1. |
Mitosis
01:30
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Mitosis is a part of the cell cycle
in which chromosomes
in a cell nucleus
are separated into
identical sets.
The cell cycle.
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2. |
Frog Girl
04:17
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I watch the rain drops fall into the pond
Dreaming. I hear a voice make a soft sound
But then it's gone
I wade through the fog to find the melody
Somewhere, behind all the leaves, I look around
And what I see
Under the rain, the source of the song
a green and blue frog girl by the pond
Call to me,
Skipping stones.
Dip my legs in the pond with you.
Do you like me too?
We talk and joke and sing for hours and hours.
Nighttime, and we run through the rain showers
running back home.
We sit by the fire and drink hot tea.
We hear rain hitting the roof thunderously.
Rain rolls down,
Window panes.
Sitting in the warm, holding you.
Do you like me too?
She says goodbye, waving cast lantern glow.
Softly, I listen to the radio.
In chilly fog I gaze at morning dew.
Hoping for the return of rain and you.
Hey Frog Girl
Come back soon.
Let's spend the whole day, in the rain.
Do you like me too?
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3. |
The Krogilock
02:59
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Screams from the woods as cold wind blows
Traces of blood found in the snow.
But no body.
Only one set of footprints found,
Then they heard a small dripping sound,
From above.
Vile carved up meat,
The smell was rancid
Follow the blood,
The body found stuffed in the branches.
His twisted flesh, his eyes hollow
From the dark echos a sharp sound,
crushing snow.
Eyes in the woods,
they blink, send shivers.
Light from the guns show faces,
from our deepest nightmares.
Reach home and yell to board the doors.
Assure my kin, and load my gun.
Bless the lord.
Breath in the air,
doors turned to splinters.
Beasts creaked into our homes.
A massacre of shivers.
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4. |
Bike Ride Home
02:03
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Sun is beating on my head
Grass is waving in the breeze
Humming along to sweet melodies
While I ride my bike home.
Fantasies run through my head
See a lizard on the road
I'd like to see a komodo dragon
Enjoy some time alone.
Monkey swing from tree to tree.
Gorilla sitting in the shade.
He ponders all the great mysteries.
Sit for one hundred days.
Fish are swimming in the creek.
Cat comes down close to the sand.
What if he had the power of speech.
Ask me to give him a hand.
Moon is shining in the sky.
Going past a traffic cone.
I want to fall in bed.
While I ride my bike home.
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5. |
Perfect Human
02:39
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Everything about you I hate.
I am the perfect human.
Everything you do is for more eyes.
I am the perfect human.
A binary choice, you're just a slimy little shell.
from just one look, I hope that you burn in hell.
The face in the screen, results might apply just to you.
But after all, I'm thinking whatever you do.
Down in the dark I can feel envy.
I am the perfect human.
But if I got it I'd see phonies.
I am the perfect human.
I want your spotlight,
What have you done for all these eyes.
And all of your fans, are all a swarm of spineless flies.
A little idea, piercing through my mind like a screw
It's all my fault that I care so much about you.
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6. |
Rain Fall
04:48
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Millions awoke to the news, saying,
Vibrations heard from the ocean, growing.
Attempt at evacuations begin.
People in cars wonder, is this the end?
From oceans rise,
Creatures of fear,
Tower above.
Slowly moving near.
As Monsters walk, the pavement shakes, and cracks.
People watch as buildings tremble, collapse.
Shadows fall upon the people, dust blows.
Broken power lines cause fires, smoke grows.
Boots in the mud, bullets send out a call.
Lightning cracks through the soft sound of rain fall.
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7. |
Banjo East
01:48
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I like to gather, funny pictures of apes.
Would you like to see?
Here are some, in a wheel barrow.
Would you like to see them?
A baby orangutan, in a cage.
Do you wanna see it?
It's like, he's a slave.
Would you like to see it?
Have you seen the video, with the chimp on the power lines?
Have you, seen him fall down? Hit his head on the roof top.
Would you like to see him?
We can sit and share.
Lots of apes to go around.
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9. |
French
02:37
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I want to see you, tingle for me.
I'd do anything for you to be mine.
I want you to see, that I could be
Your guaranteed smile, personal slime.
I want us to go and burn a house down,
A sexual crime, heart beats as you
Light the match.
And watch them burn.
We'll walk through the fire, breath in the ash.
I want us to die, if that is your wish.
You are my mistress.
May I hold your
Hand. As I am burned, death by a rash.
I'll jump in the sea, committing third best.
I hope that you'll love me when I rest.
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10. |
Little Doggy Boy
03:44
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Fuck that little doggy boy,
He's my little doggy toy.
If I had my way with him.
I know I would make him sin.
Fuck that dog,
he's got a fine body that's for sure.
He's my type,
he gets to me and I want some more.
Spread him all across the bed.
Grab him by his little head.
Push him down to please me right.
Make that doggy see the light.
Hold me tight,
Get into bed, and I'll lock the door.
Ease my mind,
Spin in your dress and get on the floor.
Fuck that little doggy boy,
So small under size 15.
Hug that little doggy boy,
Fill em up till he turns green.
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11. |
Nillykine
04:24
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You feel like a snail,
crawling through the mold.
A hand feeling for the bar,
too pull you out, out of the water.
You feel like a snail,
being cracked, and boiled.
A claw trying to pull you in,
out of the air, into the oil.
Late into the night
You find yourself alone
In a viscus empty home
Humming a single droning tone.
Your room is full of maggots and mice,
but you can't find the door
because you can't find the door.
You lie in bed and you dream and dream,
you dream and dream and dream and dream...
(You are all alone)
(Demons falling into your mind)
(Nillykine)
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12. |
Dogs on the Beach
03:29
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Light sparkled and bounced from the sunlight's rays.
Dogs wagging their tails,
kicking up sand.
These were my favorite days.
Dogs, dogs on the beach.
Dogs, dogs on the beach.
Now, nothing but sheets,
Wish I had you here, sitting by my side.
Just memories.
It's been a great ride.
Why, did you leave first?
I wanted you here, wanted to see you.
Thanks for the fun.
You were a good boy.
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13. |
Be Like You
02:25
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There are so many stars at night
Twingle-ding, singing a lullaby.
All your pictures side by side.
mio mio mio
I'm not much of a rearing guy
in the light, you can see what I see
But I still have a big dream.
My dream to be just like
You, I wanna be like you
Be like you through and through
I wanna be like you and be you too.
Maybe I'll never be like you
but maybe, I can put on half a shoe
Then I will see something new
Then one day I'll be like...
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14. |
With Her
05:11
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He's sitting alone,
In his small room,
with her.
She's held in his arms,
wondering if,
she has worth.
When all that you do,
is cause a lot,
of pain.
Isn't it just right,
to pick up things,
and go away?
Covering the walls are his friends
Bits of string in the end.
Little bits of scrap,
and yet they are still more than me.
Soft and warm and pretty.
Stepping into dark bitter cold,
shouldn't I be alone?
I have never done good,
I have never helped, someone smile.
An unwanted child.
Rats are stepping deep into the ice.
Climbing into hell, they just want to be nice
As they walk they wear a warning bell.
What if you learn to hate them then won't tell.
Down under a tree, is a small doll.
Ripped down through the arm, covered in mud,
and so small.
Tears falling down the doll's little face.
I whispers some words, and start to mend,
with some lace.
Stepping into cold snow with her,
try to find the way back.
And through I remember how to find home.
There's nothing but the snow storm.
There's no place like home,
and home can be made with new friends.
So put on some tea,
You don't need to wonder with friends.
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15. |
Garbage Bag of Tapes
08:08
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Thank you angels,
for finding under your strings sweet melodies,
calmly.
Say hello, to the city.
Those wheezing wires, will wrap their arms around me.
Oh, the music you do.
Fills my head with stars and blue.
I never had situations to prove,
I never had any chance to be you.
Following and following and step by step
I'm just repeating,
and your dust will always paint my shoes.
Hey, I've got my problems,
haven't you got problems?
Get your head off of bleeding.
I know I think of you (You think of me)
I know you think of me (I think of you all the)
We are dependably,
Holding hands and mailing letters.
I know you think of me (Yes I do)
I know I think of you (Think of you)
Thank you angels,
for uncovering the sweetest melodies,
calmly.
Belly up, in the darkness.
Those weeping wires, are creaking black and onerous.
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16. |
Late Night
05:45
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Santa Claus might just be a tiny dot,
in the sky.
In my blanket, I want to stay and watch.
Hmm.
Glowing pictures.
Try not to fall asleep.
Melody.
Drowsiness swirls,
and it begins to seep.
Little dark night.
What if they all died?
Shadows bringing little stories,
That they tell to me.
Hmm.
Orange lights dance, ripples on cold dark waves.
Thundering.
Night rain clouds torn, ripped through by lighting ray.
Hmm.
Though no snow fell, I'm on my way back home.
In the dark.
Soft songs play fur, travel through yellow cone.
Glass is so cold, streaks of light go by.
sparkling colors float like snow fall.
Magic for my mind.
Hmm.
Small dots of light, running toward my eyes.
All the different colors, swirling.
Different shapes and size.
Hmm.
Everything dark, filled with constant noise.
Hexagons and giant faces, fish made out of stars.
Hmm.
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