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GRENOUER LYRICS
"The Odour O' Folly" (2001)
1. Your Beast Tonight
2. Confident
3. Stabbed By Touch
4. Soulhunters (Spiritual Arches)
5. Skittle Man
6. Death Ought To Wait For Me
7. In-Sect
8. Take On Me (A-HA Cover)
9. Mind Ruins
1. Your Beast Tonight
The weekend sprayed delight blasting far and wideA point of peculiar senseThe table was laid for twoPlain candles lit the roomThat bitch seemed ready to cheerPretty, made to fondle, nearly maddened overLooking forward to the luxuryAn extinguisher, screwy parasite banged a tap at the door"Oh Hallo! Do welcome me or am I late?Hide your dismay, let fornicate, I'm just your beastTo overshadow your stateTo finish with you"She got it , oh babyHer eyes were blueScabby crooky arms grabbed the dutiful victim to captivateThe clew of riven veins, gushing out entrailsCartilaginous substances wavedA damped down crampThe high light of natesA cramp in conclusionThe job looked doneA late admirer pushed open the folds, in a second grew torpidThere was no more girlfriend for him in this worldNot even a dead bodyThe mess all around resembled Hades - the imbrued decorationHe skipped sudden yells right into his ears"Perhaps you'd better stop!"A lustful satire was breeding the pyreA stake scenery, a scary displayCaught in the act hot on the dragAll qualmish and piousThe arrested turnbackSomeone had called policeWhoever else - the BeastThe production was greatHeavy pinioned arms, a truncheons' endearmentSlapdash interrogationsPrecious accusations for a disjointed accountIt wasn't a show at the courtWell, the electric chair for the slaughterwareScreams of the asshole to pray"Lord, oh no, it has been my date, I'm not to blameSet me free, how can it be… Feels like insane…"
2. Confident
Strap me, plague me, would you grip me?Deprecation, insurrectionStill feel alive I'm confidentYearning to cast you downStill feel abused I'm evident to deviate from lawsStill interdicted from rivalry, still got the noxious flamPersonalized monstrositiesInto the world of damnCorpulent prolixitySloppy turbid shamePitiable tenacityUnresponsive vaneThe lackluster zest has rubberized the restCarrion's serenityTawny pallorRack me, fold me, could you hasp me?Overanxious invocationStill feel alive I'm confident, unbearable and extremeStill contradict I'm insolent in desecration of trimI stigmatize, notorious, gonna dispatch my woundsStill outstay I'm glorious, a contumacious coonAaahhh
3. Stabbed By Touch
Sightless as everNormally kindA cripple husbandTried eye for eyeGiving vent to offenceA reinstated eminenceMade amends in a senseChallenging means and endsWinsome and preciousA frivolous maidHad kept him waitingThat freaky moleHe ambushed a missile push Of stratified jealousyA biting clutch, a ruby smudgeAn outrageous lunacyAn inner hound, blood to mountA sticky tongue, an open mouthGreedy want of the hornedUtmost harm, an alarmÑòîé!Stubborn convulsionsAgonized shrieksFearful vengeanceA pegging out chickGaping wounds, reeling loomsA stone-blind injuryA mind collapse, a relapsePunitive dispatchesFulsome haunts, fretful tauntsA rowdy wheeze, an instant squeezeThat flirty sludge was stabbed by touchA throat gap, a stained flap
4. Soulhunters (Spiritual Arches)
Scary thoughts cast, cast lotsThe hell attends my mindA slinking shade with gentle steps acts a gloomy partI fall a prey, I feel the pulse of its wicked lungThe goddamn stranger sucks membranesMasticates behindInhuman habits, oppressor's aimsI flee from its embraceA prior claim of its claimsI run a stumbling raceSoulhuntersBlood stained brains…ArchersNothing really remainsSharp-clawed limbs throw aroundI seem to lie in hidingThen I drive to a frenzyGet into a furyMy affection flies to bitsAll my hopes are dashedA greedy mouth digs intoThe spring of life's compoundSoulhuntersBlood stained brainsThese archersNothing really remainsThe chase anew, realityThe point of intersectionHoney tongue, the heat of gallThe snare has been setTiled walls, doctor's smocksMake me that shitWhile the feeling of pursuitFuels my common zest
5. Skittle Man
Spooky screamsA blow of steamA cock-eyed budyrooSnotty winksA ride on the blinkLousy tricksThe scandal leeksBlack 'n blueYour hair 's filled with glueHardly revealed, hardly relied onStretched to hipsA split is on your lipsThe whole belly has been cutIntertwine your roots, hush down hootsWhat a jerk of miserySwanky habits, turbid shapes, an insecure tensityFall, you've got to fallYour inner world is a piece of shitStroll an endless strollYour head is kicked Excess and sickStale and grimA harp on one stringMesmerized, hypnotizedDeep ablaze, sleepless and flayedThe delirium has set inRetchful nodes, intermittent lopeDopey pies in the skySneaky thoughtsBeing at oddsAn absurd hotshot guyRoll, again you roll, you fuss and strollAnd turn the turtleWhy, why don't you settleYou are about to chill your bonesYeah-yeahAll the mud is yours, all the belchCuffs and bums, corny hurtsA pensive traction, a broody fakeGaudy smart fractured blagueBowl you bowl along, you strike the ball under the lineA rake, as thin as a rakeThe more you hateThe less you know
6. Death Ought To Wait For Me
A pig has launched a pussy's forgeMalignant broods remark with hootsThey waste their time with no concernJust serve one's turnThe matter brooks no delayA senseless quiz to wink your lens, to grab a goalWith no pretence of laying on a downy bedWhich keeps your head above still watersHay-hooAnd I revive and then surviveTo play the proof to pad the hoofI'm on beam I am on wiresMy words are glibHighly inspiredHay-hooAAAHHHThough I had plenty of battles to fightTrouble affairs and sleepless nightsThe noose was fastened around my neck And I replied Death ought to wait for meAAAHHHAnd when it comes I turn Her backWe shake our hands, disperse like friendsThe vital spark flows on againCause I keep saying Death ought to wait for meThey say I was born with a silver spoonThat's not enoughYou should be toughI find amusing an uncertain weakness We must make our lifeWe are a-choosingHay-hoo …ought to wait for me
7. In-Sect
Load of cares, we plod on our wayA certain addiction to lightLeftovers and gick, a bottle of hayThe burrow has been furnished rightShaggy paws, bronzed chitin, membranous pinionsLook out your best to avoid the fall into somebody's clutchesRelative truth keeps on the alertGood reasons to gain heightCommodious instincts are wide on the markOur memory is a blankI am an insect of an amazing worldI praise my essence sticking to the rulesOf the communion sliced into huge foldsHail to my presence with a tremendous boomCrawl, stir, creep, hissAn edible larval chrysalisSelf-assured conceited creaturesAppointed virtuesUnfamiliar with reflectionTiny resourceful destroyersLethal beauty, fatuous orgasmsA voluptuous trendElaborate traps, a proficient chasmRoutine mortal hoursI am a human, tetchy and insaneReincarnative with my clasping stingI am a monster of some other kindHail to my progress in heart-rending frightTread, sneak, fuss, preen
8. Take On Me (A-HA Cover)
We're talking awayI don't know what I'm to sayI'll say it anywayToday's another day to find youShying awayI'll be coming for your love, OK?Take on meTake me onI'll be goneIn a day or twoSo needless to sayI'm odds and ends but that's meStumbling awaySlowly learning that life is OKSay after meIt's no better to be safe than sorryTake on meTake me onI'll be goneIn a day or twoOh the things that you sayIs it live or just to playMy worries awayYou're all the things I've got to rememberYou're shying awayI'll be coming for you anywayTake on meTake me onI'll be goneIn a day or two…
9. Mind Ruins
Flaring knots of benevolenceNerves to cut, overgrownMalty contracts with eleganceA crude and naked and old anthropoid for the privilegedAn execration to gripeTakes refuge in violenceRemains true to typeTwist the wristRaid uponFlattery will not doConsummate, mystifyLittle pigeons can flyBreathe against the tideDice away every rightInterlacing insideLet the fury be whiteLet yourself off your dotOr return to the slopsArmchair love is market mazeIntrospect blatant liesLifelong burdens to carry onDizzy attraction showsSweep your tenacious memoriesPut the world to the sackHarvest folly and ignoranceUse a fearful hackEverything reels beforeYour stark eyeTakes a shineSo wake up paralyzedBeing doubtfully wiseA bloody bastard to dareFrom nowhere to nowhereLaid to waste faint hopes, left to puzzle out knotsTill the end of the daysMankind weeds grow apaceConsummate, mystifyLittle pigeons can flyBreathe against the tideDice away every rightInterlacing insideLet the fury be whiteLet yourself off your dotOr return to the slops So wake up paralyzedBeing doubtfullyA bloody bastard to dareFrom nowhere to nowhereLaid to waste faint hopes, left to puzzle out knotsTill the end of the daysMankind weeds grow apace…
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