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Dead Sounds

by Kreeps

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1.
You can buy anything you want ­ your heart's black You don't care for nothing and you never look back Dreaming about someone elses's life it can't last Cause you ain't June Carter and I'm not Johnny Cash And I can't see anything that I want No I can't see anything that I want I saw you taking pictures down in the hall You didn't look like nothing at all But they say you found the holy grail underneath your black chewed down fingernails And you didnt have nothing to say You never stop talking anyway Afraid you'll be so yesterday cause you heard that they're giving that style away well you belong to the dead generation we're all living in a zombie nation Fear yourself
2.
Cold Heart twisted spine it's all mine give me back my health cold heart twisted spine alright I don't care about nobody else I dug a hole now you're slipping inside I've dragged it out too long this time to make it work with you You can tell just by the way we sleep that we are through Your body's got no secrets left for you to tell cold heart and twisted spine can't care for no­ one else i dug a hole now you're slipping inside alright.
3.
My poor brain sure is cooked My poor brain sure is fried just like the night that my baby lied My poor brain sure is fried I broke her heart then she broke mine and left her footprints all down my spine another morning at the funeral home nobody picking up the telephone my eyes are bloodshot and heavy as lead it's got me feeling like the walking dead cold sweeping right into my bones no conversation though I'm never alone My poor brain sure is cooked My poor brain sure is broke I grabbed her neck and she began to choke My poor brain sure is broke Murdering my baby like it ain;t no joke I'm gonna squeeze until I hear that croak Someone behind me now with every step sucking the smoke out of my cigarette waiting for me to show and pay my debts i'm breaking out in a cold cold sweat i don;t forgive and i never forget they ain't found a better way to kill me yet My poor brain sure is cooked My poor brain sure is fried Just like the night that my baby died My poor brain sure is fried I broke her heart then she broke mine and left her footprints all down my spine she left her footprints all down my spine she left her footprints all down my spine
4.
Bug Eyed Boy 04:46
I was born in a crash with my mouth undone so bitter with my tongue tied round the sun i was born and the storm didn't stop for weeks since then i've been chewing my rusted teeth well maybe i'm the one to blame for making me what i became maybe i'm the one to blame for tarring me with my own name well im the bug eyed boy yes i'm the bug eyed boy what can you do when you're drowned in modern junk the colours all being drained just take a look the radio and the teevee moves too quick and all you hipster fashionistas make me sick but maybe i'm the one to blame for making me what i became maybe i'm the one to blame for tarring me with my own name well im the bug eyed boy yes i'm the bug eyed boy did you ever hear a word those people said repeat the phrase like you're one of the living dead stealing this stealing that till there's no more fun so out of style now you're out there on your own well maybe i'm the one to blame for making me what i became maybe i'm the one to blame for tarring me with my own name well i'm the bug eyed boy yes i'm the bug eyed boy
5.
Oh burning world bring me a girl with fire in her hair and broken memory for i am returning to ground from oceans afar where i drown'd in all the voices i found rusted horns of revelie and there ain;t much today to make me want to stay and it might sound strange but it's true oh burning world bring me a pearl with broken wings to unfurl and fire in her hands for i am returning to sea to disappear as in dream forever asleep and unseen washed up gently on the sand
6.
White Trash 01:57
"America loves white trash jailbait" i heard Andre telling my cocaine cellmate Would you like to star in our next home movie? Or disgrace yourself on national TV For insect parasites in the companies Junkies feeding off your vitality America loves white trash jailbait I'm only living now just to abuse your namesake they'll suck you dry and then dissect you and your mass exposure can't protect you From insect parasites in the companies Junkies feeding off your vitality
7.
Everything still looks the same its a liars club put your hand in my hand but it's all in vain and it's sometimes hard to say looking in from the cold with this taste in my mouth that i can't explain its days like these you know you're done the sun won't rise for anyone so it get's into my brain it's the way she looks and the things she says when she's got no shame maybe i should start again keep my daggers drawn force a smile through my teeth but it's not the same its days like these you know you're done the sun won't rise for anyone something for the haunted few
8.
Asleep beneath the floorboards no i ain't no family man I crawled all the way home to a burned out rusty can i can't keep my food down since my woman went insane it's a lack of food or sleep or beetles in the brain but i'm a see my baby ­ she gonna make it alright i'm gonna see my baby ­ she's out of sight She's got a walk real loose at the hips kill you with the way she stands the top button barely stay on her shirt she's got it all in the right place man I disconnect my telephone to the tv do the same don;t you know we're all going blind and you don;t wanna know my name but i'm a see my baby ­ she gonna make it alright i'm gonna see my baby ­ she's out of sight When she got the high heels on everybody stop and stare nobody knows what to do with themselves she give you a look that sets fire to your hair my baby ­ she gonna make it alright i'm gonna see my baby ­ she's out of sight i got a hole in belly like my throat got cut and insects in my brain I need somethng for the hex removal i need something for the burning pain my baby ­ she gonna make it alright i'm gonna see my baby ­ she's out of sight
9.
Keep wide wake pushing sleep away lights leaving all my senses frayed vampires are dancing the bloody spray so get on your kness and pray for a getaway skin's burning up like the Devil's son our fractured heartbeats weigh a ton those past mistakes can't be undone we've got no love for anything or anyone sucking up blood drinking from necks for fun hiding from the sun dead sounds surround come on come on dead mind and black eyes your limbs are bent i'd break your heart just to pay the rent feeding on young girls is heaven sent there's no­one to trust and no­one you don't resent skin's burning up like the Devil's son our fractured heartbeats weigh a ton those past mistakes can't be undone we've got no loving for anything or anyone sucking up blood drinking from necks for fun hiding from the sun dead sounds surround come on come on
10.
she said "I'm tired of the rain just want to smoke and drink this being out on the scene it ain't as cool as you think" so burn cigarette burn if that's the only way you'll learn but you know it sucks your soul down into the ash Well I cursed your fucked up little heart even though i truly loved you from the start so turn tables turn if that's the only way you'll learn though you know a scratched record never reaches the end it never reaches the end You've got a habit of turning my green eyes black but now your boy is gone and he's never coming back so burn cigarette burn if that's the only way you'll learn though you know ­ all you can really do is laugh all you can do is laugh

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released October 20, 2010

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Kreeps Seattle, Washington

While Dazed and Confused described Kreeps as "the best of the dressed in black bunch", Loud and Quiet magazine hailed Kreeps' doomed surf pop as "the best soundtrack to a Pulp Fiction that was never made or David Lynch's next feature". A real best-kept secret for longer than most bands sustain entire careers, Kreeps are an enigma wrapped up in a ball of dark, dark wool. ... more

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