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Lexucao
04:07
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The theater of noise is proof of our potential
Performance perfect is perfect performance
I watched a snail crawl across the ledge of a straight razor
That’s my dream that’s my nightmare
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw
Our quiet voices when whispered together are quiet and meaningless
Shape without form
Shade without color
Paralyzed force
Gesture without motion
Everything will be alright
You are in my hands
I am here to protect you
You have nowhere to go
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A Fecal Odyssey
03:08
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Randy Fucking Cool
Oh Hi
I don’t like going to the store
There’s lots of shit all around me, what am I going to do?
Uh uh milk, orange juice, vitamin, diapers, oh dog food
I like oh no I don’t know maybe
Chorus: Ahahaha
I was prancing through the forest
And I found a feces
I looked at it and I was confused
Who could make such a small feces?
And then I sang:
Duty do duty do duty do
Duty duty do do do do
When I get bored I dance around in the nude
For all my neighbors
Chorus: Ahahaha
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Manik Feltch
01:42
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“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite”
- William Blake
Life and reality are all they will ever be. In this moment they have achieved all that they ultimately are. The same can be said for all moments past and all those to come.
This renders human nature purposeless, totally devoid of truth or value. Our feeble, unprepared, and still animal-like psyche cannot reach the real truth that lies so near our grasp.
Everything that was, is. Everything that we digest through our senses is what we perceive it to be, nothing else. All objects, things, what have you, are what they are, including human life and existence. We of the human species, as true animals, and the clever ruler of the physical world, have attempted to replace this undeniable truth with words and concepts. Organized religion naturally followed this perversion. When meaning could no longer be applied to the earthly world, it attempted to define the heavenly, the celestial, and the theoretical afterlife.
But you must realize, for an example, what most animals understand; that a rock is not a “rock”, but simply what it is. We have only called it a “rock” because we cannot accept that suggestion.
So what then, is our language? It surely cannot be simply what it is, for it has been created by humans. Or can it?
One of the human mind’s greatest characteristics is its skill for association. Which is of course vastly superior to any other living being’s on the planet. Which is why it means so much to us. The words and sentences we have created and continue to create, are nothing but dumb sounds made by the manipulation our vocal chords. Over the course of thousands of years we have attached meaning to these garish utterances. We have created their meaning. In no way are they associated with our planet, our existence, or the universe.
Randy Cool is pure nihilism. You mustn’t try and associate Randy Cool with anything. Its music and lyrics are simply what the are; mechanical waves that are an oscillation of pressure composed of frequencies within the range of hearing. In laymen’s terms: noises. Just like any other band or musical project. The difference is that Randy Cool attempts to put this realization in your face and openly confront you with it.
But alas, this is a self-defeating concept. Here we are, attempting to describe a concept that cannot be described in words. So is the nature of man’s obscure knowledge.
If you can come to terms with this concept, you will be a Randy Cool fan, regardless of whether you like the music at all. The music is merely an aesthetic to the concept, which is deeply rooted in the human consciousness, and will be discovered here with an open mind...
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Oh baby
On a mozzletop
Ronny Raterow
Lets go
Oh oh oh you are my baby
Oh oh you’re my girl
Oh oh you’re my baby
You’re my baby girl
Heres my song for you girl
Oh lets go
Baby (love)
Baby (hate)
Baby (rape)
Baby (love)
Babe
Ohh we go
Oh oh oh you are my baby
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Barf Fetish
02:39
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Hey my name’s renascent
Renascent renascent renascent renascent
Oh my god I had a nice Jeep
And then
I have a mean barf fetish
I was whirling in my cup
I took a shit on top of my lawn
I ate it while a shampoo swan
I like to shampoo the hair of gophers
It makes them clean it makes them colorful
They shining, I like the shiny gopher
Shining gopher
I’ve got a Barf Fetish
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Nostrund
03:20
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Rock Into Baby
03:14
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A rest-lit dream
Smells like milk cream
Channels forever
A riddle and a rhym
Rock into baby
Mixed in space
Through the wormhole we go
Blowing whale holes
Into the hole we go now
Battle-time
My baby’s on fire
I can’t find her pelvis
I can’t believe
That’s all folks
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Silav Zoroaster
01:09
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Sweater Gaze
02:06
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Hey I see you from a mountaintop
You’re do
I look at you
You look like a stew
Guess what?
Hey I see you dressed like a poo
Shampoo in your hair
Helena Russert
Hey look at your sweater
Looks like a good sweater
dressed in yeller
looks like a good yeller
Red, yellow, green
Colors Combine
Makes your sweater a different color than mine
Sweaterful sweater
Hey you look great like that
I just wanted to let you know
Thanks
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When the three-pronged purple laser beam shot in the consciousnesses of Rev. Duke Chauncey, Reginald Funkhouse, and I, it showed us the future. The future as most of us conceptualize it, which of course is a false understanding of its true texture. The laser divulged to us the true nature of time; that all time is simultaneous. The conventional concept of “linear time”, is just another product of the human species’ attempt to understand a universe beyond our current abilities of comprehension. In fact, most people live thier lives at different points in time then the people around them. While you live your live and interact with others, keep in mind that they have either already lived that moment or have yet to live it at all.
But I digress, the laser showed us the future, the past, and other versions of our present. It was an awe inspiring journey, from which there was one caveat; most knowledge and information attained during the vision would leave our mind’s memory at a rapid pace. We all intuitively knew this. After experiencing this vision which seemed to last for days, we returned to where we had been. As we attempted to recall the vision, like attempting to recall a dream, we struggled to piece together the details before they would be lost forever. The one event that seemed to stay with us all clearly, was the struggle of Earth’s last living being to stay alive.
While the being was mechanistic, its desperate attempt to stave off death was, oddly, humanistic-ally moving. Its sounds of confusion, weakness, and struggle seem to be the divine embodiment of the fate of all life.
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Randy Cool California
...Life and reality are all they will ever be. In this moment they have achieved all that they ultimately are. The same can
be said for all moments past and all those to come.
This renders human nature purposeless, totally devoid of truth or value. Our feeble, unprepared, and still animal-like psyche cannot reach the real truth that lies so near our grasp...
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