clutch - blast tyrant (atlas of the invisible world with illustrations of strange beasts and phantoms) / ryhmä 2
clutchilla aina nii tulkinnanvarasia sanotuksia.... mut syystäkin kyllä yks niiden pidetyimmistä albumeista. kokonaisuutena varmaan top 2 clutchin levyistä terv. mä.... blast tyrant on muutenki niin siisti nimi vaikka inhoon miltä toi ukkeli näyttää
Renegade heaps
Humanity abandoned
Bower of the vowels
You lit them and fanned them
profits of doom / kuusela (palomaa)
tän albumin kontekstissa palomaa mut muuten kuusela
Swallower of planets, the profits of doom
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom
Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers
Gideon is knocking in your hotel while you slumber
the mob goes wild / hellström
Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good-time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders
Into a trance
Give disease so the swine will marry
And propagate lies
Tough luck for elected officials
The beast you see got fifty eyes
--
And that man on the TV who speaks to the dead
You know that man's a phony
Everybody, move to Canada and smoke lots of pot
Everybody, move to Canada right now
Here's how we do it:
Bum-rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it
cypress grove / natasha, amalia, vieno
There are women in Cypress Grove
And if they catch you, you don't go home
So, get to bookin' and don't look back
A one-way ticket on a two-way track
Two-way track
Now tell me
Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide-brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44
And a big bloodhound in the back of a jacked-up Ford
promoter (of earthbound causes) / heikinaro
Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarök revolutionize
Give me just a minute while I clarify
Cooled down my temper, tried to remember
What it was I wasn't to lose
And I probably could, were it not for
The beer and the broads and the broads and the booze
the regulator / heikinpalo
Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat?
For not a year later, it's got you lying on your back
You should have closed your windows and got another dog
You should have chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks
And how many times
Have I prayed
The angels
Would speed me away?
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head
The Regulator, swinging pendulum
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head
The Regulator, swinging pendulum
Come with me and walk the longest mile
Come with me and walk the longest mile
I'll march no longer
I'll fight no more
You can send out all the track snivelers
But I'm done with war
Wind 'em up, bring 'em back
Conscript, deserter
The Worm Drink is loose
Wind 'em up, bring 'em back
Conscript, deserter
The proof is in the juice
--
If you see me at the bottom
Please bring me my running shoes (Ah-ooh)
And if you see me getting caught up
Yeah, you'll know what to do (Ah-ooh)
army of bono / hellström
Your local programming
Interrupted
By the mindless banter
Of a soulless talking head
Roll out the red carpet
Dripping bloody tongue
Pay no mind to blue berets
And all their shining guns
Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother
Who you gonna call
When the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with
A smoking Irish fly
spleen merchant / ryhmä 2
When I die, you can cut me up
And take all that you please
But pity the poor, dumb fool
Who gets my bleeding spleen
Corn pone, I born tomorrow
My bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey Men of Tain
Have come to split your skills
Hey! Hey!
I got your heaven!
Hey! Hey!
I got your burning hell!
Hey! Hey!
I got it all right here!
Hey! Hey!
(in the wake of) the swollen goat / hellströmin jahtaajat
The governor, he been long gone
Anchor dropped on his front lawn
Build a keep and dig a moat
The return of the Swollen Goat
Can you hear the fife and drums?
Barnacles barking at the sun?
Ain't no chance, so don't you try
Now, everybody got to die
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising, and it ain't gonna stop
"We do not desire tributes
We desire information
We seek the Worm Drink
Who has lately betrayed his nation"
Mi corona es la montaña
Mis ojos, el sol
Mi boca, es el viento
Mi pecho es...
Los llanos
Los arboles, mis puños
Mi toga es la noche
Mis ancestros son nadies
Mi descendiente es todo el mundo
Soy el tirano maldito
Destructor de mundos
Malabarista de muertos
Infante de inpunidad
subtle hustle / heikinaro
Back again with a quickness
Pick it up, pick it up
Master arithmetic-ness
Light it up, light it up
I got the heat in both feets
Snake handler's hands
Come back with slickness
And do it all again, yeah
My subtle hustle
Smooth as mother's butter
I let it ride on
I let it ride on
--
I got your number
I steal your thunder
I got your mother's maiden name
Tattooed on my arm
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
(notes from the trial of) la curandera / amalia
Let us vote to dunk the witch
In the river Styx and photograph the lye
So, in the shadow of Cerebus
Her spirit will reside
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the briar, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, lock and key
Lord of weather, the beast at peace