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Lettuce Prey
01:27
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Bow your heads
In fervent reverence
Let the leaves shed
Do you remember the salad days?
Plants are people too
Plants have feelings too
Plants are people too
Plants are like me and you
Plants are people too
Plants have feelings too
Don't fuck with plants
They might eat you
Amen
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Metamorphosis
00:35
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I linger in forgotten dreams
Where people once were nice to see
How'd it come to this?
I've made myself a cocoon of trash
Now I wait to become a piece of garbage
Metamorphosis
Hey, God! I hope you're there
I want you to hear my prayer
That graven image on my shelf
Is it really you or just myself?
Hey, God! I hope you're there
I want you to hear my prayer
That graven image on my shelf
Is it really you or just myself?
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Sadcore
00:25
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I can't sleep
I can't eat
I sleep too much
I eat too much
I want to cry
I want to die
Every pessimist's a realist
Because everything is shitty
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Clap on, clap off
00:35
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Clap on, clap off
Clap on, clap off
The lights they flicker
The lights they're on
The lights they're off
The lights, the lights
Clap on, clap off
Clap on, clap off
Pelvic pain
Penile discharge
Vaginal discharge
Burning piss
Clap on, clap off
Clap on, clap off
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Dead Things
00:40
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Where have all the dead things gone?
Down into the sewer where they're fed upon?
Where have all the dead things gone?
Up into the sky where their god is from?
Where have all the dead things gone?
Does anybody know? Death lasts for so long
Where have all the dead things gone?
Do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know?
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6. |
Deathseeker
02:26
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I paint in red with a steel brush
Hell awaits the unsheathing of my blade
Shrill screams followed by crimson cascades
Unable to stop until the voices hush
Severing sovereign strings of life
Linear, lucid, lamenting strife
Stop, quit, end the pain
Slash, cut, stab, remain
My blade glistens and creates a red mist
Time stands still as I cut through limbs
There is a pool of blood where dead bodies swim
And a dishonored hero doomed to exist
Severing sovereign strings of life
Linear, lucid, lamenting strife
Stop, quit, end the pain
Slash, cut, stab, remain
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Al Gore Rhythm
01:18
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Fabric unravels in my hands
I can't keep up with these demands
Faces change as time goes by
But what I see isn't with my eyes
As the answers change from four to three
I begin to lose my grip on reality
Two plus two used to equal four
But no one seems to know anymore
I don't know what I should trust
I'm bound to hell like Sisyphus
The sky, the grass, the human mind
They're not all grey because I'm colorblind
Nothing is just black and white
Even chess pieces are grey when they have to fight
As the answers change from four to three
I wonder if I'm the only that sees clearly
Two plus two used to equal four
But no one seems to know anymore
I don't know what I should trust
I'm bound to hell like Sisyphus
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Free Kittens
01:30
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There's a box in the gutter filled with infantile imps
Cute little devils, so smug and primp
They tempt passersby with their mewling cries
But there's death hidden deep in their eyes
Free kittens
Plot your death
Free kittens
Steal babies breath
Free kittens
Get yours now
Free kittens
Meow, meow, meow
I want chicken, I want liver, meow mix, meow mix, please deliver (in cat)
I want chicken, I want liver, meow mix, meow mix, please deliver (in cat)
We took one home to our lovely daughter
Not expecting the inevitable slaughter
We let the kitten sleep in our daughters bed
Woke up the next morning and found our daughter dead
Free kittens
Plot your death
Free kittens
Steal babies breath
Free kittens
Get yours now
Free kittens
Meow, meow, meow
Cats Rule Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. fuck your money
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
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Fido follows no direction
as all dogs, he demands attention.
Easily bored when ignored,
Fido bumps into a computer
Overexciteable
Fucking dog
Introduce a setting with no open seats,
Fido thinks himself a lap beast.
With no concept of personal space,
Fido puts his paws in your face.
Overexciteable
Fucking dog
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10. |
Broken Eagle
00:48
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I no longer sail the skies
My broken wings no longer fly
I'm a fractured fumbling feeble creature
Just another broken eagle
Spinning in circles
Spinning in circles
I fail to lift myself from the ground
Banshee-like screams my only sound
I'm a fractured fumbling feeble creature
Just another broken eagle
Spinning in circles
Spinning in circles
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Birds in the Window
00:36
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There are birds in my air conditioner
They wake me up in the morning
It's too cold outside to turn it on
It's too cold in my room to turn it on
But I want dead birds to make things out of
Because I'm creepy and find bones fascinating
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Buffalo Bill
01:20
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Don't bite the hand that feeds
I gives it what it needs
But it should be content and shut its mouth
But it cries out its soul
Says it doesn't like its hole
But I gives it everything
Now it rubs the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
And now it puts the lotion in the basket
I said it puts the fucking lotion in the basket
Then when its skin is nice and loose
I finish my little ruse
Pull it from its hole and take its skin
Make a real nice coat
A real nice looking coat
Then ask it some questions in the mirror
Would you fuck me?
I'd fuck me
I'd fuck me so hard
Ya, I'd fuck me so hard
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Lullabies
02:34
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Don't you go out
The streets aren't safe
The night is young
The day is late
So stop right there
It's dark at night
The rats are out
It's way too late
So hush little baby don't say a word
Mamma's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
I'm gonna grab it by the neck and wring, wring, wring
The woods are bleak
They aren't real nice
The trees have ears
No secrets in there
So don't talk loud
Whisper quietly
Stick together
They feed on fear
So rockabye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
And when the bow breaks, the cradle will fall
And the baby will break; spine, skull, and all
The plague is black
A zoonotic disease
Circulating mainly
In rodents and fleas
Swollen lymph nodes
Chills and gangrene
A high fever
Muscle cramps and seizures
So ring around the rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
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Etc. Etc. Etc. Columbus, Ohio
Defunct as of Dec. 4th, 2017. Check out projects by former band members in the links
below.
reflexmachine.bandcamp.com
opeband.bandcamp.com
hurricaneditka.bandcamp.com
biggay.bandcamp.com
... more
Etc. Etc. Etc. recommends:
Culture Control
by Minority Threat
Probably one of the most important bands from Columbus.
go to album
Roy's Garage
by Stomp The Condor
Weirdos we played a lot of shows with.
go to album
Big Table No People
by Stella Research Committee
More weirdos we played a lot of shows with.
go to albumIf you like Etc. Etc. Etc., you may also like:
The Canadian noise-rock trio adds a new post-punk dimension to their signature sound.
go to album
"Red, Wet & Bruised" LIVE TOUR TAPE
by Period Bomb
A wacky mix of live tracks, demos, covers and phone conversations from the ever-fierce Period Bomb.
go to album
The great new record from this Leeds band pairs brawny arrangements with furious, bug-eyed vocals.
go to album
