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Scary Terry
04:02
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2. |
Perfect Earth
01:48
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3. |
Worthy Winter
03:18
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the same patterns in my nightmares
Wake up and hear the birds still screaming
I was sleeping in the back yard waiting for you
Couldn’t tell what you were saying
Crumpled up your voice and played it like a guitar
Were you never really there
Were you never really there
was there a hole in my chest
Are my lungs just blowing back
the tar in my flesh
Was it ever really there
Are you playing a game
I was warned not to stray too far in my sleep
Now I'm floating away
Beam me up
Don’t mess with me
Can’t give in
Don’t trust this feeling
Is it fear
Gripping me
In my chest
I took the wrong pill
My ego’s strong baby, can’t be beat
Hang it up, slowly cut a sliver of luck
I never knew I was throwing up in sock puppets
Scrape the butt, get your nut, covered in smut
So what's up, are you still obsessed with human sockets
Put yo hands in both pockets, put yo hands in both pockets, move em all around until you find yourself another partner
Oh no, Pick up beat, the time is losing feeling
oh no, switch yo feet, I think it's hunting season
low low, from the deep, a different kind of demon Time to climb and wake up from all your tired reasons
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4. |
Righteous
02:48
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Righteous
Which way did the mouse go
I gotta catch him, this fool is out of control
And if he doesn’t take me here
Well maybe it might just make me disappear
It was a something in my bones
Something had fallen apart
My stomach reaches down to my toes
And then into my thighs
Until I say whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’m still drinking the same shit I was six years ago
MD2020 makes me feel the stranger things inside my tears
I’ve been crying for years
I’ve been crying from fear
And no one ever said play it like that
And no one ever said don’t make it like that
And I still keep running back with it
So let’s cry me a machine and say come back
I was of this
I felt nothing
I make something
I feel righteous
I was something
I was nothing
I feel righteous
I feel nothing
Oh, every fucking thing came back at me
And I said plug it in baby, don’t you see
This is not me, this is something in between
Come on plug me in, I got something to see
Is it what I want to be
Is it a mirror repeating what I see
Does it want to play Rummy cards in between
I can’t see
So don’t tell me what’s comin
Cause I know what it is and I’m bummin every dollar I can get to build that shit from the bottom to the top, ya dig
I want to let ya know about me
I want to get in your face and let you pee your fuckin pants and if you don’t baby, I’m goin real
I feel nothing
I am something
I make gold
I’m righteous
I know nothing
I feel something
I was righteous
But it could go away
I was never getting more of
Everything you own
Everything I ever saw was nothing but a goal
I be at the field, I be in the hole,
Tell me is it father, is it I. or is it old
Think fast, my hope dreams
I feel less, just like these things I've fought
What'd they say, what'd they see-see-see-see
I couldn't be no, I couldn't be no, I couldn't be no
Hot head hog
I couldn't be no, I couldn't be no outside dog
I couldn't be no, I couldn't be no outside dog
Pick ya feet up, pick ya feet up
Dance dance dance
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KULT KRIMES Portland, Oregon
KULT KRIMES is the solo effort from multi instrumentalist and electronic composer, London Van Rooy. Each song tells a tale of it's own and seems to operate from individual characters existing in one vessel. Merging genre's like hip hop, post punk, synth pop and even industrial rock, daring to break the idea of having "a sound" while pulling you in with an emphasis on mood and fanciful expression. ... more
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