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Slide Away
03:19
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Slide away pay to pray its all the rage
Save me yesterday its already too late
In the darkness I simply float away
Turn the lights out and I'm all of whey hey hey
Well I'll beat you baby yes I'll beat you beat you baby
And I liking your insanity
I beat you baby yes I beat you beat you baby
Do you want me to unstrap you free
In the darkness well i simply float away
Turn the lights out and I'm all off whey hey hey
But i never get along in a month of Sundays
Tell me how you feel gonna lie and cheat and steal
Gonna fuck you till you squeal
Gonna take it take it take it
I miss your pain yes i miss your miss your pain
It was the greatest time theres ever been
I miss your trying i want to miss you darling
But life is life is life is this
In the darkness i simply float away turn the lights out and i'm all off whey hey hey
But i never get along in a month of Sundays
Tell me how you feel gonna lie and cheat and steal
Gonna fuck you till you squeal
Gonna take it take take it
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2. |
Mr. Banko
03:40
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Can someone please tell me
About their winters night
Did they jack and fight
And hook you up to their pumping feed
Can someone please stop lacing me
When the sun goes down
I like to fuck with clowns
And hide away in my gifted tree
And Mr Banko said
Well we'll all just try to fade it out and pay
And in your wanten lust
You will steal away my papers and play
And if your cherries fucked
You wont find that Mr Banko he will say
Well I will help you son
No
Can someone please stop drilling me
Inside your pantomime
We can dress sublime
And talk about what you'll give to me
Can someone please stop fucking me
All your moneys wrapped
And your baby blasts
Are getting under my running feet
And Mr Banko said
Well we'll all just try to fade it out and pay
And in your wanton lust
You will steal away my papers and play
And if your cherries fucked
You wont find that Mr Banko he will say
Well I will help you son
No
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3. |
Voices
03:42
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Voices always chime in saying it could be worse,
but what's worse than aborting a former plan of life?
When I hopped into this spaceship the pilot was so wasted,
he wasn't able to get me to my destination on time.
Trees moved in awkward motions, caused a commotion,
while I was left wide open with my intestines hanging out.
I sat recalling all the detrimental,
existential notions that were harmful to my mentality of staying alive.
Handicapped by handcuffs, snow fell like dandruff,
someone's in the background yelling "put your damn hands up!"
As I look in stereophonic vision I discover I was around no others and I must be going blind.
Or could I just be losing my mind?
I excavated perforated edges that dissipated with time.
When I infiltrated the top-secret outer boundaries,
the guards found me and they sentenced me to death.
Before the juggernaut raised his axe blade the man asked me if I'd repent before my last breath.
I sat content with a dirty smirk that made this man's nerves jerk and I proceeded to asking him what exactly he had meant?
Now he replied open-eyed confused because it wasn't that confusing of a question.
Soon he realised where his faith lies and at the same time he looked to the sky and he slowly put down his weapon.
He started asking me for forgiveness.
He said "G-d, I can't live with this murder and vengeance no more!”
I put my hands on his shoulder, made him turnover, grabbed the axe, removed his head and watched his blood seep into the reservoir.
What a typical ending for a man pretending to know G-d when he has no idea if he even exists.
Oh the years that have been wasted by people vacating life to get a trip to paradise from a man bleeding from his wrists.
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4. |
Edgar
04:26
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Dirty pictures
Razor sisters
Edgar Allan Poe
Perverted teachers
Jack the reapers
Frolic in the snow
Time to measly, time to measly, time to measly on and on
ooh Blow
So hard when your high
They just want to try and sucker punch you down
So meek when you hide
Come on and make some fucking sound
Don't forget about being lonely
Because i don't think I'll be coming around
So innocent and hungry
So whorish in this brandishing town
Forty pieces
Lazy bitches
Everyone's on show
Porno widgets
Spikey midgets
Up the other bloke
Time to measly, time to measly, time to measly on and on
Edgar's Passions
Skimpy rations
Whoring up your folk
Skimpy tit bits
Fisting midgets
Welcome to the show
Time to measly, time to measly, time to measly on and on
ooh blow.
So hard when your high
They just want to try and sucker punch you down
So meek when you hide
Come on and make some fucking sound
Don't forget about being lonely
Because i don't think I'll be coming around
So innocent and hungry
So whorish in this brandishing town
Blow
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5. |
Drunken Mother
04:57
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Hey mom, I'm getting really sick of this
Your drinking is getting quite ridiculous
I use to care but now I don't give a shit
Our family or the bottle, I guess you'll have to pick.
But, you stick to the liquid
You're a time bomb waiting to go off start ticking
And when you're bitching about every little problem,
What do I do? I listen. Standing in the kitchen wishing, I didn't have to see my mother in these conditions.
Alcohol has you clenched in its fist and,
Any urge to drink you don't fight you give in.
Look at how you are living, it's pretty depressing.
Especially because you've been given so many chances to learn your lesson. You better start confessing, because the things you say when you're this way got me stressing.
So much tension, So many questions, I'm afraid you're sinking, not thinking in the proper way. I love you, but not today. I got a lot to say, but I'm not gonna stay here and take your criticisms. I'd rather live without them than live within them. You say I remind you of my father, I could try to help you but why even bother?
It's the same thing, everyday. Come home late and you're this way.
Now, it's time I've got to go.
I must have worn out my welcome. Either that or you did it for me.
When I was just a little child you use to get drunk and ignore me. Shit like that sticks in a kids head. I've never gotten use to it but now I'm at wits end. I tried to offer up my hands for help. Seeing you like this gives me the worst feelings I've ever felt. But, it happens daily. I'm gone so don't call me and don't mail me. Don't talk to me until you've changed. Get rid of the poison that's in your veins. Find a new way to entertain your lonesome self for some positive gain. Maintain a life of sobriety, quit drinking and kill the anxiety.
It's the same thing, everyday. Come home late and you're this way.
Now it's time, I've got to go.
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Jungo Benko Tel Aviv, Israel
Three established musicians who met in Tel Aviv. A meeting that led to forming together the power rock band Jungo
Benko
Jason Specter (UK) lead vocals & Guitars
Erik Rutzick (US) lead vocals & Drums
Alon Rosenfeld (TLV) bass
Jungo Benko recorded their first EP at the end of 2013 and have began gigging locally in TLV delivering a live show experience unlike any others.
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