1. |
Pantomeme Pt. I
01:36
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Don't look to the southern lights
Don't look to the other guy
You're thinking dimension things
You're counting the petty sins
Nearer than the optic nerve
Farther than the universe
Deeper than your coldest lie
Germinating from out your mind
Takes back what you think you mean
Sees more than you've ever seen
You're the single other point
You're the boy of Pantomeme
This is Pantomeme
I am Pantomeme
She is Pantomeme
Jesus; Pantomeme
Mathematics; Pantomeme
Superstition; Pantomeme
Revelation; Pantomeme
Music; Pantomeme
This is Pantomeme
You are Pantomeme
You're on the brink
And you know it's what you're thinking about
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Something crawled up and died
Something crawled up and died
It tried to live, it really did
But something crawled up and died
We should start with the incident first
On the corner of Swanston and Bourke
Lit a cigarette so the brain forgets
But I finally lost my nerve
And I finally lost my touch
Looking into the eyes of love
But then I blinked and I saw the stint
And the meaning of life ain't much
And the meaning of life is vast
And the meaning of life outlasts
Your little space in Heaven's grace
When the creaking of gates have sung
When the gates have surely shut
And your family and friends have to part
You were born in haste and return to waste
For something crawled up for fun
But something crawled up and died
Something crawled up and died
Something crawled up and died
Something crawled up and died
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3. |
waiting room
00:58
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4. |
My Body Is A Troll
04:03
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My body is a troll
And it makes me feel old
It prefers to be at fault
My body is a troll
The faith you've in me
Brought to the table
A Holy committee
To tell me I'm wrong
Well, I'm wrong
My body is a troll
I was born in the limbo of Pantomeme
Waking on Christmas
Forgetting it's Christmas
My body is a troll
My body is a troll
For in satire I've come
And they've made of me a dunce
Bearing witness to a joke
That provokes me of their fun
The faith you've in me
Brought to the table
A Holy committee
To tell me I'm wrong
Well, I'm wrong
My body is a troll
I've repented my brain stems of treason
A cesspool of quetiapine
Drowning my freedom
My body is a troll
My body is a troll
I could do with a biblical prophet
To tell me the news
My confinement ain't cosmic
My body is a troll
My body is a troll
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5. |
Rose After Woman
03:35
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So what do you mean by that?
You say he's your God
But he can't even fucking rap
Takes all the things
From his stupid fans
Mocks everything about life
I'm sounding like a lawyer
You're sounding like your father
You're sounding like the Devil
I've come for your destroyer
I'm here to get his hopes up
And act as I know nothing
To kill him in employment
For rose after woman
The silence you'll never know
Tribute to you
In the love I will never show
But I will make war
With your see-through foe
To save all you are that is left
I'm sounding like a lawyer
You're sounding like your father
You're sounding like the Devil
I've come for your destroyer
I'm here to get his hopes up
And act as I know nothing
To kill him in employment
For rose after woman
For rose after woman
I'm sounding like a lawyer
You're sounding like your father
You're sounding like the Devil
I've come for your destroyer
I'm here to get his hopes up
And act as I know nothing
To kill him in employment
For rose after woman
For rose after
I'm sounding like a lawyer
(I'm sounding pessimistic?)
You're sounding like your father
(I'm being realistic)
You're sounding like the Devil
(I'm real in our distance)
I've come for your destroyer
(And fabric in your presence)
I'm here to get his hopes up
(Forever, you're my essence)
And act as I know nothing
(And I to you the poison)
To kill him in employment
(For rose after woman)
For rose after woman
(For rose after woman)
I'm real in our distance
(For rose after woman)
And fabric in your presence
(For rose after woman)
Forever, you're my essence
(For rose after)
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7. |
Gasolina
03:10
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Sometimes when I'm feeling sad
And I don't want to be afraid
I get out that rusty can
And I feel okay
Sometimes when I wanna reek
Make me sorry I'm me
I won't hesitate to be late
And to waste my life
Gasolina
Give me a sign
And I'll be into you, now
Senorita, yeah you smell so good
But I don't have the strength for you, oh
Gasolina
Sometimes when I'm feeling cool
Pigs start to fly
Pigs actually fly
When I feel okay
Sometimes I like what I hear
'Cause I hear what I want to hear
Your melody is beautiful
In its tandem phase
Gasolina
Give me a sign
And I'll be into you, now
Senorita, yeah you smell so good
But I don't have the strength for you, oh
Gasolina
Gasolina
Give me a sign
And I'll be into you, now
Senorita, yeah you smell so good
But I don't have the strength for you, oh
Gasolina
Gasolina
Give me your grace
And I'll be something new
Senorita, yeah I feel you bloom
In my lungs until my lips go blue, oh
Gasolina
Gasolina
Gasolina
Leaner gas
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8. |
Cheap As Chips
02:44
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Dead hearts don't fulminate
Like I do
So don't molest my pulse
You're checking for a death
That's long due and my fault
Not yours
My life is cheap as chips
You're the dip
I'm the shit
My life is cheap as chips
You're the dip
I'm the shit
My life is cheap as chips
You're the dip
I'm the shit
My life is cheap as chips
And you're the price
The aura is a beige
Like the cosmos
The atoms are a bore
For never being seen
Yet attention whores
Like Darwin's subtle ego
Numb spirits don't engage
Like I do
In exorcising demons
Parading with a face
As beautiful and meek
As yours
My life is cheap as chips
You're the dip
I'm the shit
My life is cheap as chips
You're the dip
I'm the shit
My life is cheap as chips
You're the dip
I'm the shit
My life is cheap as chips
And you're the price
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9. |
back from hospital
02:21
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10. |
Midday Grey
03:31
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They suggest I busy up
To hide away the frown that I convey in knots
I’m plotting right away at last I’ve had enough
I wake up to the midday grey
I’d like to think the sun ain’t shut
It doesn’t need to play with me no more, we’re done
Too busy in my sleep to feel my skin went warm
Just to cool its touch again
Now that my tongue agrees
With my chest
The taste of this won’t ever beat
Light me up forever with
The myth of life
That I conceit
Everything has frozen in
It seems to me that everyone who’s ever sinned
Is better than my best day of behaviour since
I sabotaged your photographs
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11. |
nurse's room
00:54
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She's tiptoeing down the street, yeah
Sagittarius pink-eyed queen
And she will kiss every boy she sees
Kiss every boy she sees
It's just a thing that she does with her lips
And it holds no emotional meaning
Still, she will kiss every boy she sees
Kiss every boy she sees
I love chlamydia
Give me my chlamydia
Don't make me hit ya
Give me my chlamydia
I want your STD
Seal it with a kiss, oh please
She's sweating head to toe
The Cancerian timidness is my foe
And she will kiss every boy she sees
Kiss every boy she sees
The blood in my arteries
Is rapidly pumping convulsively
And she will kiss every boy she sees
Kiss every boy she sees
I love chlamydia
Give me my chlamydia
Don't make me hit ya
Give me my chlamydia
I want your STD
Seal it with a kiss, oh please
Nobody told you
That you were a bit too much like me, oh
Why do I find it hard to believe?
Penis
I love chlamydia
Give me my chlamydia
Don't make me hit ya
Give me my chlamydia
I want your STD
Seal it with a kiss, oh please
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13. |
Event Horizon
02:41
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Safe and snug
In this mug here
I'm alive and well
In this pond here
There's no politics
Or debating
There's no sacrifice
Terminating
And the flood is now
Free as Israel
As I break on through
To unite with you
To forget this joy
To defend this void
The event horizon
Event horizon
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14. |
Pantomeme Pt. II
01:46
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Kid wakes up
End of time
God reveals the big punchline
I am stuck in Pantomeme
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15. |
Way Out Of View
03:37
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Seen all the fun you've had
Shame on me and my kind
We work our psyches mad
To ornament your hide
You own your little club
Although we heat the room
And fill the table's grub
Annex claire de la lune
What cog am I
That's under you?
For you're turning black
From out the blue
Way out of view
Way out of view
What's the clue
From out of blue?
Seen men reduced to boys
When asked their point of view
And then they wonder why
From a jailed room
There is no memory
No way to backtrack now
No sensitivity
No escaping route
What cog am I
That's under you?
For you're turning black
From out the blue
Way out of view
Way out of view
What's the clue
From out of blue?
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16. |
the dentist
01:50
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17. |
Ordinary Things
03:07
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What are you doing moving along?
Feeling so low for looking so long
Fuck my intentions, sacred’s been wronged
Stole it and spent it, I’m not the one
I am only the first, maybe your world at end
Ordinary things
Agree me and make amends
Stand on our dirt and sing
Trample my stone
Dance on my grave so the grass never grows
You wouldn’t know when you’re busy again
I could be around but it could be pretend
I am true in the fact
That I wished I’da acted like you
See if the firmament cracks
Pick up the words leading back
Maybe your heart strings’ll snap
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18. |
hospital reprise
00:51
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19. |
Lucas' Inferno
04:26
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Don’t you ever feel
It’s not in the way that you select what could be real
Hoping to tune away to separate your head
From little suspicions that irradiate the air
Don’t want to care for now
Trace the steps that you tattoo
Over my chest, manipulate and promise true
Wanted a pledge, instead I got an I.O.U
To pull me through hell
I’m walking in a circle, I can tell
To cut me off from wandering around
Don’t you ever think
Something you thought could manifest within a blink
Making a nightmare of the situation’s state
From subtler boredom to the point about to break
You’re worse off for the change
This psychology of rage
Latching associations branded like a name
Onto the image what you were and cease to be
Somewhere inside you wouldn’t oblige, but you retreat
To pull me through hell
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20. |
hospital cont.
00:49
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Stenciled out of a fronted face addicted to
Liberate you of expendable addictions you
Reiterate as responsibilities to do
Penciled down aback a board game in the womb, for shame
Patented blame, it’s wasting blue sky
Insane, outsane, I’ll out-sane you in the earth shine
Hurtling through space to reach the warm light
But nothing is new
My lessons drop from the point of which it hopes to reach
To piss me off to my capacity accepting speech
Indoctrinating when I only want a hobbied brain
But there’s no room to sweep the ruin once the self is slain
Grit of your teeth, it’s bitten space-time
Incrementality of happiness and lifetime
Scented by the sand between your toes in bygone sunshine
And nothing is new
How plain
Cut me down and wane, throw to the low tide
Insane, outsane, I’m stuck in sanitary set mind
Summer grass obituarised to frost and lost for lifetime
And nothing is new
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22. |
The Attorney
02:15
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True minds married softly
Admit that you can't see me
You're fixed as a permanent part
Stripped back to its flesh-wound mark
My brow exudes between its sweat
The smell eludes those fossil fumes
My pal, my companion
The attorney of perception
Speaks his case
I see the green Earth vaguely
So high in the radio wave stream
Things seem evidently Christian
Sidelined from a low position
My brow exudes between its sweat
The smell eludes those fossil fumes
My pal, my companion
The attorney of perception
Speaks his case
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Why am I the seeming counterfeit
Of every other thing the world can fit?
To where the focal point of nature mends
Refuse to loan me when the rest may lend
And what decides the value of my worth
If every sound is antiquated heard
And seldom only in equated scripts
That more interpret what you think of it
But don't believe
Set foot inside the sun with me
Leave rehearsed
Judgement in the shade for me
Don't believe them
Don't believe them
Fuck them all
What other action could you ink on me
To qualify that you re not astray?
And find distinction in the gestures made
To vocal strategies that don't agree
What other alien or refugee
Let alone the pair of you and me
Would immigrate here even willingly
Inside the lonesome void of Pantomeme?
But don't believe
Set foot inside the sun with me
Leave rehearsed
Judgement in the shade for me
Don't believe them
Don't believe them
Fuck them all
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24. |
discharged
00:34
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Don’t wait around, poor you
And you won't have to worry anymore to work a fuss to cook for two
I’m on a new adventure
The one I spoke about
The one you thought I’d never have the gall
To try ‘til now
Don’t wait around, poor you
And I am so afraid
But you never note the absence in the room when I’m away
I’ve told you every secret
I’ve settled every score
I sent my soul to hell to lift you up forevermore
Don’t wait around, poor you
Don’t wait around, poor you
The sun don’t have to set although you have no other toy left you could chew
I’m on a new adventure
The one you couldn’t tell
You’ll know in time how long because my clothes no longer smell
Don’t wait around, poor you
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Animal Pharma Melbourne, Australia
I am Animal Pharma.
Studio Albums:
Zygoat – 29
July 2014
Evergreen Civil War – 10 August 2014
Pantomeme – 11 October 2014
Light of a Hard – 28 March 2015
The Vuuz – 10 May 2015
Mazel – 1 November
Joseph Phase – 29 July 2018
... more
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