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Scraping Foetus off the Wheel - The Throne of Agony
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Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel - The Throne of Agony

Hello, operator… give me NO-MAN’S LAND

Collect call to no one at all
Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no return (and no deposit)
Fiddlin and watchin while ROME BOINS
A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS

Hello, central… give me NO-MAN’S LAND
From a walking waste disposal unit
A transfusion from me’d kill the faint of heart

Alas POOR YORICK… I knew me well but I bin killin ma brain CELL BY CELL
It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN—an this one’s for you…

The toll is belling… the signs is telling
Nose is running… feet are smellin (Foetus Melon)
Currently less than a human wreck
Gimme a BREAK… start at the NECK

I rule my body from the throne of agony
My conscience and constitution’s naggin me
Clock up another TRACHEOTOMY
STAB another dagger inna back o’ me
The dark gods boint ma evil SOUL
Ma brittle spirit’s toint to COAL
I rule my body from the throne of agony
THE THRONE OF AGONY
AGONY

Chalk up another frozen pizza… choke up another thousand marlboros
Anything goes for them ordinary joes
They’ll cut off your face to spite your nose
I don’t need to touch their toes to know I’ve already reached my ALL TIME LOW
Pacin’ ruts inna carpet
Eatin’ up the wallpaper, crawlin’ the walls, sick on the ceiling
DEAD IN THE HEAD
Shut the shutters… I shoulda stayed in bed

Complainin bout ma campaign against personal decency
I got no excuses
Just rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted glass
(Yeah, I’m the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass)

Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre
And watch my life flicker before your very eyes
With no commercial breaks… NO BRAKES
NO BRAKES… (kill me baby)

Pour another glass of liquid clear
KING ALCOHOL
Drinkin hard to not remember what I’d just as soon forget
String around the finger… ROPE around the NECK
You always HATE the one you LOVE
Time dies when you’re having fun
I’m gonna change ma name… I’m changin’ trains… (kill me baby)”

Scraping Foetus off the Wheel - Descent into the Inferno
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Foetus - Descent Into the Inferno

Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon
Purgatory disguised as a room with a view
I used to be in heaven looking down… now I know the
inferno from the inside
And you can’t see out them windows
And smoke gets in your eyes
And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry…

An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING
And NOTHING is its middle name
Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere… where
in hell is that?
So flat you can’t see ten feet in front
I want everything to disappear
Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my
BLOOD BANK

Give me another STIFF one… and make it a double
I don’t know when I’ve had enough
But I’ve NEVER had enough and I’ve never bin BAD
enough
I need it and I need it BAD
And if it ain’t bad it ain’t worth having
I ain’t the most popular boy I know, that’s common
knowledge in this town
I’m trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken
down

GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH… You get what’s coming to ya
You get a stomach tumour
You get a stake right through your HEART

I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face
Whatever happened to the human race?
What happened to the humanistic faith?
What happens to human waste?
I wanna get the hell out but there ain’t much hope of
that
FALLEN into the ABYSS like a roach in a trap
There ain’t a hope in Hades… there ain’t a hope in
Hell
There ain’t a hope in Hades… there ain’t a hope in
HELL

I don’t need a mother no more
I’d rather be an ORPHAN or a SONOVABITCH or a BASTARD
SON who’s been dug
up DEAD, worms in eyesockets, holes in ma head
Don’t excavate if you ain’t diggin for gold
Cos it’s a long way up when you’re SIX FEET UNDER
Under a pile of HUMAN DEBRIS
A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE
You wanna save yourself the trouble

GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH… You get what’s comin to ya
You get a stomach tumour
You get a stake right through your HEART
IT ISN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

Staring into a waste of space
Bring on the MONOTONY bring on the LOBOTOMY
And make it a double, and make it a pact
I’ve had more than I can stand—and hors d’oeuvre of
maniac
I’ve had more fun in an IRON LUNG
I’m cancelling my NEXT BIRTHDAY
I mo wait til the witching hour then watch my life
come tumblin’ down
The moon’s so full it’s spilling over
There ain’t a hope in HADES… THERE AIN’T A HOPE IN
HELL
IT ISN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH… You get what’s coming to ya
You get a stake right through ya through ya
You get a stake right through your HEART
IT ISN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
NO IT AIN’T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN
DO
DESCEND… DESCEND
DESCEND… DESCEND… DESCEND… DESCEND”

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The Wire: Studio Envy

Vladislav Delay, Julian Cope, Scraping Foetus off the Wheel, Terry Riley, Bill Dixon, Laurie Spiegel and Madlib photographed in their homes and/or studios.

Photographs by Mark Mahaney

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Obama will never be half the man nor love America as much as Reagan did.

Obama will never eat as many flags throughout his presidency like Reagan did. Reagan holds the current flag-eating record at 3,463 flags during his presidency. Obama is currently only at 1,072.Here we see pictured: Reagan in action during one of his flag feedings. This is speculated to be approximately his 560th flag consumed.

veganbutt:

sascoalition:

Obama will never be half the man nor love America as much as Reagan did.

Obama will never eat as many flags throughout his presidency like Reagan did. Reagan holds the current flag-eating record at 3,463 flags during his presidency. Obama is currently only at 1,072.
Here we see pictured: Reagan in action during one of his flag feedings. This is speculated to be approximately his 560th flag consumed.

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