The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind in there and
Sometimes a soul,
And the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men drink too much
And nobody finds the one
But keep looking
Crawling in and out of beds.
Flesh covers the bone and the
Flesh searches for more than
Flesh.
There's no chance at all:
We are all trapped
By a singular fate.
Nobody ever finds the one.
The city dumps fill
The junkyards fill
The madhouses fill
The hospitals fill
The graveyards fill
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BUFFTUCK - get yer beef bucked in rough luck.
This one's gratis if you want the sequencer of Tangerine Dream to bang a teapot on your open silverware drawer! thenewspaper
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Amazingly complicated but still catchy. I'd call it math rock but it has way too much guts and spit for that; it's precise but also filthy. The vocals are completely unhinged. I love this band. Really hoping they come to the US on tour sometime soon. Mike Gintz
supported by 7 fans who also own “Alone With Everybody”
the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the sinking. Stavros Niteros