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The Trojan Cow LP

by Siberian Death Crash

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1.
Messengers Of Faith 02:36
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Every decision you choose to take It could save you face, it could break your neck Every concession you stoop to make It could spite your nose it could cut your face I feel alone It makes me alone Being the captain of this ship I’m not alone You’re not alone Together we’re messengers of faith Every confession it slips away But it's come right back and it's here to stay All indiscretions get buried away They come home to roost on rainy days I feel alone It makes me alone Being the captain of this ship I’m not alone You’re not alone Together we’re messengers of faith Oh, god you want it to be true I don't think it is Better give it a name then Call it happiness Now I want it to be true I don't know what is Chalk it up as a run-through Seal it with a kiss Hello happiness Hollow happiness Loneliness will come back
2.
The SomnAmbulance 04:54
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I sometime find I’m hypnotised By diamond dogs with feline eyes They make me trawl the gutters for a pillow They’ll light me up they’ll drop me off It’s time to go I’ve had enough The siren sounds Somnambulance awaits me I snooze you lose Better drag up my bones Cut loose and kick the booze Cos it’s catching up with me We’ll deconstruct the blues Waste deep in sleep Scrape pennies to pay the mules Who smuggle me home to you Oh Somnambulance you always came to rescue me You were the only one who could ever believe in me Oh my rocking horse she upped and left She grew so tired of fixing me up and putting out all of the fires I typically don’t greet the day The night she stole my charms away I fester, pluming dead skin up the chimney The haze soon grows into a fog That draws me in like the black dog That Pavlov couldn’t get back in the kennel I long to lose The will to smash the mantra of these fools Who pull me out of your arms We’ll reconstruct the blues Mix X with Y Drop chromosomes in the loop Blow the roof right off of the coup Oh Somnambulance you always saw the best in me You whispered something softly to keep with me Oh the days are gone when I could sense that you were near Now it’s you who circle me, you stalk so gently Only the strong get home Not me, I’m weak and floundering Sleepy, this dream mutated, magnified then tranquillised So sweetly that I never realized Only the tough survive these culls Despots sup cocktails from our skulls Only the brave come through unscathed Geysers of blood where tyrants bathe A vehicle to guide me through the light That dictators crush with all their might A sitting duck, the sirens call Make autocrats out of us all
3.
Self-Excavating Prophecies 03:04
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Don’t crave my love; it’s ordinary Covet my blood, extraordinary! Quest to digest, beat coagulation Bleeding’s the best! Sweet menstruation Heads says you won’t get far For I shall be the one to tug you back! Don't ever touch your scars; don’t ever trace an arc For the past soon fades to black It came from within, it’s going to bring Flaming effigies sprout hairs on their chinny-chin-chins Self-excavation will bring me these things Genetic odysseys that lurk deep beneath the skin Short, sharp, blunt blows; self-flagellation Laugh long; laugh loud, Gods of degradation Flayed and displayed, a strange sensation Exposed, explained through vivisection Don’t doubt I’ll bide my time I vow to hide these crimes until my dying breath I’ve learnt to sever nerves; know how to transfuse words To exorcise, not maim It came from within, it’s going to bring Burning prophecies melt the glass in my chinney-chin-chin Self-excavation will bring me these things Geometric oddities protrude through the holes in my skin
4.
Redbeard's Blues 03:21
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Sour the taste dissolves It’s got a kicker! There’s a flicker getting quicker As the flames take hold I’m getting sicker I’m shitting brickers in my knickers Coz the dude looks kinda slicker A Buccaneer of some rare distinction Stowaways are unsuspecting Candidates for resurrecting He’s a man of some reputation He seems to think what’s yours is his He helps himself to that and this Barrels of rum unfurl I’m getting slimmer But his figure’s getting bigger As my chains uncurl He got a winner! He hid a ticket in me' dinner I’m a kid and he’s the kidder I’m worth way more than this I’m cool, I’m a fool He won’t get away with this He’s aged, he’s frigid Know that yer knocked out It’s a no brainer! Same when yer conked out Do me a favour! “Bad dreams, you see me coming Quick heels, I see you running! I’m not bad, my hearts in the right place I pluck my cabin boys from the rat race!" Sold for a sixpence Meet your new maker Commandeer Sweet Anne Don’t you forsake her "I’m broken hearted the crew has deserted me My cabin boys and me on the open sea! My bubble sword primed at the ready A ton o’ rum to keep my hand steady I’m blowing bubbles just for the hell of it I buried treasure deep in your sandpit They call me ‘Redbeard’, dam right I’m in charge! Now who’s this doppelganger they call ‘Sarge’?”
5.
Spots Change Sunday 05:54
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The stripes are shifting but the spots don’t change Always then, they’ll soon be claiming they’ve been born again Lets work together for a common gain Celebrate the sneaky feeling that the dread remains We're gathering pace Sweltering necks in dog collars What a waste of space They're getting away with murder case by case We soldier on There's still a lingering tension Fuelling all the bombs Drone on We got Caligula crying out For all we've done You little sods You descend from the heavens Cursing all your Gods I curse alone I’m the man in the middle Chewing on the bones Displaying symptoms of the modern age Is this it? A three-bed semi and a living wage The clock is ticking there’s a setting sun And then the shadows come out, stick to everyone The ace in the hole Finding a place that let’s you feel at home Lost souls Will congregate but always feel alone On the dog and the bone Forever searching for something The sad soul-sucking tone Changes of pace These are the times that remind us We’re all the human race Chopping up bones When we’re dead in the ground, god knows, We just fill space So preach all you know We’re all persuading the next man We’re a special case Something in the air, an angst that bores right through me I know precisely why i'm worried Perfectly well why I’m maladjusted Hypocrisy is currency in current climates We satirise to make them silly But they’re bedded in and they're sitting pretty What a shame to put it down to English folly Lords and ladies looking jolly Oh so I’m the numpty? I’m the wally? X don’t mark the spot; in truth it’s just a warning I'm sensing there's a higher calling Goading me from beyond finality
6.
Donna Louise 01:48
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Oh Donna Donna Donna Donna Louise Yes please! You know what I mean! Donna Donna Donna Donna Louise Bees knees! A maritime queen! Oh Donna Donna Donna Donna Louise I'm begging you please The oceans will freeze for Donna Louise What lurks in the seas, way down in the deep So Donna Louise, get ready to meet Chewy chewy chewy chewy Louis Sharks teeth! Will make her deceased! Chewy chewy chewy chewy Louis Unleashed! Insatiable greed! Chewy chewy chewy chewy Louis You're programmed to feed But don't make her bleed, not Donna Louise More fish in the sea, to be your next feast So Chewy Louise, spare Donna Louise Donna Donna Donna Donna Louise Donna Donna Donna Donna Louise Oh Donna Donna Oh Donna Donna
7.
4 Outta 4 (On The Risk Board) 03:37
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It's too late, it's checkmate Cos they've already taken the bait Lying low like a sideshow A coiled snake I target their mojo They're cocksure, fatally flawed Sweet black armies rampaging all over the board Take your chance, roll your brains out Mano-a-mano, then we nip for a quick snout He got 4 outta 4 on the risk board He got 4 outta 4 on the risk board Abort your mission, bail out, pull the rip-cord We gave him 4 outta 4 on the risk board Heard the news? I can't lose! Because they re-deploy like fools Worm-tongue's tearing his hair out No victory roll cos he don't got the dice clout Rack em' up, raise the cup De ja vu, I think this record might be stuck Took heavy hits when we last sparred You won't get far if you don't get a risk card He got 4 outta 4 on the risk board He got 4 outta 4 on the risk board Abort your mission, bail out, pull the rip-cord We gave him 4 outta 4 on the risk board I traded all my cards It shouldn't be so hard! I had him on the run Had him 3 to 1 Still my plan came undone! He took pink In the blink of an eye And the blue He blew them into the sky And then yellow And with a victory bellow Won a worldwide war To get 4 outta 4 on the risk board! He got 4 outta 4 on the risk board He got 4 outta 4 on the risk board Abort your mission, bail out, pull the rip-cord We gave him 4 outta 4 on the risk board! Congo/East Africa 2 on 2 Brazil into Peru 2 on 1 China/Mongolia 1 on 1 Alaska to Urkusk 3 on 2 Siam to India 3 on 1 Ukraine into Ural
8.
Makeshift Hemingway 04:01
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I’m sitting down coz I didn’t wanna stand up anyway How now, brown cow I’m clamming up at the crucial point of delivery Hush hush, now now The promise was four, the delivery ten I’ve said it before, and now I’ll say it again Those indecipherable smiles They seduce, they beguile Eyes are sparking like flints They cajole, they insist Series of rapid-fire glints Series of rapid-fire glints Series of rapid-fire glints Series of rapid-fire glints A ruddy duck squaring up to a makeshift Hemingway Come come, humdrum He says do what you want…as long as what you want is want he says Dear dear, ha meer! Turn water to wine, turn Sterling to Yen They’ve done it before; watch they’ll do it again These grinning gargoyles How they devour the spoils Ovulate and lactate Bend over, back breaks F-f-f-f-for fuck’s sake K-k-k-kick the cad’s face F-f-f-f-for fuck’s sake K-k-k-kick the cad’s face I double up on the snouts coz I wanna be Hemingway Pucker up, for the line that I should’ve said Saturday How solid the door, how mighty the pen The hippies were wrong, little solace in zen Undetectable crimes Birth unreadable minds The slip is the twist It’s the cease, the desist Some blokes have never been kissed All opportunities missed Some blokes have never been kissed All opportunities missed
9.
Bad, Bad Men 02:58
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He was a bad, bad man Via Dubai from Dagestan He never believed He’d ever get, to ever let Those let sleeping dogs lie A mantra to fill his heart with hate Demanded their heads upon a plate Never forget, never forgive, never regret And never surrender… He was hammer and sickle debris He was as cold as the Caspian Sea Who knows where this madness will end? When dead men are laughing again Threw cash at the bride to feel like a man To swell with the pride of Dagestan He drifted from friend, to foe To fool, to Istanbul Swastikas all over his pencil case Felt only contempt for the human race Confusion and sadness etched upon his stupid face Enough to make you cry Kalashnikov weddings back home The fallen comrades on your phone Allow me to lighten the load For enlightenment’s not on this road Boxed demons to keep the wolves from his door He couldn’t relate to them anymore He yearned for his Mum, just someone To stop him tearing himself apart Enough to break your heart The last of his blood and his kin Craved vengeance and what it could mean But when bile’s seeping out of your skin It’s time to let go and begin…life
10.
Shit Tip 09:02
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We all put in a bit into the stinky mix The putrid pit The stern-starboard dip An unexpected quirk of our maiden trip Who we gonna call? We gotta shit tip Shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip Kick kick kick flip flip flip Be careful not to slip into the slurry skip Flip flip flip kick kick kick It don't matter where you sit we gotta shit tip Shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip "You can rock our boat And you can fill out septic tanks But you shall never breach our spirits." Skamondo is gurning The cabin boy is penning his lament The circle's for turning Bosley Locks means back to Stoke-on-Trent We're fighting to fix her Next thing we're fawning at the feet of her throne We're crying, she's dying Oh God Sweet Anne! Please don't leave us alone! OPEN BOSLEY LOCKS! The gist gist gist is list list list Be careful where you piss It's kind of hit and miss A kiss kiss kiss for Redbeard's fist His bubble sword's the key to fix the shit tip Shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip shit tip Please don't leave us alone Please don't leave us alone We don't wanna go home

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released May 26, 2016

Written, performed and produced by Robert Turner, William Turner, Peter Sargent and Benjamin Galinsky.

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