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HEADLIGHTS AND BLACK SPOTS
Packed his bag, left an envelope and hit the road. Wind is rising, white noise roar through the darkest night. Headlights chase away the black spots, black spots of his life. He turns the radio off. The broken pieces of his past. Figured out how to put 'em together. Saw the picture an' gave it a shot. A one-time-chance to get even with this cold, numb hell he made of his life. Of all the damn-weird-situations this one's damn weird big time. He grinned "This is your lucky day." For once he got lucky. Rewind! The night reeks of blood and booze. Sirens wailing in the distance. A back-alley-opportunity. The .45's kickin' like a mule. Guy's goin' down like a ton of coal. Life fades, Hell awaits. Off the city limits, into the shadows. Fugitive. You ask for a license, it could get nasty, officer. Headlights chase away the black spots, black spots of his life.
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Cellophane War
03:11
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CELLOPHANE WAR
Steam's rising from the gutters. Looks like the city will sleep tonight. Everything's so tidy, so scary. Everything's wrapped in cellophane. We leave a smelly trace, shoveling shit against the tide. These houses are scarcely breathing and they hardly shed a tear. One more drink before the war. The truce is over. The 15 minute fames become recurring nightmares. A dance of headless chickens, wrapped up in cellophane.
"How come there's so much rage?" Kneedeep in discontent, filled up and fully charged. The truce is over.
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Bruced
02:11
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BRUCED
And as he stumbled out of the dark, bruises all over and clothes torn. The people stared, then looked the other way. Just another bum - there you got your explanation. A lowlife deadbeat stealin' our air to breathe. And nevermind the bag he's clingin' onto. The car is wrecked like a waterproof plan. He never asked for the darkness. The darkness chose him. And like everything else it came with a price. Father said "you can't outrun your faith." But sure as hell you gotta try.Nevermind the life he's clingin' onto. And the fear of darkness is all around. This is not your fault. There's something inside him, wants to get out and leave him as an empty shell. Stuff you see in your worst nightmares.
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Shitstorm Prophets
03:26
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SHITSTORM PROPHETS
It's like a factory that moans and creaks. Its steel walls they, they seem to shake. Its roof bends towards the floor where too much blood's been spilled. There's nothing like the power in grey suits. The joy you had has turned to ashes in your mouth. And as the years go by. All the promises we'd never keep. Stare at the coast, watch the ships disappear. With so many things left to burn. Embrace yourself. You've come a long way. And friends are more than just one click away. There is no coast. There's no ocean here. So what's your poison? Make sure your cup's filled up. The sun is rising, not a single storms in sight. These nights they give you the business and sleep comes hard these days... for a walking compromise.
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Harlan
02:02
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HARLAN
Take me to this place, Coe Ridge Colony, Kentucky 1866, don‘t ask no questions, don‘t ask. Or take this rope, courtesy from good ol‘ me, make some really nice knot and find yourself some tree. People, they suck, they suck all the time – and that‘s a fact! Most of 'em they really do. „Do they?“, one might ask. „They just do what they‘re supposed to do.“ You got his right, them folks just do what they‘re supposed to do, but…
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She was a Cop
02:54
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SHE WAS A COP
The knock on the door, as loud as a shot. This plain clothes cop so tall he stood. He‘s seen him before, always gave him the creeps. always gave me the creeps. „I have to tell you something, Mr. Whatsyourgoddamnedname ...“ And what‘s comin‘ next, felt like bein‘ hit by a train ... „It‘s about your wife ...“ She was a cop, brave and just a lil bit crooked. She carried a gun on the shooting range we sure had some fun. Next thing he knew this cop went down. Unconcious he lay there, so he took his gun. She owned my heart, had some brains and in her uniform she looked so hot. Then he learned why his wife was dead. She just took her gun and ate it for a snack. Internal Affairs scum had given her hell. I asked some questions and soon I figured out. Didn‘t give a fuck who was who, I 'll kill 'em all. What‘s comin‘ next, please, close your eyes. It‘s gettin‘ ugly now.
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Stillborn Again
03:32
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STILLBORN AGAIN
We know you're desperate 'cause your life didn't work out the way it was meant to be. So you start looking for the next best answer there is to function as a filler for all those blanks or something crippled or broken. And that's when we're entering the game. Our sales are rising, maximum turnover. Take off your glasses, look concerned. Expanding markets. Consciousness Industry. We got rid off the whacky guru shit so that finally everyone can dance to this. If less is more maybe nothing is everything. So now the paint's off. With mindstyle products, maximum turnover. Consumer empathy, emotional design. Expanding markets. Tyranny of Intimacy. There's a brand new cage , it's the hottest shit there is. Become an iGod and buy our snake-oil, or our salvation-app. This is a new dark age and the latest craze there is
Our business model deals hardly with complaints. Sales are exploding.
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iSlaughter 4.0
03:21
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iSLAUGHTER 4.0
the flag was black. it was hoisted on a pole left side of the old dead apple tree. local nihilists were amused and all the cops were confused. the writer ... spat on his hands. body was tense, joints intact. hours of bustin' rocks worked out. the body was tense! the gun was loaded, kevlar was new and ammo he had quite a few. but this was plan b. with guns one can‘t slit throats and that‘s what he wanted to do. the writer loved his knife, he called it his cutting-app. .99 cents up your goddarn ass. thanks payola, that is no big deal. just click and click and back to home. home is where he‘s headin‘ to. and then when he left town his rearview mirror was just red. those i‘s ... those i’s just got on his bad side. so separate the dot from the i.
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Doomsday Device
01:48
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DOOMSDAY DEVICE
If hate was people I would be China. I'm so pissed and sick of being poked upon. And in his head he decorates the nicest warheads, sugar coats 'em for the holidays. But there's no sweet score playin' in the background. I quit watching zombie flicks since they moved in next door. And haunt the streets with their large phones. So in my head lantern stakes are popping out everywhere while duct covers disappear. Like some crazy dictator in a bad need of a haircut. All the doomsday devices are in private collectors hands. The diary of some suicide machine leaves a stale taste in your mouth. The survivors envy the dead. And through the holes in my pockets coins and lighters just slip away. They soothe only your clenched fists. Only place you're goin' is nowhere.
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Evil vs. Baddie
02:32
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EVIL vs. BADDIE
Can‘t undo all bad things i did. And bad things he did. This evil man with blood on his hands. He‘s been suffering the worst. So now he‘s on his way to hunt him down. To hunt me down! To hunt him down! On the sill, moving on all fours. This evil man is on his back. 10 floors up means one long way down. Seems like his time is up. I‘m sick of running, and evil runs fast. Leaving this world, never digged this life. Off he goes, that‘s one hell of a flight. No pictures of his past he has to face. A smile on my lips, I‘m done with this mess. Now this one baddie can rest in peace
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Losing Hand
02:51
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LOSING HAND
This Man had met disaster first time he saw the light. Being born onto the wrong page of one helluva bad written book. The man never understood his fate. His life - just another losing hand. Was he floating? Was he drowning? Death was just the last card to be played. How does it feel to be the one ... the one holding the losing hand. How does it feel to be on God‘s Shitlist number 12? How does it feel to be the one... the one who‘s lost it all. How does this feel? Bad ways lead to a bad end,
some suit who loved the law once said. „There ain‘t no thing as a good end“ And I knew he was right. This man is good in waiting. And waiting is what he does best. He was just asking himself, whose hand held the last card.
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Dim Prospects Vienna, Austria
Dim Prospects is a punk/hc band from Vienna/Austria. The six members have been active, partly together, in various bands in
the last 20 years such as Target of Demand, Those Who Survived the Plague, Knallkopf, Cyruss or Brambilla, just to mention some of them.
www.med-user.net/~dimprospects/
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