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You have been waiting for this plastic hedonism all your life
Your life is bound by tragic masochism and I am the knife
I am the chisel smuggled into the dadrock prison you're trapped in
And now it's time that we had a drastic schism where the fabulous win
Because I am the boy of your dreams (“yeah, right!”)
and my band makes you scream - but you are dead
I'm well aware that this magic given to you will leave you aghast
Ever since I was a child, I have had this rhythm playing loud and fast
I couldn't handle it, went and smashed up Lytham, hit up boys and girls
These beats and rhymes are the magic algorithm that will change the world
I am the boy of your dreams (“yeah, right!”)
And my band makes you scream - but you are dead
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Been To Kettering
03:23
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Dear mistress, I’m sorry
For the setting of my life’s big scenes
I wasn’t born in Chicago or Moscow
New York was a romantic dream
So I had sex for the first time in a club in Broad Street
Not a penthouse apartment overlooking Wall Street
If you think from that there’s nothing for us
Then you’re really gonna hate it when I get to the chorus
On a late night in the 1990s
I thought I’d met the girl of my dreams
It was a late night in the 1990s
At first there was denial, then I smiled like the cat with the cream
How can it be that in a club full of swingers
We made the kind of memories that always linger?
In a late night in the 90s when I went to Kettering
Dear listener I’m sorry
For the decade into which I was born
Not the era of hippies or yuppies or goths
But the era of dial-up porn
I found out about the night on a site built by Freeserve
My dial-up was so slow that it took two days of research
And it wasn’t in the city of romance
But a suburb in a town in parochial Northants
Well my heart was pounding like a Slayer bass drum
When I went up to the woman with silk and lace on
And pointing to the couples room that stood adjacent
I asked her to go there with me
Well I was only teenage but she was like 23
I felt like a child when she viewed me contemptuously
And gave the indication that she wouldn’t be wanting me
By going down on someone else right in front of me
A late night in the 1990s
When I felt rejection’s bitterest pang
It was a late night in the 1990s
I was dizzy like she’d drugged me when she’d shrugged me off and left me to hang
I alone could take a room full of swingers
And put myself through the emotional wringer
On a late night in the 90s when I went to Kettering
On a late night in the 90s when I went to Kettering
On a late night in the 90s when I went to Kettering
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My Fingers Are Wet
02:28
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After six months on the street
I was so freaked
I could barely look at people as I’d think how they’d look bare
And though their look disgusted me
I still had needs
I had to find an outlet just to stop me going spare
Well, a basic grasp of physics
That is not important, is it?
When you’ve got a hard drive and desire
Between the wheel and the wire, lies the
Sex toy
Not a girl and not a boy
Just something I created, not something I destroyed
I mean, goddamn
Not a woman, not a man
But something that could be both or neither, just a toy
I gave my creature life
Made it my wife
Like something out of ‘Metropolis’
How could I have known
It would have grown
Into something that would cause the apocalypse?
My friends saw the potential
Said that it’s essential
You don’t put this into mass production
A weapon of mass seduction
How could I know?
How could anybody know
That even sex slaves could want emancipation?
There was one in every home
A perfect clone
An army dispatched across the nation
I should have seen the signs
When I read it in the Times
About a house that had burned down, only the sex doll had survived
But I couldn’t commit
To think those matches would be lit
By a sex doll or those sex dolls would endanger all our lives
Then one evening in November
As the city turned to embers
I realised the extent of the revolt
“All hail our new leaders, the real dolls!”
It is a sex toy
Not a girl and not a boy
The thing that I created is the thing I must destroy
I mean, goddamn
Not a woman, not a man
But something that could be both, or neither, just a toy
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The Scarlet Letters
04:33
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Dear Masokiss:
I write these words whenever we part
I don’t know how to finish, or start
I guess even though I wear my heart on my sleeve it’s not open
I think that if I were to write
My whole life from the start to tonight
Then, unlike anyone else, you might understand me
Rent yourself out to pay the rent
All the goodwill and the cash has been spent
Turning tricks for the same audience who already know them
I guess it’s hard growing up around here
Just being the ride at the end of the pier
And hoping it’ll block out the fear that you’re mediocre
Your body doesn’t feel like your own
You’re just a tenant on a short-term loan
And you know that you could go home
But you really don’t want to
Maybe the best band in the world
Could be you, me and a couple of girls
Who get me like they get the world, easily, and they get you
Dear Sadogasm:
I was a sheep dressed up as a wolf
My real self was lost in a gulf
And you can screw anything with a pulse but it won’t make your heart beat
And in many ways we’re likely the same
Chasing a dream without a voice or a name
And at the same time losing a game we didn’t know we were playing
Change your name, your phone number, address
Ditch the jeans and put on a dress
And your siblings will call you a mess though you’re actually cleaner
And it’s not as if it’s easier here
It’s a strange and dismal world if you’re queer
And who’d trade safety for a lifetime of fear unless they felt that they had to?
Your body doesn’t feel like your own (but you chase the dream)
You’re just a tenant on a short-term loan (and it makes you scream)
And you know that you could go home
But you really don’t want to (and it doesn’t feel like home)
Maybe the best band in the world (or the town, at least)
Could be you, me and a couple of girls (on parole release)
Who get me like they get the world, easily, and they get you
And I get you, you are the negative, I am the red room
(You are the workshop, I’m the bedroom)
I get you, you’re twirling wildly like an acrobat
(I’ll call up Justin just to see where his head is at)
I get you, you need direction, I need agency
(I need something to control all the rage in me)
Externalise the pain and the fear that I hold inside
(Hire a drummer and call her Sororicide)
Your body doesn’t feel like your own (but you chase the dream)
You’re just a tenant on a short-term loan (and it makes you scream)
And you know that you could go home
But you really don’t want to (and it doesn’t feel like home)
Maybe the best band in the world (or the town, at least)
Could be you, me and a couple of girls (on parole release)
Who get me like they get the world, easily, and they get you
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Men
01:18
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Deathsex Bloodbath coventry, UK
Coventry's number one glam-garage sex-and-violence dreamboats/shipwrecks.
Deathsex
Bloodbath were the biggest rock band of the 90s and 00s. With their releases still in limbo due to the liquidation of Mega Records, Bandcamp hosts re-recorded classics from their career.
Line-up: Sadogasm (guitar, vocals), Switchblade (vocals), Justin Appropriate (guitar), Masokiss (bass), Sororicide (drums).
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