"Burn Out at the Hydrogen Bar"
Chemlab: Jared (vocals, programming), Dylan Thomas More (various instruments,
programming, sampling). Additional personnel: Mark "Fiendish" Kermanj,
Steve "Fly" Watson (guitars), Geno Leonardo (various), Ned
Wahl (bass). Recorded at Chicago Trax Studio, Chicago. All songs written
or co-written by Jared.
(c) Fifth Column Records,1993
Total playing time: 43:03
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Codeine, Glue & You
my fire's burning low as my song grinds out on the radio, i just want to
move you slow and low and shoot my eight ball in your corner pocket hole,
"life's a gas" or so its seems you know i blow a fuse when you come in
my dreams, i've got this fear no kiss can cover i know we need no help
to hurt each other, if 6 were 9 i'd lose my mind i go crazy for you all
of the time little motorhead don't you whine there'll be some peace at
the end of the line, if six were nine if 6 were nine; Don't Listen- Demolition
- The Devil is Sick- The Devil Hates Sex- Don't Hate Sex - Don't Live Sick-
Like a shot of speedway methadrine coming on like a hot-head machine she's
my only teenage dream if you know what I mean
Suicide Jag
feel so bad and broken day in and day out, confused and annoyed it's all
i feel i think about, the voices all around you starting to make you blind,
12 o'clock tick toc come on baby now its brain washing time, morning will
come and your still be trapped here in your cage, I'll be gone far away,
the King is dead long live the fucking King, there used to be a time when
i'd do almost any little thing for you, i see you now and my stomach's
balled up in a knot, i feel the cold knife blade of disgust in my gut like
a shot- you can fuck me and i hate you, you can fuck me and i fuck you,
isn't that what this is all about- the future's not all it's cracked up
to be, bloated in the daylight dead eyes seldom see your empire's in flames
and your kingdom's out of power the emperor is dead and on his grave are
crushed a dozen dead flowers
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Chemical Halo
chemical halo burning bright in a sodium haze, all meaning is lost but
this confusion remains, i'm going to tear myself apart if i can't get myself
together, and spread my pieces around like waste and give my gift of stormy
weather, every time i move i feel like something's broken, everytime i
laugh i feel like maybe i'm choking, i know you'd laugh too but it's not
the funny anymore -i kissed the floor on my way down, a matchhead burning
out on the frozen ground- i just want to thank every one of you for all
the things you don't do, for the stab in the back for the kick in the face
for the pain in the neck and all the shame and disgrace for the spit in
the eye and all the things you say, and all the games you play-for the
agony and parody for the pain infliction and the drug addiction, you give
them so much strength when you show you're weak, please don't rattle your
chains it's better when you're meek, here comes another bad trip another
life of no sleep another storm in the dark with the sky pouring down every
creature will drown this time there will be no Noah's Arc~ "see you in
hell!"
Neurozone
you say you want to know what's going on there's nothing happening here,
there's someone moving on the other side but who it is is not to clear,
the mystery is that there's this itch that somehow you just can't scratch
and somewhere a blaze is burning that wasn't started with a match, you
say you don't the darkness that's just the color that's around, you say
you want to end up real high, so you don't have to touch the ground- get
down on your knees if you want to kiss the sky, you want to see clearly
now, you better cover up your eyes- voices are talking in the grid, but
i can't tell quite what they mean, you tell me that this is how it goes,
but i think that that's a bit obscene, you say there's no difference between
us the signal's the same and that there's no real kink the slate's been
wiped clean and history won't repeat but that's never been the way that
i think, wear your anger proud and loud and deep, that way i know what
i can trust, you grab at a hole and a hollow kiss and convince yourself
that you will never rust-i've got a wire in the back of my head got a wire
in the back of my head-get down on your knees if you want to kiss the sky,
you want to see clearly better poke out your eyes
Elephant Man
mob voices lashes skin from bone the monster attacked the demon alone,
broken flesh that lies within trapped inside the demon skin, madness throwing
evil glances inside is where the horror dances, hatred's pliers tooth extracting
hostile environment discriminating- genetic downpour corrodes my spleen
so much less than what i seem, i don't think you know you couldn't understand
what it feels like to be the Elephant Man- madness burns a ragged hole
into the core of the demon soul, the meek will never inherit the earth
they'll be beaten and bandaged and drugged and fucked up and cursed- hide
your face!- mob voices lashes skin from bone the monster attacked the demon
alone- hide your face!- the meek will never inherit the earth they'll be
beaten and bandaged and fucked up and cursed- hide your face!!- help me
i'm the Elephant man
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Rivethead
shooting blanks relentless pichblade- microwave and the old collision out
of order everything just turns to drool and white-hot indecision the pages
burn the stomach churns the cycle turns lose your peace lose your mind
crack the eggshell to escape the total trauma suicide deadline- Going Out
of My Head!- lying on back in the dark listening to the hum of the machine
tricked up wound up wound up trying to break your dreams the watcher seeker
hunting out with a hungry eye the destroyer needs to feed it's hard to
find the door the lock when your whole life is out of key- Going Out of
My Head!- want to slip that needle in want to smell those fumes again want
to beat those skins again but there's someting wrong there's something
wrong- Going Out of My Head!
Derailer
did you feel that electric high i saw that sugar sparkling hit your eye
did you feel it in your blood like lead i saw that bullet shooting up and
hit the back of your head- this poison feels like heaven like every bad
thing that i want to do- she wears her bruised skin a little bit too tight
she wants to go out like a sun burning much bright shoot out the moon and
the stars in the dead of the night suck up the air and go out with a fight-
this poison tastes like heaven to me- feel good, feel good, blow your mind,
slow down, make love, get sucked in and fall down, go blank and black out-
"feed me now because i'm hungry and lazy you better lock me up before i
hurt you cause i feel a little crazy there's an Oblivion King stands beside
my bed outside the door inside the hole inside my head"- like every bad
thing that i want to do let me do it to you- "we don't care if your too
young, just come upstairs to the sensorium"
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Summer of Hate
something bitter this way comes the shaking earth's unstabe and coming
undone conquer and decimate tell me what have you won raise your flag on
the wasteland tell me what have you done- let's kill the light and bring
down the night let your chaos rage in the Summer of Hate, its the Summer
of Hate- kneel and kiss the hand you can not bite turn a blind eye fed
an obvious lie drinking misperception and thinking that we don't see the
knifeblade thinks it's time you learned how to bleed, the Master ruled
with an iron glove your greatest trick was the Summer of Love but you've
grown fat secure and we don't think that our anger is about to abate and
if you think you're safe you're a little too late cause we've come to kill
you in the Summer of Hate- watch your children in the Summer of Hate-
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