Atlas Sound - Holiday

Atlas Sound - Holiday

I scared my parents
Now my parents are away
So you come over
We'll have a perfect holiday
I take you down
To the frozen lake
I'll hold the knife
To your perfect fucking face
To you perfect fucking face

I scared my parents
Now my parents are away
So you come over
We'll have a groovy holiday
A sixty El Camaro
Drive off into the sunset
On this perfect day
Oh please don't try to get away
Please please don't try to get away

I watched your parents
I know your parents are way
So I'll come over
We'll have a perfect holiday
I watch you bleed
On your knees
I watch you sneeze
Oh please don't try to get away
Please please don't try to get away
I'm desperate don't try to get away
We're all desperate don't try to get away

Gravediggaz - Bang Your Head

photo by nick fries

Gravediggaz - Bang Your Head

Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!

Rzarector!
You are not the same that I was when I was younger
I'm old with the Clan from my land, down under
Deep in the darkness, just like you regardless
Of who? It's obvious! Wee... ha!
So lounge in my burial ground, boy, my despot
I build a house on top, of Salem's Lot
Front porch, bloody, back yard, muddy
Like Amityville, a family kills
Force of humanity, drove me to insanity
Duel in all my rivalries, I speak of profanity
Motherfuck this! Motherfuck that! Bang your, head!

Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!

Here comes the killer with the GraveDigga sword, gimme room
Like devils in a Ouiji board I'm spellin' doom
Ever since sick, throwin' mad stones
And sick catchin' vex on a graveyard shift
Thinkin' ain't a new phenom because my crew is on
Spots'll blow like nuclear bombs
With the killer instinct, rhymes are in sync
B-B-B-B-Bang your head til it shrinks!
Midnight marauder, bodies are gettin' slaughtered
Bring a cross and a bucket of holy water
You'll still'a be cajoled, 'cause the motherfuckin' Gravediggaz
Snatch up your body, just like a clepto
Let's go, to the graveyard spot
Count up the knots, on the bodies that got dropped
So bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!

Gatekeep!
Yo,I creep with the evil intent to represent
The course, the night, a swarm with the dark force
The killer brigade, twelve o'clock starts the raid
Torches lit over your grave
Feel no pain those exposed to the raven
Deep in every step, a blunt like Wes Craven
Yo! I eject the fume that spells doom
The wickedest flow, sweep, ya up like a broom
'Cause in the shadowy graves, of Medina high
You're one step away from the arena of death
Boom, bang! Here I am, the berserk
The ruthless killer, I do work
Dark forces thick, motherfuckers for real
Here's a tale from the crypt, bang your head!

Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!

Deer Tick - Diamond Rings

Deer Tick - Diamond Rings

Oh it takes my life away
To think of her as gone
Now I’m running down the maze
And I’m finding only walls

Blowing down the flame
To catch the burning west
Now I’m running out of steam
Watch this man collapse

You said you wanted a better life
And you will tell me what you find
And then I’ll stay the whole night through
And I’ll turn from sad to blue
And I’m choking next to you
Yes I’m choking next to you

And I wish you’d think of me
The way I thought of you
I find it hard to breathe
Cause now I know the truth

And what good would fingers be
If it weren’t for diamond rings
And I know you’re leaving me
I know that I’m no king

And you said you wanted a better life
And you will tell me what you find
And then I'll stay the whole night through
And I'll turn from sad to blue
And I’m choking next you
Yes I’m choking next you

And what good would fingers be
If it weren’t for diamond rings
I know you’re leaving me
And I know that I’m no king

Hank Williams - Kaw-Liga

Hank Williams - Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga, was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer, "Yes" or "No".

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head

Kaw-Liga, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer "YES" or "NO".

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head

The Weakerthans - Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure

The Weakerthans - Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure

It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt
And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go"
For a while, I heard you missing steps in the street
And your anger pleading in an uncertain key
Singing the sound of you that you found for me

When the winter took the tips of my ears
Found this noisy home full of pigeons and places to hide
And when the voices die, I emerged to watched abandoned machines
Waiting for their men to return, I remember the way
I would wait for you to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear
You make the sound that you found for me

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,
Let you brush my matted fur
How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping
Shallow breathing made me purr

But I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound