Right through the nose
Straight to your brain
Right through the nose
You can’t
Build me a prison with full kitchenette
Build me a house to foreclose
Give me a taste of that bitter regret
Give me that sweet holy ghost
Dead, cold
Prefrontal lobes
Reap, sow
Loss of control
Straight to your brain
Right through the nose
Straight to your brain
Right through the nose
You can’t stop
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Ghosts Marching Slow
03:30
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Why be patient?
Why pay the bills?
Just take a number
It all melts away
Before you ever thought it
Pecking order
Cold, mortal shame
Just swallow harder
It all rots away
Before you ever thought it
Ghosts marching slow
Cold shallow hopes
Try eating smarter
Full misery
Old friends and lovers
They all melt away
Before you ever saw them
All iterations
I’ve had my fill
A life of chances
They all rot away
Before you ever saw them
Hold your water
Hold your breath
Nervous laughter
Life and death
Decomposing
Marching slow
In a lifetime
We’re all ghosts
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Rather Be Nothing
02:31
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I’m miserable
It’s like a plague
Let’s watch it grow
Let’s keep it vague
A rabid consumption
Flows through your veins
I’d rather be nothing
Than be afraid
Oh yea
Wait.
I’m like a child
I cannot swear
This isn’t right
This isn’t fair
A rabid consumption
Engulfs your brain
I’d rather be nothing
Than be afraid
Oh no
wait.
Beneath the calm
It’s stirring in the lake
Beneath the Earth
They won’t feel bad for me
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8. |
I'm Not Complaining
03:41
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Congratulations!
You’ve earned your place
Grand consolation
Last man to space
Just a distraction
Oceans will rise
This ship is sailing
Just open wide
Write mom a letter
Pay off your debts
Of all her children
She liked you best
Just fucking kill me
This was my time
Hit morning traffic
Now last in line
I’m not complaining
This was worth the wait
Congratulations
To the human race
Disappointment
and complete disgrace
Congratulations
You’re last man to space
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9. |
First You'll Laugh...
03:18
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He’s a sacred clown
Like Santa Claus
She can’t do that dance
Not any more
Generations
Float in between
And that’s all well and good
And fine by me
First you’ll laugh
And then you’ll wet yourself
We could own a house
With a backyard
In a quiet town
Down by the shore
These possessions
Could be your friends
They would mourn your loss
After you’re dead
First you’ll laugh
And then you’ll wet yourself
First you’ll laugh
And then you’ll wet yourself
You can do it
If you let yourself
First you’ll laugh
And then you’ll wet yourself
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10. |
Prepare For Breakfast
03:27
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Prepare for breakfast
Prepare for war
One breath could bait me now
And bring me to the floor
I’ll have you know that
I’ve heard of things
I’ll take you to the bath
And cut off both your wings
The message escapes me
At least it was brief
The moral escapes me
The order of things
Debate the purpose
of the turning of the Earth
Create a darkness to endure
Rescind your pity
Pre-pay your phone
I’ll take you to the bath
And leave you all alone
I’m well aware
Let’s clear the air
I’m not what you think of me
I’m not what you think of me
We can’t all be so lovely
Staring down a hole
Let’s make a grand old mistake
Let’s make a grand old mistake
Let’s see how much we can take
Out of our control
I’m well aware
Let’s clear the air
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