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I (lazy bones)
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Third track on Stuck in the Babbling Stage Brittle, cold guitars over an industrial beat. Stream of consciousness lyrics. One of my personal favorites from this project.
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If Television had been listening to King Crimson, on acid.
I AM A GHOSTLY LEECH I AM A GHOSTLY LEECH I AM A GHOSTLY LEECH NOW AVAILABLE AT FRED'S RECORDS Go to www.myspace.com/aebridger for more details on how to get a copy.
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Charts
Peak #698
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
AE Bridger
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2005
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March 02, 2005
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MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Sounds take on a certain cracked and dried up tone the distant cyborgs hate the cyborgs The traffic creates a drone a buzz a fuzz not unlike oceanic applause heard by one on a grey and blue beach / Lazy Bones crawls back to his home / After a while the need to be panicking manickly is gone the energy becomes sureen and overpowering Discomfort Disgust Disillusion alone on a piano stool I'm a rational guy but I can rationalize hallucinations scratches and bruises invisible to the naked eye / Lazy Bones crawls back to his home/ thisistatime thisisatime thisistatime thisisatime this is a time of rest, of loss of love for trying/ Nurse your wounds at home Stay the hell away from me Away
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