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Harlots for lovers
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A song about the abstract self discovery. This is the last song I wrote be for Buster joined.
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Industrial Metal mix, Fast emotional mindmess. Depression and goth images. Samples. We love samples. Boobs and samples.
At this time nothings lined up. Hopefully soon we will have contacts with valid respectable promoters. Hello and welcome to the new AcidicA mp3 site. If M is for the many bouts of insanity, press 1 If O is for your obscure insecurity, press 2 If T if the the terror that fits you like a glove, press 3 If H for the hate you have come to learn to love, press 4 If E is for existence that you can not be, press 5 If R is for the reverse button your live needs, press 6 If you want to add AcidicA as an LJ intrests click below http://www.livejournal.com/interests.bml?int=acidica There will be some changes. Some older material probably wont be available. Have fun and remember, it's all fun and games 'til someone gets pregnant... yahoo club. come join and chat with other fans, and the band. http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/acidicamusic/ Don't forget to sign the guest book. We love to know people actually notice our existence.
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Peak #329
Peak in subgenre #12
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AcidicA,
Uploaded
February 09, 2004
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MP3 5.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
For a short period of time I had an Alesis QS6. It was a good board but lacked the analog controls I like. So I traded it for the DX-200, but befor I did I wrote this song.
Lyrics
Broken harlots pass out pentince, speak delussiones through the lines. I hold my head to Drown my sorrow, In your secret garden cry. Shadows move to over take me! Or just finally take me home? The cold of snow mathces your heart, And your hearts just an empty hole. Basterdise the words I've spoken, I'm just a basterd after all. Plagerise the lies I've stolen Pin my wisdoms on the wall. Tell me its the sum of nothing... You plus me plus all my dreams. Maybe you can drowns my sobbing by encouraging my angry screams. Homeless Moguls own the world. Oil drips from eyes of coal. I sold all that I had to carry, I got two fifty for my soul. Walking down the streets of Paris, red lights get the best of me. Lying naked in the darkness Payments show what I can be. Basterdise the words I've spoken, I'm just a basterd after all. Plagerise the lies I've stolen Pin my wisdoms on the wall. Tell me its the sum of nothing... You plus me plus all my dreams. Maybe you can drowns my sobbing by encouraging my angry screams.
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