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This Cracked Glass

by The Scalding House

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My crooked legs, My crooked arms, These crooked fingers, They celebrate Your perfect charms. Pour another for me 'Cos this cracked glass Is almost empty... My brittle bones, My paper skin, This featherweight heart Will float to you In Elysian sin, The river hides the rocks, The waters cold, Yet we still dive in The desert sings, The sun parched winds Give a howling truth In a language we don't understand. The line is gone, The road is long... Cliché after cliché, But I am giving everything I’m not Apologising. My words are worthless... But not as worthless As not saying anything at all. My crooked legs, My crooked arms, These crooked fingers, They celebrate Your perfect charms. Pour another for me Cos this cracked glass Is almost empty.
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Life 03:32
It's common sense to all to stay fit and healthy, it's a shame common sense has all up and left me. it come as next to no surprise to any, that I’ll die long before I’m all good and ready. but I’ll stare straight ahead and hold my hands steady. Ready? Steady? Go. I think we all should bleed this fucker dry wipe the tears form the corners of your eyes. It feels weird to be alive. but you've got to bleed this fucker dry. it feels weird to be alive, bleed this fucker dry. no one asked for their moment in the spotlight, but hog that light as if everything is alright We’re not part of the golden ratio happiness, alas, I knew him Horatio. I lay down my cards and my cross with my guts, and an ace in my hand, get ready to stand... tonights night we give up the good fight. Ain’t it great to be alive? I lay down my cards and my cross with my guts, and an ace in my hand. Get ready to stand... Get ready to die... It's common sense to all to stay fit and healthy, It's a shame common sense has all up and left me, It comes as next to no surprise to any I'll die long before I'm all good and ready. No one asked for their moment in the spotlight but hog that light as if everything is alright. We're not part of the golden ratio, Happiness, alas, I knew him Horatio. Get ready to die. Get ready to die. get ready, get ready, get ready..... (all good and ready, all good and ready, all good and ready) Life.
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The master key, The sea wall breach, Wash away the weak Pebbles on the beach. It's a microscope; Concentric glass slides Sliding evermore, Every song never sung. Huddled massless masses, Choirs of Godless classes. A clash of hope that this is The answer to our questions. Its a long drive, diving. I can’t tell what we’re wasting it for. If we don't shape it right it comes back with crooked spine, And we realise Mediocrity burns And sets the stage above A crematorium. Huddled massless masses, (If we shape it right) Choirs of Godless classes; (fingers to the light.) Everybody raise your glasses (and we realise....) give thanks for your free pass (It's your birhday, girl) As a masterclass of heads in the sand (girl, it's your birthday,) Plays out of the grand stand. (Its a long drive, diving. I don't know what we're wasting it for) We can watch the world burn (If we shape it right,) On a stage that's set above (with fingers to the light) A crematorium. (and we realise, a crematorium) (We can watch it burn, we can watch it burn, we can watch it burn, we can watch it burn)
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Won't 03:01
Ask the holy ghost to guide the rudderless boat and she wont she wont she wont she wont. Down tools to the workers on the factory line and they wont they wont cross a palm with gold for a fortune to be told but it wont it wont is it the hand of god or a run of bad luck? You tried to tell the world the world couldnt give a fuck you kneel to please as desperation peaks hope springs eternal but all you get are sore knees cos we wont. Let fly, your beautiful mind open wide be your own guide cos He wont daylight is creeping round our corners Hold tight cos its gonna be a fast ride headlong, screaming out your lungs streetlights are fading in the distance but you wont.
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Sleeptime 03:27
We take our medicine we never complain we are hopeful our bodies can sustain the thread we pull unravelling the metal we have wrought the mine thats given its last piece of ore the hopefullness we sought sit with us side with us give to us completely hope with us buy with us give up with us youve earned it your sleeptime your sleeptime your sleeptime your sleeptime we’ve made it clear in this foul year our destiny is drawing near raise the flags put on your name tags stand arm in arm and dont break ranks an effigy of society we, the embarrassment of generation C take it to the streets a mission complete and die like we never lived to see... your sleeptime your sleeptime your sleeptime your sleeptime as the make up runs exposed and expunged an apology never forthcoming enjoy your sleeptime
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Heavens to Betsy the Man's out to get me He's raisin' my rent and he's takin' my money While the rich get rich Well us poor don't get shit Except shit on by rich men Shit on by women And shit on by everyone shitting Is there a place where I can go Away from the snakes and the liars? Heavens to Betsy the Man's out to get me He's poking my wife while he's pounding my money While the rich get rich Well us poor don't get shit Except shit on by rich men Who shit on their women Is there a place where I can go Away from the snakes and the liars? Down by the lake where the wild wind blows Free from the weight of desire That's what I'm talkin' about... Money You ain't got it, but you want it... Fuck Is there a place where I can go Where the rich don't get rich And the poor don't get shit on? Is there a place where I can go Where the rich don't get rich And the poor don't get shit on... By everyone shitting... Everyone shitting.... Everyone shitting.... Everyone... Shitting

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released September 1, 2022

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The Scalding House Records is an independent record label focused on all things noise related. HN, HNW, PE, Noisecore, grindcore, filth and degradation. check out the merch for tapes, CDs and other lovely goodies.

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