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Black Moth Cult
05:15
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She's calling you down the undercroft: a massive whisper, nice and soft.
Ride accross the endless valley, there's a place where you need to stay.
'Cause you the one who sold the sun,
away from soft-created sons.
A mother fungus blind mind killer.
Unsuspected colors all around, you may feel the rain fall on the ground.
The Moth is calling up the boy, superior Nature calling us all.
Oh she's a black queen of all inception, a quintessential convolution.
Down in this vault ain't no way back, Monster Moth is calling all the boys home!
Drifting down along the river, crossed the line beneath the never.
See all the things you never learn,
you're getting close enough to burn
within this tantric architecture.
Unsuspected colors all around, you may feel the rain fall on the ground.
The Moth is calling up the boy, superior Nature calling us all.
Carnal breathing corridor, your face is on the door.
Wanton young blind beauties find the architect of your own mind.
Do you want to feel their eyes caress your conscience with desire?
Feel their heavy hair, memories on your cosmic mind...
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Sheer Dropping Suns
03:33
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Bringing onto the surface of a metabold stellar sick kinda sower
Here's a wicked world generator mean gods wanna drive as a mower
Unearthing the true mystic Cobra, there's a trip no one eles's aware of.
Let your mind dissapear under the soothing effect of a brain flood
Let your mind dissapear under the soothing effect of a brain flood
(We're gonna strand these lunatics)
So we're gonna strand these lunatics.
Thrill ain't gone, briving and thorough,
Riders come in sealing goal.
Real and bold, briving in sorrow,
Riders kinda slain and drawn.
Let your mind dissapear under the soothing effect of a brain flood
Let your mind dissapear and die...
Dude it's alright, dude it's alright 'cause we're gone.
So we're gonna strand these lunatics.
Thrill ain't gone, briving and thorough,
Riders come in sealing goal.
Real and bold, briving in sorrow,
Riders kinda slain and drawn.
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The Whale Road
01:23
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Redwitch
03:14
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Electric girl I know you're sorry 'bout the million burning souls,
Your scarlet rose's speaking on the road to the end of us all.
And now you're crawling through the briars, see if they can follow you all.
Redwitch
Leave trails for them straight to the sun,
Orchid girls love whispering Moths.
Evening stars are bleeding on the horizon,
Goddess shine in new-born devastation.
Now on your way to this temple milking every woman around,
unmovable oh secret mountain for you only way to collide.
The biggest magnet on this planet's right enough to see you're a liar.
Redwitch
Leave trails for them straight to the sun,
Orchid girls love whispering Moths.
Evening stars are bleeding on the horizon,
Goddess shining new-born devastation.
Redwitch
Redwitch
Redwitch
Redwitch
Redwitch
Redwitch
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From the Woods
04:27
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It's all right girl, know how cunning love is always, always gotta run in solitary.
Bright Son has fallen million years to come from the future, He's come to say:
Overwhelming red sensation, mystic celebration, shears of Nature calling through myself,
Please, I don't need you to recoil,
I never asked you to be loyal.
Roguish soulless sorority.
Stubborn damn, you little one.
You live together and die alone.
Dark horses always have to pay.
She's fine, well... just another ghost is locked in deep into her molten sanctuary.
Don't judge the ripeness of our sullen boy, name it fearful symetry...
Sisters drawling giant blind horse riding, how the hell shall I get to your soul? I don't know.
Please, I don't need you to recoil,
I never asked you to be loyal.
Roguish soulless sorority.
Stubborn damn, you little one.
You live together and you die alone.
Dark horses always have to pay.
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Rain in Savannah
04:21
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We've all seen deserters running to Redwood
between old shears, shears of swamp gas.
Looking for redemption where cons can't roll;
Riders never wade old-fashioned crime scenes.
Wine is enough to stay wild a king writing a song.
Wine is enough to say:
Sleepwalking a mile ahead, Wayland, you're running out of luck.
You're falling down, drawn to the South.
Every color's like blood in our black lounge.
It's pouring down like a cascade,
up on the redding scene, your eyes will grasp
Wymore's mother running like a crazy fuck.
Wine is enough to stay wild a king writing a song.
Wine is enough to say:
Sleepwalking a mile ahead, Wayland, you're running out of luck.
You're falling down, drawn to the South.
Look into your eyes...
See what's on your soul...
Rain is to dissolve...
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
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Six Love Goddesses
04:26
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Wherever gone they may be all,
just take a stroll, you'll hear'em roll.
Not like a stone, more like the sound,
sisters playing on the ground,
whirling along some hidden groves...
drawling to the crows.
Nakedness, pure and sultry...
Bathed in a magnetizing glory.
This is how the feeling goes like
a million concentrated souls.
What you have, how much you need to give your love.
Give it away, no matter what they say.
Intoxicating, what the Hell?
They know what it takes to be like a god, this close to the leap of faith.
This wine's old enough to reveal one's world, a gift from the goddesses.
X2
You know when the rain is coming 'cause now you can feel everything,
burning cigarette; 'cause all you need's your mind to dive in.
Try to get away, can you hear what I say?
Easy to confess, it's all you'll ever get.
Some of them will die...
Some of them will say goodbye...
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Mezcalkings
05:38
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You came to find yourself into this maze,
But down the hole they will never find you.
Exactly what you need to feel something.
You crushed your face onto this lurid place.
There's nothing you could do now to understand.
Something wild that lies underneath the death of silent Nature.
If you could just wrap your mind around it for a second, this old creed you know ?
Find a way outta Savannah, avail this water.
He will probably take you to Redwood see all these girls craving for immaculate consistency
Deep in bear territory, I mean, this is what it takes right ? Intensity.
His name is Dusty Wymore, he wanna help you
to find a secret way for Mezcalkings.
I just told him to get lost, down there.
Our home is not a desert but a mountain,
it goes along the bloodlines for the end of time.
Actually that sounds like forever, too long.
Maybe I could there, I mean some day.
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Scum Sculpture
04:55
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Girl, I've gotta say love ain't no my way.
Now, if you're gonna cry, no kiss and no goodbye.
Nothing's coming for your life, your mind is lurking slow.
No way's running out of here.
No invisible insight, no need to burst into tears.
Think there's a world out of this mine,
should be right accross the line.
You know I'm not... persecuted,
"Dead on arrival" is all you wanted!
Do you wanna die? You know, give me a sign...
and I will find a way to save another day.
Cobra's death by the rules, Hell of a lot confused.
Can't you hear what I say? You're coming anyway!
There's venom in your eyes! And now you're paralyzed!
Your soul is on the loose, Hell of a lot to lose...
You're drawning in your lies!
Think there's a world out of this mine,
should be right accross the line.
You know I'm not... persecuted,
"Dead on arrival" is all you wanted!
Well now, you're gonna die.
A secret fire in your eyes, not enough to know.
Watching yourself disappear...
I'm creeping up to see the light, finding my way out of here.
Don't need a broken fuse, no you don't.
Your soul is on the loose, on the loose.
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Vintage Wines
05:44
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About a woman who told me "drive me to the show"
On the dark streets of San Francisco.
About an old man I met, old enough to know
where the many-colored lotuses grow.
About a young girl who taught me
how to keep away from bad company.
About the end of a story,
and nobody else could wrap their mind around it.
You see they're like a vintage wine sleeping tight
somewhere in the back of my head,
adrift on the realms of Time. Thought it was too late.
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Black Moth Cult Toulon, France
Black Moth Cult was born on the French Riviera in 2011. From Sabbath to The Doors, to the enthusiasm for Californian robot- rock and Swedish fuzz, those four lads have just shared their love for music, rocking the shit out of the local scene for the last couple of years. ... more
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