Oxidizer
UIN1068
Invisible Records

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Lyrics © Jared Louche
Music: Novak, Duffy, Louche, De Santo, Luca

TRACKLISTING:

Monkey God | download

White Room Black Eye

Black Snake Voodoo Hiss

Atomic Automatic

Force Quit

Scornocopia | download

Mega Hurts

Binary Nation | download

Queen of Despair

 

Lyrics

monkey god

count down
1-2-3-4
1 the bruise
2 the fuse
3 abuse
4 let it loose
let it loose
get your neck
out of that noose

the noise is less
the stink is more
the need remains
scratch your brains until they’re sore
cruising from snoozing to bruising

light it up
get it hot
the fireworks are taking off
and you get gunshot
cruising from snoozing to bruising

i got no monkey i got no monkey
i got no monkey god on my back

talking to you from the top of the dial
unjam rebuke refuse denial

white room black eye

creepy crawl annoying insect
in your silverscreen headset
stop movin’ in on my crowd
you’re bringin’ me down

think you’re so cinematotastic
your brain reloaded automatik
your soul re-molded barbie-plastic
when you talk all I hear is static

where will you be when all the make-up smears off?
where will you be when all the drugs wear off?
where will you go? what will you do?
when you discover you’re the anti-cool?!

you’re so hysterical and asymmetrical
it’d be so sad if it weren’t so fucking comical
get your picture on the cover of the noise-paper
oh baby, you’re going to be so god-damned famous

here comes the shockwave to wake you up, take you down
coming back to flip your switch and turn you ‘round

black snake voodoo hiss

i’ll scan for you in infra-red
unleash the hunger in your head
catch a steel low-engine whine
along the sweating curve of your spine
‘cause it’s not really fun
til electricity hums and
gets us shivering shuddering shaking
come all undone
on the lip of the whispering night
your little moth wings come alight

i got my fork and my knife
cut myself a sweaty slice
dropped my blackened spoon
i’ve got a taste for you
you better run for your life
i’ll take a slice off the back

your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer
halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer
drag your lo-light drapes around me
winking satellites surround me
i embrace your tender fracture
(you’re) my particular spectacular

i got my fork and my knife
cut myself a sweaty slice
drop my blackened spoon
i’ve got a taste for you
my teeth incising for a bite
you better run for your life

i’m hacking into you tonight
ball-gag leather-tight
spat out, shat out
last page torn out
worn out turned down
turned on and turned out

atomic automatic

let the strangeness in again
the damage shows the circuitry beneath the skin
yesterday’s a dream
tomorrow’s never coming through
blank stare, your screen turns blue

the lie’s the only thing that’s true
another jagged shard, a shovel full of dirt
another cheek turned towards the hurt
no neutral ground, no safety lock, no DMZ
no place to wash your hands, get clean
reach out your hand, your back was turned
grab a spark and then it burned
mono-electrolytic stomach churn

let it in
let it out

empty head feeds you an Exit Bomb
empty head wants you to sing along

shooting V2’s at the blackened stain
into the heart of the bruised fruit plain
nothing so deep it can’t be dug up
nothing so clean it can’t be fucked up
duck low you might avoid detection
total lobotomy is your best copy protection

keep it out keep it out keep it out

force quit

i can see the curtain
the ending
knew it was on its way
i just didn’t want it to be today

watching the cityscape
drift from day to dusk to dark
blurrily indistinct the sooty cape
slowly slips across its jagged shape

lights signalling
some winking on
then blinking off

lights signalling
some winking
redandredandwhite

i can see
pigs over battersea
floating in flight

on quiet nights i can hear the stars
and cosmonauts talk
a ragged 30-watt moon
hangs over my hotel room

i saw you nodding out in
the mouth of the night
face full of white light grace

and i push your body out into space
let it go, watch it drift away

going on to beggar and bitter things
just a fly with little plucked off wings

going on to beggar and bitter things
never fly, never earn your wings

and when the stars are all burned out
don’t try and tell me what it’s all about

scornocopia

your rough beauty catches my breath
trashed flashed and too much make-up
spiked-heeled sky-scraped
but baby you got some guts
with your toothy grin around your gun
what did you say?

wanna die young die young
that’s what you said
that’s what you did
you’re such a cliché
behind your mirrored shades

well it’s been no laugh
in your oxygen mask
you suffer your last gasp
strapped in
draining
the stuttering light fades at last

with your burned-out
country club superstar looks
as the rock cooks
cocktail hour smile collapse
slack-jawed black-eyed excess
yeah baby you’re a total knock-out

remember what you said to me?

scraping the gutter
for hard-ons and hardwire
in the guitar lazy night

mega hurts

the earth is such a long way down (from here)
watching the evening slide away (drift clear)
darkness slips across its face (turn round)
the distant lights all fade away
they slowly winking off and out

pieces are coming apart
with a static hiss
can’t see the stream through all of this
can’t escape the slo-lo down grind
desperate slow decline
that takes its time
and slowly takes apart your mind

as the signal comes in
and the lights decay
put the hollow screen up to my face
shed my diamond skin
and let the outside in

lights blurring down the tunnel
bar-code the windshield
dazzled strips floro-aftertaste
ionocrome

i’m all alone and drenched in drone
a scratchy wind-up gramophone
it’s such a long way down
it’s such an awful long way home

as the signal comes in
and the lights go out
put my face up to the screen
shed my diamond skin
to let the light pour in

binary nation

all the little seeds that you sowed
in the dark are fully grown
fully sparked they’re all the rage
in the machine age
with their halogen hate and
their space-age face
they’ve come to take you down
take your place

dirty film clip loop
retrograde crap shoot
never know what you’ll find
in the back of your mind the gap
between the truth telling lies
purple static hazed eyes
turn it off, kill the light
turn it out, what’s the score
i’m not blind but i can’t see shit anymore

wanna spread my smear all across your ears
sing star-spangled tatter chant chatter cheer

everything is coming to a boiling point your gun at the eye of the sun and your daughters on the run across your screen-burned wasteland where the liar lies down with the lamb
for a scam, what’s the score
i’m not blind but i can’t see shit anymore

do you want to be free or do you want to be right?

queen of despair

i’m a space cadet
i’ll be the first to admit it
feeling inundated with surface noise skip
swamped with static hiss crackle blip
feel like i’m wound too tight
mainline the power grid tonight

hooked up to the tv iv
drain drain all day
whispers quietly away
klips and blips
steer me out into the stream
of channel-scratching noise
and away from the world

space cadet
i’ll be the first to admit it
i’m double-sided in three ways

fractionalised behind bit-mapped eyes
i miss your digitised face
broken in pixelate

desynchronise
come unglued
stretch out your strands
and i’ll connect with you
disconnect with you

stubbed out your frustration
in my ashtray hole
in my black-and-blue soul

pour my brain into a paper cup and
scrape myself across the universe

i’ll be your king of decay
if you’ll be my queen of despair
we’ll make a lovely desperate pair