all right, what a fight
you put up all night
shhh bitch, not a peep
other people are asleep
cigarette in your hair
lusty lust in your stare
cocaine kept me up enough
drinking from the devil's cup
lay you with the rest
though you fought me as the best
tarp wrapped, light skin
this will be your coffin
goodbye, good sleep
bitch you laying in a heap
drive up to an empty room
leave you sleeping in a tomb
police at the house
quiet like a little mouse
dogs bark in the dark
searching in the misty park
news flash on tv
you can never find me
slip out the back door, now I’m gone
where they’re looking they are wrong
so I run run run down the street
pavement ripping at my feet
flashlights move about
heard me slipping out the house
fuck this, fuck you
they must know I hunted you
they must know I hated you
and they know you did too
red blue lights go by
in your tarp, you start to cry
sweat pours down my face
I know I must leave this place
hideout behind the tree
I can’t let them find me
they can look but they can’t see
they can look but they can’t see
I still have the knife
what? Because of my life
slice up all my veins
blocked receptors in my brain
bleed out by the stream
bloody rubies give off steam
dirt and moss and rock and sod
wrapped, they and poke and prod
days pass, they'll see
suicide by the tree
water washed away
all attempt for blood to stay
where are they, you'll never know
all attempts to find you ho
and the grass will always grow
Greener grass will grow
the grass will always fucking grow
all right, what a fight
you put up all night
shhh bitch, not a peep
other people are asleep
cigarette in your hair
lusty lust in your stare
cocaine kept me up enough
drinking from the devil's cup
lay you with the rest
though you fought me as the best
tarp wrapped, light skin
this will be your coffin
goodbye, good sleep
bitch you laying in a heap
drive up to an empty room
leave you sleeping in a tomb
police at the house
quiet like a little mouse
dogs bark in the dark
searching in the misty park
news flash on tv
you can never find me
slip out the back door, now I’m gone
where they’re looking they are wrong
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A wonderful juxtaposition of hauntingly beautiful melodies and vocals which can somehow be at once soothing and gentle while abrasive and oppressive. Blow off steam and go to your zen place by smashing glasses against a wall. Ol' Bugs
The terrific debut album from Berlin industrial-pop auteurs Mueran Humanos was out of print until this reissue on the band's own new label. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020
The solo project of Philip Quinn (Girls Names), this is dark-edged electronic work with a needle-sharp take on life in the U.K. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 10, 2019