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Jam Baxter & Ed Scissor
First Bite
97
Alternative Rap
First Biteは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2017年12月15日にHigh Focus RecordsによりリリースされましたLaminated Cakes
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アルバムLaminated Cakes
リリース日2017年12月15日
レーベルHigh Focus Records
言語English
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー
BPM84

概要

歌詞

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Performer
Ed Scissor
Ed Scissor
Performer
GhostTown
GhostTown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frankie Teardrop
Frankie Teardrop
Composer
Jacob Lloyd
Jacob Lloyd
Songwriter
Thomas Hawkins
Thomas Hawkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GhostTown
GhostTown
Producer

歌詞

This had a cook
A cook who was famed far and wide for
The tempting product of his culinary art
His reputation had been firmly established
His place in life was secure
But this cook was not content with his place in life
He was not content to leave well enough alone
He had to experiment with something new
Yeah
Laminate the evidence
Present it to your friends like a salivating replicant
Steer around the fear for now, sweep the sky, clear the ground
Jeering crowds greet the demons peering out my ear canal
Abseiling
Watch the flesh deflate
Heaven's full of billboards and cosmetics, check your face
Silver spoon eyes warp reflections, I press the brakes
And skidded into Las Vegas gambling my flesh for fate
Fur herd is kicking off on channel one-thousand
Headbutt the buttons, let the claret run down 'em
And they wonder why we're racking up powders
And spending every Saturday on Planet Mush, mouthless
Clean up on Aisle 4, smile more, kiddy winks
Scream the flabby villains slipping Valis in their fizzy drinks
You'll never see the city blink
Skinny skin stopped up and cots down, drug trial guinea pigs
The ripples of the sun mat, glitter in the mud traps
And limp bodies littered in a cinematic scuzz-mash
Birth of the fireflies, dawn of the flying ants
The scourge of the quiet life burst out the greyhound traps
Butterflies melting on a plastic plate
Cryogenic power lapse curdling like Crème brûlée
Scissor tongue the Blade Runner pacing in your kitchen dorm
Laminating cakes until the platter sparks a thunderstorm
Splattering
Preheat to gas mark heavenly
A head of steam over seven seas as the weather speaks
Words over masses of water bodies aligned
Where the bodies that embodied the folly got up and ran
Watch
Keep running 'cause a lesser seen sentence seems
Ever poignant when the devil's words rattling your head
Everything and nothing in a cataclysmic curdle-off
Pound the subjects full of violent sermons 'til the squirming stops
So savour the first bite
You could never get your words right (Never)
I see 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls
Heads spinning in the searchlights
Drill 'em out, drill 'em out
Find the remnants of your mind, drill 'em out
'Cause the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums
Ain't worth the spittle in your mouth
Babysitting addicts in a bird cage
Proper stuffed dog atop the turrets to deter strays
And her name was an earthquake
That shook the shit tonne of sharp tools out my workspace
Ice cold discothèque, I arrive dressed to kill
With extra drills to drain the boiling fluid when the pressure builds
Down and out in reckless filth
My special skills were balancing a
Bowling ball above my head and getting ill
Still
Check the gag reflex
A devil with a chequered flag selling that repressed
Is chilling at the finish, to high five the winning snail
His body smelt freedom, his brain stem was still in jail
Locked up in suede shoes dancing to a skipping beat
The village freak, he would bite the
Bullets, they would chip his teeth
And that was the arrangement
Diamond tip drilling deep down into the pavement
Twisting up the spinners sweet
Light from the bitter deep shines on these city streets
And tessellates somewhere in the lives that these villains lead
And I can see 'em in my fog lights
Clashing on the facets of my seance, let the proton packs lock lines
It feels like the end of the world
When the demons grab the pen and make the sentences curl
Leave the shimmers on the surface and join me on the panic station
There's space for every captive waiting
Beacons on the jetty bleed gasses from the crunching
Of the levers to the death machine
Funnels of your deathly dreams of summers in the cemetery are waning
Sniff the fumes of flaming rubbish that the undercurrents came with
Give 'em here
Finger in a velvet sack of gemstones
After dinner entertainment, planets on a fresh node
Before man was everything, that's why your flesh groans
Let's go, pack the sledgehammers for the headstones
So savour the first bite
You could never get your words right (Never)
I see 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls
Heads spinning in the searchlights
Drill 'em out, drill 'em out
Find the remnants of your mind, drill 'em out
'Cause the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums
Ain't worth the spittle in your mouth
Written by: Frankie Teardrop, Jacob Lloyd, Thomas Hawkins

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