Sessions of Terror and Piss (Not Punk Session #6)

by The Coltranes

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Not Punk Records: www.notpunk.bandcamp.com

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released June 12, 2012

The Coltranes live session recorded at The Dial warehouse on 5-15-2012 in Murrieta, CA

artwork by Cameron Puleo
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Track Name: Everything I Dream
I wish this sinking world could lift beneath my feet,
and rearrange in patterns enigmatically.
and I wish this fucking world could swallow me complete,
or cut my fucking tongue so I can't speak.
Lately I breathe a lot.
It puts pressure on my heart,
that's building up neurosis underneath.

And I say,
Fuck places that I've never seen.
I savor everything I dream.
and fuck people that have never been.
You have no place as my best friend.

No shimmering waters and no cold Alaskan sands,
It can't be colder than my hands.
Track Name: DBDA
Black obelisk, tower over me.
Must I take the risk and climb absurdity?
Destroy your body and die alone.
Caught up in a storm; the cross hairs of the sun.
Taking every form, humanity is shunned.
Destroy your body and die alone.
Track Name: Boxcutter/Little Boys
I felt all the bliss you knew,
when I grow up I'm gonna look
like you.
Pig rots the rot gut glue,
let him bleed out, eat shit, look
through.

And I knew the ground would fall,
if steadiness could stall.
And I've felt that it's the best,
to lift up from my chest.

It fell from the brazen branch,
that sizzles and sticks to the
young boys pants.
It tears through with a little pull,
and shaves the hair to feel the
skull.

Give me something I have never
seen before,
I need your skin on my skin
lying limp and on the floor.
How could you know who I am,
you've never seen my face.
The underlying rattling will
strike you in to place.

Fate won't be warded,
I felt it too.
When I fucked your little boys,
my spirit came in you.
Track Name: Bland
I fell too hard,
I wished my dog could talk.
In pain, I love;
self-sufficient or not.

Raping lovers, breaking hands,
and hopeless bodies I can't stand.
I know that it might be bland.

I came, I stopped,
I felt my body drop.
In pain, I sought;
self-sufficient or not.

I came, I lost
my sanctity and cross.