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(A) Flux of Pink Indians (E)
Put these guys on tonight for the first time in ages. Totally kicked my ass and I can see why they were one of the bands that made me pick up my bass. I'm more down with playing headbanger crust nowdays but whatever this is one of the places all that dope shit sprang from.
Another one of those bands that get overshadowed by two certain bands but made them look like morons. More to say and more inventive with their tunes. The Strive to Survive/Neu Smell album is killer. Preachy in places but whatever you don't have to follow anyones doctrine do you? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flux_of_Pink_Indians |
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They Lie
We Die They Lie We Die...... |
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couple of the more well known tunes.... Fugazi ended up owning this style of bass line but these two are killer:
Background Of Malfunction man created greed a choice of who to feed a choice to live or die a choice to smile or cry a love to give to all to make, to beg or crawl a life there and the plans a pass to say was mans iventions like the bomb a device to stop what's wrong a chance to create a life similar to the last road to follow straight animal to fill the plate death that is so sad rituals that are not mad like eating what is dead i thought that made man sad obviously not the same breed animals to be tame so man can show the fists cos only man exists lion eats a man man invades it's land man prods it with a gun always proving man has won o lion eats all but shoes big business on the news shocks, horrors family's stuffing all the bleeding meat in "what a savage it ate a man, I won't feed the lion's in the zoo again" "this steak is a lovely piece of meat , I fancy a bit of rabbit next week" "come on Thomas eat it up , sometimes i don't think you were worth the fuck!" Sick Butchers I used to graze in a field, I used to breathe - I used to be alive Did chew the grass in the field Could see and hear the world around me See and fear man around me Had a virgin skin but now sold in supermarkets Now studded blankets Used to hear the birds and the cars going by And the people going by, they were my destiny They were my reason, my purpose in this field For their plates their cold bodies their car seat covers My soul for your soles of shoes You may like my taste you may like my warmth It may say in the bible that you can eat me ...but I don’t want to die You try to stroke me in a field then go home And eat me as your meal and like I said earlier preachy but whatever take what you want out of it. The music speaks for itself. |
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