Satinterior from Dada Bass by Sinister Machine

How 'bout I tell you 'bout a time
When the evil pervert creatures lose their minds
And capable enough they'll go blind
And the terribly exciting times

But the heroes they're here, no, when?
When the zeroes hear it goes all in their heads
And they're applicable but not accepting
And it's eternity but it can't last forever

And then I see it's in your eyes
As it's terrain upon the skin
Like the fish for a pop song
Hate the bones cuts you in

How then is not enough to decide
When everything I know goes blind
And everything else fades away
There's nothing left to say

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How 'bout I tell you 'bout a time
My faith, much too far, much too wide
Quick-
All in your eyes, in your eyes

A lunch sequence
Spectator bun, non-steril
So down upon the touch
I don't think I like this much

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Cuts you in, cuts you on
The stage I take is underground
It's spherical like a drug
Knick knack patty whack
Give yourself a gold star

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How 'bout I tell you 'bout a time
1st place loser, much closer to a tie
It's 2nd from me though it's seconds to realize
Don't have enough time to tell you about a time

When everything's broken down
And the years were full of sawdust
And the graves were filling up with gravel pits
And the churches too insecure for any seclusion at all

Well here there are, uh, numbers and here there are days
And somehow fake Mister Rogers' frog-snake scared it all away
But say, don't worry, don't change your mind
There's again nothing at all, nothing left with this dime

So throw out your piggy wanks and throw on your channels
Elect the dead with your twirls and then sport the flannel
Just do unto me into me another dime every other time
Just do it, everything else fades away, anything'll make you more blind

• Experimental
• Edmonton