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Bodies drained of blood
Like mustard poured on lettuce
For a frightful buffet
We will fill our plates with ghosts
A green ghost is first to haunt us
As the night drags on and perhaps tonight is the night that we will fill in a crossword puzzle only using blasphemous words
Crying out in agony for the night has gone on too long and mustard has forever abandoned its lettuce bed
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That Girl with the Eyes
02:53
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That girl with the eyes
Those eyes that gaze beyond mine
So far away, yet feeling so close
I feel her heart, pounding
I feel my heart, yearning
But will she understand?
Will she hang on?
Would she be the one who would wait?
Would she be the one who made it all okay?
I can feel her eyes, watching
I can sense her soul, tingling
So far away, so very far away
And yet, there she is!
Right there!
With words that soothe
And stories that scald
I wish to take her away
So very far away, so far away
A beautiful girl
That girl with the eyes
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Sangre or Sangria
01:49
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Sangre or sangria
You decide
One comes from veins
One comes from a bottle
Drink the one you like
Bring the other for the children who wander in the woods looking for a reason to
Strive for the dawn
They will see it one day
In the visage of Paul Reubens
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Cube of Anti-Matter
02:16
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A glistening cube of anti-matter shone like a summer breeze in hell
The blackest black could not begin to describe the heart of an unborn lemur
The guy who played Lurch on the Adam’s Family TV show from the 60’s bellows at the moon
Stars and planets crumble to dust
The vastness consumed by the gothic rendition of the Charles in Charge theme song played by a corpse with a zither
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Music of the Damned
02:29
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Beethoven lost his mind
Contemplating music for the dead
Mozart was buried alive
To banish the horror from his head
Bach’s baroque demise inspired
The masses to find a new way
Danzig put it all out there
So that we could have it today
The music of the damned
The requiem for the old and tired
The final procession towards an open grave filled with chattering teeth and fake vomit
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The Darkened Goth Goblin
03:22
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The darkened goth goblin is coming to town
He's got loads of whiskey and heroin that's brown
He'll sniff your ass and steal your basketball
Is it any wonder why we like him at all?
The darkened goth goblin is here to stay
He'll piss in your saucepan and ruin your souffle
He blasts Joy Division all night long
You caught him masturbating in a black thong
The darkened goth goblin lost all of his teeth
He replaces your cocaine with a Christmas wreath
If you ever wonder how it feels to eat thumbtacks
The darkened goth goblin can launch his attack
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Julia Child was tired
So tired
Tired of toasting marshmallows
Marshmallows and Hershey bars
They came from next door
The bewildered stream of graham crackers
From all sorts of untidy whores
Came from next door
But some chumps are chosen from the rest
Idiots fart on their guests
Never would be invited to the rosegarden
Rosegarden funeral of s’mores
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Freedom of the Black Bat
01:39
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We want to be bulletproof
But that’s not reality
We want to taste the sweet wine
We want more time
No one plays the cards they’re handed
They want to trade them in
They want to grasp for the elusive
Freedom of the black bat
Flying in the night sky
With it’s ghostly aspect
And it’s bag of candy corn
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Unnatural Wings
01:55
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Oozing forth from frothy waters
We can barely see the lurking presence
It falls upon us like an accordion
It corrupts our souls like a banjo
Fangs or claws, but not both
We cannot see which
Someone yells “lycanthropy”
And the trees begin to cower under the full moon
Our wallets fall out of our pockets
Spontaneously exhibiting our fear
And our apprehensive feelings towards
The weird frog about to leap out of a pine tree
It takes flight on its unnatural wings and
Enters the gates of hell
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Only Deadly Anteaters
01:31
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Lightning has never graced us with its surly ways
We only find the cemetery by the light of the cat’s eyes
Showing the way to the desolate place
Where no sandwiches may be eaten
Where only screaming banshees roam the field
And take craps on tombstones
Not even a tuna sandwich may come
Not grilled cheese
Not a panini
Only deadly anteaters
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Chopsticks
01:40
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Apathy, Consternation, Cooperation, Anxiety
Conflict, A Goat, Anger, Fear
Chopsticks
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