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C.E.O.
04:00
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The moon is now full so the darkness won't come.
Its daytime tonight and it tugs at my heart.
Inside of my head my blood smells like iron,
like working with lead I'll get gold out of yours.
I am not in the streets, I am not in the clubs.
I am inside your head I am inside your blood.
I'll guide you around, I'll make you like me.
I'll take what your worth and I'll leave you empty.
CH
You work all week, you wait for tonight.
You think you are free I laugh in moonlight.
I paid you all week you'll be mine tonight.
You'll give it all back you will give me your life.
I'm all that you want and I have what you need.
We'll meet in the graveyard you'll finally see.
All you'll see till then is designed by me.
Your body and brain is a commodity.
You've been mine since birth, You've been mine everyday.
I know what your worth, its your blood that I crave.
I own all the earth, I allow you to stay.
Everything that you do will help me get my way.
C.E.o
DMM
12/12/11
8:20pm
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I am Governor Jerry Brown.
You know that I'm back in town.
I hope you all like the Grateful Dead.
Garcia tie designs are on display.
I will be Fuhrer one day.
I will command all of you.
Your kids will meditate in school.
And they think they're doing something new!
CH
California! Uber Alles!
Sacramento! Uber Alles!
Uber Alles! California!
Uber Alles! Albany, Austin!
Zen Fascists will control you
100% Natural!
You will jog for the master race.
And always wear a happy face.
Can't you see through their thin veneer?
A suit and tie covers lies and fear.
The hippies will act just the same.
Mellow out or you will pay.
Take one of these and it will be OK.
CH-
California! Uber Alles!
Hollywood! Uber Alles!
Uber Alles! California!
Uber Alles! Washington D.C.!
Now it is 1984.
Can't get enough so vote for more.
America will have security.
As long as all of us never are free.
Come quietly to the camp.
There's a meth lab in the van.
Don't you know that we have the power?
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.
Die on drugs and organic gas.
From Mexico or Afghanistan.
Things will never change in this town.
Because my name is Governor Brown.
Do not mess with President Brown.
California Uber Alles
DMM
1/19/12
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3. |
Bomb Monaco
02:19
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The walls around us have been paid for
They were built before we got here
No one has a roof above their head
So never mind your house on the coast
We're not like you, we won't hide
We'll never have a choice but to be here
Tear it all down, they have declared war
They can't hide, they are so near
Frank Sinatra sings, while someone lost a bet.
Vacation time, while we are working
We'll always have to stay inside
While money trickles down at their leisure!
(Ch) Bomb Monaco, blast them away! Graffiti bomb Wall St. today! So they wise up in Washington D.C. !
Banks own your home and they will want more
They will never shed a tear
If their finances go into the red.
They'll drink Bordeaux and stop at nothing
To make sure they're safe inside
While everyone else here is insecure
The rain is acid within our storms
Our earthquakes are nuclear
You'll die if you don't do just what they said
Your towns and cities have no ceiling
You cant afford one if you tried
So abolish the Federal Reserve!
BOMB MONACO
7/13/11 P.M. - 7/14/11 A.M.
DMM
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4. |
Stratication
02:54
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Love is all that we need in this world,
know what you want and get more.
You'll never care what gets in your way.
You think it's love but it's war.
So, draw a mustache on Georges face,
Before you pass your next bill
Love has created a Fascist place,
it has made one out of you
Ivy league institutions
Make masters every year
Yet answers remain fruitless
For problems that are near
Let's go and find some problems
We'll wait around 'till dark
Because we have our reasons
But you don't think we're smart
We're living in the shadows
We're hanging in the park
You drive down avenues
But your afraid to park
So hire more police
And saturate the streets
Turn us into criminals
Charge us to pay for peace
Stratication
DMM
7/11
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5. |
Interview with Uncle Sam
01:42
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HA!
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You found your true love
You told me last night
But it has no name
It hides in the street
It's not from above
You think your in flight
The blood in your veins
The dirt in the street
So where are the children
Lost somewhere in space
But they had no name
So who could you tell?
So how do you know
For they had no face
The blood in your veins
Has brought us to hell
And where are you going? We're all going home. Bedrooms of liquid and houses of bone. There's no place to go anymore.
Each night the sun sets. Each night you arise. You have changed your name. Your married to lies. There's no place to go anymore.
You know they will pay
You laugh at the world
You take what you want
And walk out the door
Don't care what they say
But you should have heard
That your not defiant
Because you want more
The sun travels west
And brings us the dark
There you have followed
In search of the moon
In love you invest
For you have no heart
Your moneys your blood
Your burnt silver spoon
A Song For Sadie Rose
DMM
6/30/11
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7. |
Loons
03:00
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Bomb Monaco Saranac Lake, New York
Bomb Monaco is an Independent recording project with various members. We are loosely based around the genres of Punk Rock, Reggae/Latin, Progressive Rock, and Noise Music. We are very experimental in our process so anything may grab our attention as long as we can have fun with it! We are currently based out of upstate New York. ... more
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