the blood brothers
very good band. listening to them is an intense musical experience. yet, their lyrics alone read like surrealist poetry.
one of their latest:
There's a girl in a cage,
making love to a switchblade.
There's a man behind bars,
milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles,
building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of broken faces.
(come on, come on, come on!)
the five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.
There's a girl in a cage,
making love to a switchblade.
There's a man behind bars,
milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles,
building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of broken faces.
(come on, come on, come on!)
the five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.
the blood brothers by Apostrophe Loon January 16, 2005
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