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Atmosphere- God Loves Ugly

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I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
The one thing that i can guarantee
I'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me
Been payin dues for a decade plus,
Before that i was just another face on the bus
Tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio
Dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies
Oh mom, i promise im gonna be large
Someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car
Gonna go far, with charisma and skill
Until they put my face on a million dollar bill
Atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird
And if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard
I think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured
Caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix
Im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek
Its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak
You fuckin freak
Now keep your days out my week
The world keeps a balance, through mathematics
Defined by whatever youve added and subtracted
Im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain
Embrace how i live it, god loves ugly

[chorus]
God loves ugly...

Once upon a time in minneapolis, yo
I damn near had to steal the show
I stepped on the stage, who is it?
My names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes
Whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other
So they can steal each others sound
If its all about gettin down with the get down
How long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down?
Appears more clear in its simplest form
Nobody sees tears when youre standing in a storm
Abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
Measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
I welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
I held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game
When the soldiers started runnin short on rations
I began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin
Make it happen
And take this captain to the gallows
I keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
Talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
So give me some light, a little love and some liquid
Im gonna creep through the night
And put a plug in the spigot
And when the water grows
And the dam starts to overflow
Ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly

[chorus]

Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen
Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream
Or be the deer thats caught in my high beams
Im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff
Reality is just too much to bear with
Paranoid, walkin around careless
No wonder youre in love with your therapist
Go to sleep my little time bomb
 
Ceschi - Bad Jokes

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he apologized
to the folks in the back row who got splattered in blood at the last show
he apologized
for the spit and sweat that dripped off the skin on his chest
but nonetheless
he should have apologized for things that he never did
when he should have
and things he did when he shouldn't have
all those sins
that gathered up to form a 50 foot dragon sleeping in a labyrinth
inside of his brain cavity, stagnant

GG Allin
threatened to blow out his brains on stage
but instead when death day came it was quiet and tame

then there's the one about the girl in Berlin who jumped out a window
and had people convinced her suicide was performance

bad jokes about bad people in bad bars
make the bad worse and make the good crash cars

bad jokes about bad people in bad bars
make the bad worse and make the good crash cars

so have you heard the one about the one man band ?
the one man band?
yes, the one man band

so have you heard the one about the one man band?
i heard he sang like an angel before he hanged

so have you heard the one about the one man band?
the one man band?
yes, the one man band

so have you heard the one about the one man band?
i heard it

but it's too soon to laugh about his follies in the past
about the way that he got fat and couldn't keep it in his pants....
and i remember lies about 5 figure record deals,
headlining bills, and lines when he tried to convince me everything was real...
but-it-was a crying shame
seeing him lie in pain
after realizing the way
he wasted time on a game
that dangled a prize
in front of his tired eyes
like arcade toy cranes
with no claws to play

bad jokes about bad people in bad bars
make the bad worse and make the good crash cars

bad jokes about bad people in bad bars
make the bad worse and make the good crash cars

and he used to sing,

"God damn another one of God's bad jokes
when he stabs and pokes at our last hopes.
we were young once
and wrote songs about not giving a fuck - acting like we had some guts."

laughing on a barstool dumb drunk
as one hand fiddled with some nuts
while the other held a mug
and every crease on his face was a fault line
that looked like it had been drawn there at the beginning of time...
but he was only 45 when he died
with no family left behind
just instruments and a mic
and the story goes that he cried like a baby
as he tied the noose waiting for someone to come and save him.
 
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οι φιλοι ειπαν
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Given the chance, I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over

Unlikely, I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in my eyes
I'll drift away

Cast up on a plateau with only one memory
A single syllable, oh lie low, lie low
Lie lie lie
 
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