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Leaned a mattress up against the window
Like Howard Hughes in a screening room
Got out the candles lade them out before me
Said a prayer above, “let this be my tomb”
All the creatures outside my window
I hear them scream now the sun is gone
Beasts from below, spat up on the surface
Bella and Boris will feud ‘till dawn
There’s no one left at the end of the bloodbath
No Barbara Crampton or Jamie Leigh
I’m all alone all up in this room now
It's not so fun when the final girl’s me
Leaned a mattress up against the window
Like Howard Hughes in a screening room
Got out the candles lit them up before me
Oh god let this be my tomb
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2. |
The Battle of Kadesh
02:35
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Pray to great Kumarbi
We who mastered the wheel
Egypt before us
Chariots on battlefield
No greater force arrayed
For Muwatalli our king
Intel on the enemy
All signs say we win
And as we march
We lay claim
All of Syria
Will know our name
Ford the river
To outflank the rear
Gore so terrifying
You can’t imagine being here
With our deaths in front of us
And a stalemate beyond
Hittite Neshians
We lay our lives down
But as we march
We lay claim
All of Syria
Will know our name
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3. |
Song for Blaze Bailey
02:08
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They say being in a band
Is like being in a marriage
So when Bruce wanted back
You got the boot from Steve Harris
All through the ‘90s
They didn’t take to your voice
So when Bruce wanted back
I guess Steve had no choice
But you were there
For real world tours
You and Eddy under hot lights
The crowd howling for more
Screaming Fans
And Devil Horns
The things that you had dreamed of
Since before you were born
Still tour Europe
Just about nonstop
Out with Paul Di'Anno
Maiden singers time forgot
Shop a record
Just to see who bites
And guest during Paul’s set
On “Wrathchild” tonight
And then in June
Dates in Brazil
Once a Learjet now a Ford van
The same boulder up a hill
Screaming Fans
And Devil Horns
The things that you had dreamed of
Since before you were born
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Goths on the Beach
01:43
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They did their makeup with aplomb
They put some Richard Blade on
But their hearts weren’t really in it
Yeah the feelings all wrong
They said “the normies won’t give us the side eye"
the way that they used to
No matter what we do”
So they fixed themselves a plan
To go where everybody's tan
Cause that coastal town will freak when they blast those darkwave bands
Goths on the beach!
And now they know what you’re thinking
Robert Smith or Tilda Swinton
But their reference point goes farther
Than you could ever know
They’re playing Clan of Xymox and Love Spirals Downwards
Or anything on Projekt Records
So all families beware
At the sight of their dark hair
Cause their hearts are growing colder in the hot summer air
Goths on the beach!
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5. |
Song for Eric Bloom
02:53
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Sometimes I wonder if Eric Bloom ever gets pissed
That Buck Dharma sang all of Blue Oyster Cult’s hits
Eric was the lead singer, but not on any charting tunes
Did he wanna grab the mic when they tracked “Burning for You”?
When they did “Don’t Fear the Reaper” it's not like they could tell
That one day there’d be t-shirts emblazoned with a plea for more cowbell
And when Buck sang “Godzilla” I mean how you even gonna talk?
You hear that riff once and you know the singles locked
But if that’s the price it takes to be in a band that good
I mean who among us wouldn’t, I know I sure would
And of course he hit the big time, world tours and good money
And all the real heads know he kills it on “Astronomy"
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Sunlight on the capital steps
Here in Bithynia where soon I'll be dead
I'm a guest of honor
I eat their meat drink their wine
Consumed by hatred
Never crossing the line
But when my enemies say I can
I will come come home
30 years since i brought Rome to her knees
Blood soaked soil of Cannae, a distant memory
Inertia of my life's work
Now that the klaxon calls halt
I'll die in exile
They'll sew my city with salt
But when my enemies say I can
I will come come home
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I don’t wanna avoid it
Anymore
Don’t ask where I’ve gone
Just know I’m safe
Don’t let mom and dad know
That's not your cross to take
But you
I’ll miss you ‘till the end of time
So when I leave in the morning
With you still asleep
Just know I’ve gone where I’m happy
To graze with faithful sheep
But you
I’ll miss you ‘till the end of time
One or two more
My body was an open sore
What did you expect
When they told me what the pain was for
And I don’t wanna avoid it
But you…
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8. |
Best Supporting Actress
03:36
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For her first film roll
Lee Grant got an Oscar nom
For best supporting actress
In 1951
But McCarthy had other plans
And she wouldn’t testify against her man
For her troubles, spent a decade
Out of work
Best supporting actress ‘51
All through the ‘50s
Blacklisted and divorced
Life lived on the margins
Trying to stay the course
That kinda thing would kill most of us
Losing it all after having so much
How’d she keep, her head up
To become
Best supporting actress ‘75
So build it up
Star on Peyton Place
She took HUAC’s bullshit
And shoved it in their face
Warren Beatty on the set of Shampoo
Said he couldn’t do the films without you
You’re a legend, even then
It was true
Best supporting actress ‘51
And into the ‘80s
Here to stay
Cause Down and Out in America
Still hits the same today
Moved behind the camera gracefully
Making issue docs with artistry
Living proof
Of the length
Of a life
Best supporting actress ‘75
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