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498 FUN

by Hank Fuzz

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1.
I tread on broken glass where your ghost has become the past. Gleaming in the sunset machines will she call on a tuesday or will I have to wait for half the response that I want in silence. Well you can fly so fly away to all of those mystics today. I only cower alone. No one likes their broken telephone. When poor god starts crying we all rush out to go buying in a battlefield we all like to call home. I sold myself my agitation as the purest elation why can’t everyone feel as shitty as me. I sold myself myself my anxiety inside a cryptic key is it true that everyone’s as stupid as they seem?
2.
And in the hallway of temporary past There you sit staring at metallic glass Ms. Maude pours us the wine and everything is going fine Rapture. Is calling from the outside. The sires. Are giving you life. Concrete cannot breathe. Concrete cannot breathe. Sorry, I don’t believe in magic or chemistry and all these plastic things. I’m fine with the trees. And if you want me to stay Maybe stop thinking I’ll come back again some day. If you need the leaves to fall or do you want to live in a dusty ball?
3.
Lyrical content eternally unavailable.
4.
What I want, what I want Is no more love in my dreams. What I need, what I need is no more plastic coated ecstasy. You, ain’t gonna stop me from being on the big screen. from being on the big screen. from being on the big screen.
5.
Oh my god, is it time to go back home inside a real childhood memory? You’ve been gone for too long to know what’s real or what’s fake. To know the truth, of what I’ve been feeling for so long. It’s feels like ages since you’ve been in my arms. I’ve been trying to describe the words inside my mind like a speechless candidate. Thoughts that never end. Hitting all dead ends. Behind my naked mind. The young they start to die. Give me one more smack. For bleeding flags left cracked. By the restaurant just closed. No one hears its notes. Yes it just closed. and i’m going with it into the history man’s eye.
6.
You don’t know what you’re missing in the west now baby. We are more than a caucus of hate, friend. Listen to all this shit floating around your head, don’t think it’s time you take a break. Get a drink or five, stand around and talk, listening’ to nothing that nobody said. No one gives a fuck, cause everyone’s a crook, standing around and trying to impress one another. Yeah, i’m sorry. Yeah I wanna apologize, for not being interested in your neutral existence. Existence. And now i’m at this rave, dancing like I’m crazed, surrounded by a bunch of drugged up kids. All standing around “Peace, Love and Respect!” Anyone with two eyes can see they’re as phoney as phoney gets. Babbling away on wine from grapes that don’t grow on vines, they’ll see that future is null. Get some therapy, remove the friends you see, kill the cell phone, and finally be happy, baby.
7.
There comes an end in everything. It’s about finishing but how fast you sink. So open up your eyes and watch all your friends. Cause we all know they’ll all beat you to the end. Go, go, go, go here come the racers, trying to impress with their blazers. They don’t know that we don’t got no stock in this stupid system or own a clock. And now you’re drawing false conclusions upon a separate action the story is not even over she has not spoken, you’re dying for an ending but you’ll have to die before you can touch one. So I guess this is the end my friend of the record not of life, amen. Now it’s time to get other shit done, maybe even beat off to 498 fun.

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Recorded at The Mansion + 4201

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released December 30, 2013

Harryson Milne: Drums
Crazy Baggins Poltruck: Other Shit
Artem Vyecheslavovich Potemkin: Vocals Track 7

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