Soundgarden the telephantasm rar

You smile as you look in the mirror Tears have left your eyes Your face has a different exterior Permanent disguise. Your narrow escape Has wiped the smile right from your face Those starved dogs howling Run to hunt you down. I said run to hunt you down Right now, right now, right now, right now Right now, right, right, right Right, right. Hands all over the coastal waters The crew men thank her Then lay down their oily blanket Hands all over the inland forest In a striking motion trees fall down Like dying soldiers Yeah, like dying soldiers.

You can drive my tail To watch the circus A birth ritual A birth of idiots Now I woke up blessed And good strives for heart ache Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual. As you start the song And face this garden I light a cigarette before the execution Now you see your crime For every miracle Add another drug at every birth ritual.

I took the drug To make me stay And now everything Dies in shyness The snake retreats Admits defeat And waits for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual. As you start the song And face this garden I light a cigarette before the execution Now you see your crime For every miracle Add another drug at every birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual.

Keep it off my wave Keep it off my wave, my wave Keep it off my wave Keep it off my wave Keep it off my wave, my wave. Feel the rhythm with your hands Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman Speak the rhythm on your own Speak the rhythm all alone, spoonman. All my friends are Indians All my friends are brown and red, spoonman All my friends are skeletons They beat the rhythm with their bones, spoonman. Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on.

Come on knock it off, Come on knock it off Come on knock it off, Come on knock it off Come on knock it off, Come on knock it off Come on knock it off, Come on knock it off. Follow me into the desert As thirsty as you are Crack a smile and cut your mouth And drown in alcohol Cause down below the truth is lying Beneath the riverbed So quench yourself and drink the water That flows below her head.

I shot my love today Would you cry for me? I lost my head again Would you lie for me? I lost my head again Would you lie for me? I left her in the sand Just a burden in my hand I lost my head again Would you cry for me? So follow me into the desert As desperate as you are Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven And all the little pigs have God. Would you cry for me? I caught the moon today Pick it up And throw it away all right I got the perfect steal A cleaner love With a dirty feel all right Fall out and take the bait Eat the fruit Kiss the snake goodnight.

Let your motor race Pick it up And get this mother gone Out from and far away The wooden stake This thing has got me on. Nothing seems to kill me, no matter how hard I try Nothing is closing my eyes Nothing can beat me down for your pain or delight, no And nothing seems to break me No matter how far I fall, nothing can break me at all Not one for giving up though not invincible, I know.

Blow up the outside Blow up the outside Blow up the outside Blow up the outside world. Blow up the outside Blow up the outside Blow up the outside Blow up the outside Blow up the outside Blow up the outside world.

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Romantic Evening Sex All Themes. Articles Features Interviews Lists. The potential displayed in their early years, coupled with the group's impeccable pedigree-- not many bands can say they released records on both Sub Pop and SST-- made that major-label jump a foregone conclusion. A track like "Hands All Over" has Cornell and friends striking the sort of po-faced martyrs' pose they'd later mock mercilessly, while "Big Dumb Sex" the "I wanna fuck fuck fuck fuck you" song seems to confuse being a parody of overblown cock rock with being the real thing.

Group those two tracks with a half-decent live version of the half-decent "Get on the Snake" speaking of cock rock and a sloppy pre- Badmotorfinger take on "Room a Thousand Years Wide", and that's a third of Telephantasm out of the way without much of note happening. Thankfully, the Telephantasm compilers mostly get out of their own way when picking what to include from 's Badmotorfinger -- they simply run with the album's first four tracks, and it's by far the best stretch of music on Telephantasm 's first disc.

By now, Kim Thayil's thick yet fluid guitar leads meet up with an equally heavy and flexible rhythm section to create a menacing backdrop that's perfect for Cornell's ungodly holler. Even better, Cornell's learned that the nuclear option works just as well as an implied threat-- and that makes his shriek that much more effective when it's let off the leash. On tracks like "Outshined" and "Jesus Christ Pose", Soundgarden figured out how to balance their messianic metallic tendencies with both a sizable helping of self-awareness and a fondness for off-kilter time signatures.