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Moaner (2018)

by Fátima

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1.
Moaner 04:47
Trash your creative ego, let it burn… We’re so proud of you ! Dump this depressed friend who drags you down. We’re so proud of you ! Still in bed you dumb millennial ?! Are you proud of you ? How come you are such a moaner now ? We were proud of you… In the old days... Mama’s cooked you fish fingers with fries Cause she’s proud of you How come you are such a moaner now ? We were proud of you… …In the old days…
2.
Tom Cat 03:14
I don't have opinions My mind's a straight one i don't even trust my feelings I'm of no value You're a second choice, and nobody wants you... You're trying so hard to be someone you're not... You're such a waste... You're such a waste... I don't have opinions My mind's a straight one i don't even trust my thinkings I'm of no value You're a second choice, and nobody wants you... You're trying so hard to be someone you're not... You're such a waste... You're such a waste... And now that the tomcat has purged His mind is at rest
3.
Fakir 06:02
Now you're stuck with me in limbo ! Take a number, get in line I'll absorb your opinions And pretend your thoughts were mine Greasy food and porn Here's your medication I'll make you dance Like an indian cobra... I am your fakir One more cup of Saint John's wort tea Then i can get out of bed Purple spots on turquoise mushrooms Now i must clean up my mess... Greasy food is porn Your shopping mall is your home I'll put you in a trance Like a true believer... I am your fakir
4.
Jane Mary 05:10
I'm nervous, i'm nervous, i'm nervous She made a fuss, i made a fuss, we made a fuss There's no bliss, we feign sleep There's no bliss, we feign sleep... Heal me Jane Mary... She fucked up everything I fucked up everything She fucked up everything I fucked up everything...
5.
When crawlers need their dope you'd better serve them fast Sugary meat and bones, one big bite and they're fried Don't let your lips get dry, vanilla scented balm You touch but cannot kiss, we don't play groom and bride Oh no... Hey Lucifer ! My soul is yours ! I'll never find peace... ...In Black Robes I used to be an overly inquisitive child Now i'm a pathetic guy with a wandering eye You'll never find out the disgusting things i hide There's only shameful shapes beneath this robe of mine Oh no... Hey Lucifer ! My soul is yours ! I'll never find peace... ...In Black Robes
6.
Sun Dog 05:38
He's of the privileged race He conquers and devastes He loves to play With himself And when a sacrifice is made It only fuels his hate Wood to feed the furnace... And you'll never find a cure For your idleness's too pure One more sigh and he will rise Never look him in the eyes He's a sun dog A sun dog He's from a cosy place Where there's no human race He came to me As a friend An angel as he said And "Satan" is his name Wood to feed The furnace... And you'll never find a cure For your idleness's too pure One more sigh and he will rise Never look him in the eyes He's a sun dog A sun dog
7.
They have a god that provides instant oblivion Put down your bows and your spears, they have already won... We are not grown ups We are not grown ups We are not grown ups We have all grown up in Dunwich Dunwich I'll stay an ignoramus, from the cradle to the grave Livyatan Melvillei, devoured all the whales We are not grown ups We are not grown ups We are not grown ups We have all grown up in Dunwich Dunwich We're Satan's Siblings... Satan's Siblings...
8.
I’ll drag you to the bottom Where fishes lay their turds We’ll pet salmon alevins And make them our chums Warmed up macaroni Leftovers for the birds Some thoughts atrocities are better left unheard My priestess, my pride… My dear satanic bride ! you don’t have a clue… you don’t have a clue… In joy for no reason I've never felt so dumb In boiling salted water It's painless, they go numb My priestess, my pride… My dear satanic bride ! you don’t have a clue you don’t have a clue The plague dogs surround me now...
9.
In a Barn 03:35
You're in a barn Having a barn dance Repeating this axiom This reassuring lie You're in a barn Having a barn dance Repeating this axiom This reassuring lie Hear the trumpet blasts An old adage ! Old and grey... Hear the trumpet blasts An old adage ! Come what may... You're in a barn Having a barn dance Repeating this axiom This reassuring lie You're in her barn Having a barn dance You don't really love her You're preaching a lie Hear the trumpet blasts An old adage ! Old and grey... Hear the trumpet blasts An old adage ! Come what may... We'll never be creative We're a bunch of reactionnaries Slaving for privileges We, the sons of meritocracy Hear the trumpet blasts An old adage ! Old and grey... Hear the trumpet blasts An old adage ! Come what may...
10.
Charioteer 05:13
Leave the race Free your horses Just one whiff Let me regress… Charioteer... I will gorge on nostalgia Till my thoughts Taste like old farts… Charioteer...

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released March 23, 2018

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Fatima loves oriental melodies, Doom Metal, 60's monster movies, gross cartoons from the 90's, dinosaurs and bacalhau à bras.

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