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Driven to the ground it faces me
Watching as it dies inside
The faces are the same but no one can hide from
All the rotten graves they find
Serpents of Butchered Suicide
They're trapped in a web of lies
Everyday forced to succumb to the
Will of the fear - pride
Gods have the same intention
Never to re-align
Gods have the same intention
Only the need to die
Seeping
Plummeting
A burden on the brain
Warmth in the shadows, hollow from the cause
Everything is falling, I can't see my prey!
I won't go with
A dark find
It flows through me
Until it's time
A false tension
A fake sign
It grew in me
Before its time
No competition, no place to hide
No good intentions, just feed the blind
You suffer for someone
They suffer with no one
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I spilled the blood of the devil
Onto the missing shores of Cape Cod
Her blood soaked the sands of time
It made no difference
In the color of the sand
So I soaked the shore with red dye
The Flat Earth Society thinks it's ice
I say it's the blood of the beast!
At least the internet believes me.
Ultraviolet blood of the devil!
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This is a tasty burger
This makes no fucking sense
The calorie aspires
To make us fat fat fat
Two coach seats on the plane
Under my ass
Buffets go out of business
Every time I pass
Eat some food
Can't see my shoes
On a burger cruise
We're fat 'n' alive
Break out in hives
From extra chives
Can't stop my size
We're fat 'n' alive
A walking quake
No slim fast shake
All chairs will break
We're fat 'n' alive
Cracked the floor
Denied by whores
Could burg some more
We're fat 'n' alive
Diabetes don't scare me
I've got a reason to all the loaded fries I like
A heart attack cannot kill me
I'll eat as much as I want because I'm fat and alive
Don't force me on a diet
I'll eat your dog
Bailed on a marathon
Watch some TV
Feel my gastro-intestinal
Apathy
Watch me obscure the sun
When I'm at the beach
Eat some food
Can't see my shoes
On a burger cruise
We're fat 'n' alive
Break out in hives
From extra chives
Can't stop my size
We're fat 'n' alive
A walking quake
No slim fast shake
All chairs will break
We're fat 'n' alive
Cracked the floor
Denied by whores
Could burg some more
We're fat 'n' alive
Diabetes don't scare me
I've got a reason to all the loaded fries I like
A heart attack cannot kill me
I'll eat as much as I want because I'm fat and alive
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Get out!
Mayor McCheese kicked you out of Playland; You're not a kid
You started throwing chairs one day when we didn't have McRib
Six apple pies
Some burg and fries
Want super size?
It's never enough
Refill my shake
They're open late
But they closed the gates
She ain't gonna stop
You can't come inside
Eat some cyanide
You've been denied
It's never enough
We've closed the door
You shat on the floor
You'll burg no more
She ain't gonna stop
Get out!
You overflowed the toilet while you're waiting for your food
Had to call in all the part time help just to satisfy you
Called up Burger King; See if we could borrow beef
No, you can't talk to our manager. We don't do delivery!
Six apple pies
Some burg and fries
Want super size?
It's never enough
Refill my shake
They're open late
But they closed the gates
She ain't gonna stop
You can't come inside
Eat some cyanide
You've been denied
It's never enough
We've closed the door
You shat on the floor
You'll burg no more
She ain't gonna stop
Yeah!
Get out!
You're the only person who got stuck in the drive thru without a car.
GTFO
(Thank you, come again.)
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Kill to survive
That is the law across the land
We slaughter mindless zombies
Yet we are the walking dead
In prison by choice
Taking refuge from the hordes
A tourist here in Woodbury
How could it get much worse?
They chopped off my right hand.
The undead rise
And return to life
My enemies rolled up in a tank
And shot my wife and kid
They chopped off Tyreese's head
There's no escape
Fear the living, fight the dead
The prison is in flames
Could this be my punishment?
Inflict mutilation
On my friends to save their lives
The tainted meat tastes better
With some sour cream and chives
(Don't look at it!)
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Yeah!
(Culture shock... it's my anti-drug!)
Thrown into this world of sin
We'll entertain you all we can
When out of drugs, the pipe we'll scrape
We know you'll rock out to our tape
(If) you like the sound of rock n roll
Fuck the world and smoke a bowl
If it's who you are, don't fight it
Load up this bong and light it
Ride!
Boner lines
All the time
So there I was, on the shrink's couch due to a recent court mandate
And the guy asks me:
"Son, why you doin' lots o' drugs?"
Nobody had ever asked me that before, I guess I'd never really thought of it.
In fact, there was so much in the world that I'd never considered before...
So many places I'd never been to and wanted to see....
That's when I, Nickelsack Divinorum, decided to quit doing drugs once for all.
Now, I now it's hard to believe, but it's true.
I was free to travel the world, to walk the earth.
First thing I did was ride my bike to Minnesota
Where I purified myself the waters of Lake Minnetonka.
I met a Native American man who inspired me to listen to Mr. Bungle and Tomahawk.
I then travelled to Qinghai, China, where I became cloistered as a Tibetan monk.
I shaved my head and only listened to Hare Krishna hardcore from the 80's, like 108 and Shelter.
I learned much from listening to the teachings of Brother Cappo, but I still felt like something was missing.
So I went to Jamaica, where I studied the teachings of Hallie Selassie, the conquering Lion of Judah.
It was then that Jah Rastafari himself spoke to me... He looked an awful lot like that shrink before... It may very well have been the same guy, he said:
"Son... shoot up this heroin..."
So I did.
Fuck this shit! Back to America, time to rock!
So the moral of this story is:
If you go to Jamaica, you might as well do drugs anyway...
'Cause, I mean... you know, fuck it... you're already in Jamaica.
Climb out of this world of shit
Reward us with some un-fake tits
No longer can get high from pot
Must shoot up until she's hot
(If) you like the sound of rock n roll
Fuck the world and smoke a bowl
If it's who you are, don't fight it
Load up this bong and light it
Ride!
Boner lines
All the time
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Split EP by FRIVOLOUS CALCULATIONS and DYSLEXIC FUDGICLE. Two of Massachusetts' most ridiculous, cacophonous bands together for the first time; An epic music experience essentially 10 years in the making.
FRIVOLOUS CALCULATIONS is a 2 piece N.Attleboro, Mass death/comedy/improv band that exploded onto the scene in 2003. Versatile song writing and a loyal fan base propelled them to a CD release followed up by a live show just before their mysterious disappearance in mid 2004. No one knows where they went. Some say Kevin is locked away somewhere building a bio-mechanical hand that will allow him to play faster than anyone alive. Jim supposedly moved to Thailand to become a watchmaker. The "Therefore I Ham" split EP is rumored to be their final release.
Officially formed in 2003 (although their roots allegedly date back to the Civil War), DYSLEXIC FUDGICLE is a 4-piece band that plays offbeat metal and rock songs about oatmeal, hookers, midgets, owls, and former Baltimore Ravens cheerleader/WWE Diva, Stacy Kiebler. Originally formed in Fitchburg, MA, the band recently vacated their mountainous perch in Crap Cod in favor of moving back to the mainland of Plymouth, MA. They have a reputation for their live shows which involve fast food being hurled into the audience. Since the addition of a live drummer in 2009, they have been performing shows much to the chagrin of everyone who has ever witnessed them play. During Fall 2012, the lineup was rounded out by female guitarist, Syren, and shortly afterward, producer/drummer "The W." took over on drums. Dyslexic Fudgicle consider themselves "Rock n' Roll's punishment for pussing out in recent years."
This record features some of "Friv Cal"'s classic material, as well as some unreleased songs with newly recorded vocals, such as their lead-off single, "Suffer For Someone." "DF" chose to mostly re-record new versions of some old songs from "Fat & Alive..." and the "Rock Star" EP, which were both (notably) poorly received in their own right. Their side also features a new single, "Banned From McDonald's", in addition to several of Nickelsack's favorite cover songs. This EP was recorded at different times and in different places, but was brought together and mastered at MGW Audio in Falmouth MA.
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www.myspace.com/frivcal
Released on August 31, 2013 on Torn Flesh Records (TFR809)
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(DF_EP09)
