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The Animist
06:22
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A spirit black with smoke lifts from the ashes of the house on the hill
He found Elena in smoking timbers
He stirred her spirit, he roused her embers
He wouldn’t let her go
He held her captive so
He wouldn’t have to grieve
Though she now begged to leave
And though he moaned and reeled
No pleasure could she feel
She filled with hot resentment
She turned her fire on him
“GRrrr! Get off my bones!
Get off my body!
Get off me!
Cover me with stones
And leave me buried
And leave me!
So! Won’t let me go?
You’re gonna get it!
You’ll come too!
We will go together!
So feel my fire consume you!”
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The Masochist
04:54
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You give me a wet mouth
That the desert takes away
You give me heat strokes
And the shakes
Dying slowly in the Desert of Desire
Your eyes in the sun crackle dryly
I’m burning up
Dying slowly in Desert of Desire
Off in the distance what shines like a throne
Vapors are laughingly masking a pile of bones
I knew just what I was in for when I answered ‘yes’
To the hunt and the heat and the hunger
Of the masochist.
Oh! The Desert of Desire!
When did all of this begin?
Why did I not resist the masochist?
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The Volcano
04:59
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There start a slow grind, imperceptible
A tickling vibration, a prickling sensation
DEEP, below the root, where the gut would be
AWASH with promises of violent expulsion
YEAH give that astral propulsion!
VOL … YES
CAN … NO
NO … YES
VOL … YES
CAN … NO
NO … YES
WANT IT? … YES
GOT IT? … NO
JUST SAY …YES
VOL … YES
CAN … NO
NO … YES
What starts as a spark and sleeps in the earth?
What has deep loins that build up pressure?
Chorus
What has a hood with which to erupt?
What sounds angry but is joyfully rough?
What spews love from a megaphone?
What makes steam and grumbling groans?
The bee spreads his pollen to the world in an arcing spray of golden phlegm
Displaying the secret of a delicate circle of take and give
He dances not for pleasure yet he radiates pleasure
From every bristly hair and excreted resin
Creature small or mountain tall
Lust burns in the heart of all
What thrusts in to the sky like blood splashing on a thigh?
What start hot flowing fast till slowing to cool at last?
Chorus
HEY NO! I didn’t ask for VOLCANO
To be my master
I’d say “NO!” but it’s a BLAST
VOLCANO!
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The Brand
05:39
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The mark! The mark! The mark of me on you
The smell! The smell! Of flesh and fur on fire
The brand! It glows! A molten snake of iron
The rod! It points! To parts now mastered
Skin swollen and char-marked, joints rubbing and rope-burned
Sweat beads running red in the glow of the brand
Skin blisters, it’s my skin, for what’s yours is now OUR skin
Our tears turning red in the glow of the brand
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