another one at the buck's rock music shed. only sadie's scratch vocals and guitars on this one, never had a chance to redo.
lyrics
i could be an anaconda tightening around sad suckers
went in my house took my vodka spat in his eye called motherfucker
silk and spin he wasn't weaving in the window groping bleeding
gold erotica he hunts to the kill
mystery of nervous travel spot his opaque 'mongst the rabble
spying into gloomy still i never loved him never will
what a way to burn masonic
set fire to the one who walks it and stand clear
in summer's forged and triumphal reading i found snow that filled each hole
upon the ruins of a dark entry
can we go?
these guys would be on dischord if it was still 1998 or whatever...and that's a compliment. they're the shit. we love em. at least go listen to "tricky tim" Quilty
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