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It's really dangerous. You can't listen to this and stay sane. Nothing really fits together but it moves. It's a train built from all spare parts. You were warned.
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Crazy, sexy, cool, irreverent, insane, hot, bad, dirty, camouflage, lust, love, dope, electronic, acoustic, sex, lovemaking music, funny, fresh, new, style, inc
Venus Lounge is a laid back blend of all the woned and stasted states of grape which I'm ne'er too embarrassed to drape on my shoulder. Inbetween the chips, and bolder. Venus Lounge is a side project leading from another band that grew into a notion that a missing genre of music will evolve based on needs. What I'm talking about below is called 'hipnoise.' http://www.soundclick.com/thehipnoise
Song Info
Genre
Electronic • Electronica
Charts
Peak #5,579
Peak in subgenre #908
Author
Chad/Lead a Horticulture But You Can't Music
Rights
2006
Uploaded
May 20, 2007
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:49
Story behind the song
Don't listen to me. Who cares. I'm just a disgruntled ex-bard with a lyre to pick. It's just a dynasty in ruins. It's just a diagnostic to see if you can spot a thread of grace stuck to an unshaven face. There's sacred lint in this navel, but it's not there for you.
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how have you damaged the world, i ask the wealthy sex. in this economy of simple needs these are appetites direct after all you can see the starvation in the face of the beast and call it ugly yet deny the hunger more - for power - for profit strut about protected by a police state and taunt the starving gender with dangling camisoles and thongs "just to make them beautiful for themselves" i have lain writhing in some flaccid past hunger starvation at the mall while the caste with all the credit sauntered by and smelled of heaven i have plotted nights to rob their little piggy banks, to steal meager coins in braces from the tooth fairy, to kiss and wrestle with the truth fairy to even let it all get hairy it's just your eyes closed after all and that fifty still can't cut it over the years this given 'no' that differentiates us from every other species in the universe, like some dire plague has ripped through our race, raped our proprieties, imbalanced sex and violence, kept the starving gender downright primitive. infantile. hiding identity behind our first food source till death. it has been the death of us all, and a slow rotten agony - that too. when are we going to wake up to the fact that this desertion of nurturing for the real drives that build our minds and souls breeds total ruin we coddle and muddle, cuddle and cry and everything else is left to the lie every opportunity to love a nd to express the physical affection which is so intimately tied to it when missed, by default breeds into the world an energy of hatred or fear equal to the energies it stimulated. seven steps to hades, ladies no i don't scratch my head when people ask me why we are headed for ruin. why can't we try to grow people their whole lives, not with crutches or rails, invisible hands that allow individuation. we force conformity with hardship, not leading essence to sameness by example or common feeling, we each think our lusts are unique. my lingual drive to tickle her fire serpent higher - is that folly? wholly holy really, but as tails go - a tally ho - a taller show i once assumed i was alone. now i pray it isn't reflex. how can people clutch bread to their breasts with the starving in front of them? easy, they are only playing on that first economic matrix. it's a flat grid. credit is the third dimension, credit with spiritual assets being the second world coming to heal the first. a new voodoo economics of raw sexuality can rise from there behind the bars. with the bartenders. the screwdrivers. the endives. the plaques burly. yoda : "the time wars begun have?" everyone's libido deserves attention. it is an appetite, god given - that stretches unto rarefied planes. it is a mistake to think we can evolve without evelove. she's matching accessories and making sure he only reaches somewhere once and when he's too old to be in and of it, a closed conduit it's the same tacky rant style, it's an attack with a smile, it's a thought provoking yokel crying wilderness at you even sometimes just a little true the money for nothing trip is over. i will keep destroying money till balance is found. otyama
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