The Oblong dance session - Uncut (Parental Guidance required!)
- Length: 5:50
- Rating: 5.00 (1 ratings)
- Views: 31' favoriteCount='1
- Author: englandrp
Tags: clank class dance electronic electronica oblong spooky
Right, here we go...! It's the swap shop dance elongated in one direction.... The Oblong session in it's un-edited (expletive-ridden) form. Let's slip into a mermaid and... Craig...! Stop being a maverick!The Russian Ark's not a patch on this!Music (destroyed by iffy software called iTunes): Spooky
End of the world, Doomsday 2012????
- Length: 9:59
- Rating: 5.00 (4 ratings)
- Views: 231' favoriteCount='4
- Author: staryoshi100
Tags: 2012 asteroid dead destroyed doomsday earth End fire flood meteor music of planet space star staryoshi100 the world
*DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS* *VIDEO VIEWER DESECRATION IS ADVISED*as far as my research gone I keep seeing pages and videos that the world is coming to an end in 2012, now I don't know if that's really true and I hope not, But you never know and looking at this video I put together here, it looks horrible, All life whipped out, Mankind gone forever, your family, your friends, and everything you know and love GONE.
10. Stabbing Art To Death
- Length: 6:47
- Rating: ( ratings)
- Views: 179
- Author: CommunistNihilist
Stabbing Art To DeathShowbreadNo Sir, Nihilism Is Not PracticalShall we use needles or knives to realign your spine?the tissue degenerates so rapidlyperhaps it proves it is the time to cover your faceand smile at me to see if I am out of sight,denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight,you're such a wonderful person to knowand my name will rest in utter disdainmy resentment receives its wings for flightyou deceitfully stroll on just the same into your holy lightWith music destroyed, we'll only create noisesweet dissonance is all that you'll have leftwe'll dance across its gravethe art of singing empty praise with knives of hope and peace stab art to deathI've watched it on its drugsand I've seen the doctors shrug cerebellums withered up,the heart is blackNo scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales pitchwill ever bring the art that's dying backand so we are the heirs, of this glowing lack of care our hearts in one discordwe all cry out for blood and spit we clap, the amps are feeding backmy heart is filled with the one to whom I shoutAnd glowing you speak in the friendliest tongue in sentiments of goldand oh the sweetest songs are sung and the sweetest lies are toldso spread this virus and seek yourself you pursue it quite relentlessly when Sunday comesyou'll raise hands to sing what a glorious sight to seeYet I see true art, I see her, and I see youand Father you inspire me to sing to youyou inspire me to sing to youBurn all the flags and the money, sacrifice and laughThe light in your eyes reflects and I see myselfand all I want to be for you I'll give everything,just to linger on your lips and feel your fingertips, you are an angelArt is not the world, art is in our heartAnd so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ringmy princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo,my heart will sing if art is in yourself,or in a class at school if art is ego and selfishness,and at the mercy of primitive tools we sing sweet good-byes in screams and screechesand bury these knives in your heartno paintings or poems to let you live onwe've seen the last of art as servants and loverswe wash your feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty,the love you bring me stabs these knives right into art art is not the world,art is in our heartsStab art to death...
Showbread - Stabbing Art To Death
- Length: 6:48
- Rating: 4.50 (2 ratings)
- Views: 197' favoriteCount='4
- Author: xmusicxxisxxlovex
Tags: Art Death Is Lyrics Music Nihilism No Not Practical Raw Rock Showbread Sir Stabbing To
Song: Stabbing Art To DeathBand: ShowbreadAlbum: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not PracticalLyrics:Shall we use needles or knives to realign your spine?The tissue degenerates so rapidlyPerhaps it proves it is the time to cover your faceAnd smile at me to see if I am out of sightDenying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonightYou're such a wonderful person to knowAnd my name will rest in utter disdainMy resentment receives its wings for flightYou deceitfully stroll on just the same into your holy lightWith music destroyed, we'll only create noiseSweet dissonance is all that you'll have leftWe'll dance across its graveThe art of singing empty praise with knives of hopeAnd peace stab art to deathI've watched it on its drugsAnd I've seen the doctors shrugCerebellums withered upThe heart is blackNo scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales pitchWill ever bring the art that's dying backAnd so we are the heirs, of this glowing lack of careOur hearts in one discordWe all cry out for blood and spit we clapThe amps are feeding backMy heart is filled with the one to whom I shoutAnd glowing you speak in the friendliest tongueIn sentiments of goldAnd oh, the sweetest songs are sungAnd the sweetest lies are toldSo spread this virus and seek yourselfYou pursue it quite relentlessly when Sunday comesYou'll raise hands to sing what a glorious sight to seeYet I see true artI see her and I see youAnd Father you inspire me to sing to youYou inspire me to sing to youBurn all the flags and the moneySacrifice and laughThe light in your eyes reflects and I see myselfAnd all I want to be for you I'll give everythingJust to linger on your lips and feel your fingertipsYou are an angelArt is not the worldArt is in our heartAnd so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ringMy princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo,My heart will sing if art is in yourselfOr in a class at school if art is ego and selfishnessAnd at the mercy of primitive toolsWe sing sweet good-byes in screams and screechesAnd bury these knives in your heartNo paintings or poems to let you live onWe've seen the last of art as servants and loversWe wash your feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty,The love you bring me stabs these knives right into artArt is not the worldArt is in our heartsStab art to death
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