Blinded By The Smell

by That Snaake

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released May 11, 2016

Recorded and mixed by Kieran Sheridan

Part II of 'In The Court of The Baby Kyng' out now on Little L Records
littlelrecords.bandcamp.com/album/in-the-court-of-the-baby-kyng

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Track Name: New Stigmata
Coming up for the week and you stay for the day
you thought this was hell but you wound up in Bray
I’ll live forever and a day
I’ll eat your soul and not gain any weight

Wait, your uncertain fate came too late

You wanted a part, well you want what you wanted
A piece of sacred heart, well you got it, you got
a new form to exercise your play

…they’re coming in now
I’ve got a new stigmata from persons non-grata
It don’t make no difference to me
Never taught to think your life was in a blink
or a metal jaw through a toupée

Wait… there’s a defect in my head, these thoughts are read
By whatever’s left behind, they’re mostly dead
Decomposing in a shed and milled to bread
But is it red and thick and God and stains like blood
blood…blood…blah blah… blah blah blah

Got a new stigmata from person’s non-grata
That only electrick eyes can see
Never taught to think your life was in a blink
or a metal jaw through a toupée
Track Name: Scofflaw // Sisyphus
This one comes apart after the end
+1 is the sum of all my friends
Nothing that a sequel could do
To keep me becoming more like you
A red hand, the only way they could get out
Well trained, taught me how to twist and shout
A red rope wrapped around your daughter’s head
It was six months til we found out she was dead

Now it doesn’t matter what nialler9’ll say / he’ll never take you on his holidays
And there’s nothing Pat Short can do / that’ll get your kids home safe from school
They pushed him down the river styx / cause he couldn’t be buried in the mix
When you slipped and broke your favourite song / your mother held you all night

Mama said don’t you worry son / Mama said son my child your something else
Mama said don’t you worry son / Mamamamamamamamamama said something else, else
Mama said don’t you worry son / Mama said son my child now you’ll go far
Mama said crucify my son / now cut the cord and tell these children

Why it’s so bright in these small enterprises / Whey it’s so white when this thing magnetises
Shed skin not light, anything to get a rise / this skin’s not right, let the brand cauterize
A veil set alight / a corpse make-up bride at vintage price
Charlie’s electric light / hangs over the camp while they spray for lice
What if there’s blight / and it makes you sick to eat Damien Rice
What if they’re right / and this is Eamonn Andrews’ life

Why it’s so white in these small enterprises / Whey it’s so bright when this thing magnetises
Shed skin not light, anything to get a rise / this skin’s not right, let the brand cauterize

Fly tipping wasp waiters / great famine small potatoes / My father built your craters
Fly tipping wasp waiters / great famine small potatoes / My father built your craters

Now sing for me now / I like this song / But I don’t need it / I can see what’s going on from here
Track Name: Sabrina The Teenage Snitch
White tracksuits on for your wedding day / your father’s dead, always thought you were gay
but you proved him wrong now, didn’t you?
So why do you insist on keeping running
He’s not coming

Why did she lie? Why didn’t she cry? when you pulled that switch on a teenage snitch
When you carved her face in two pieces
The blood’s still running
As long as heart’s pumping

What you gave was not forgave.
Why I want this? It’s a sickness in my love, it’s coming down

White tracksuits on for the day you die and it was such a pitiful goodbye to this rotting putrid piece of shit
Why do you insist on keep running?
It’s still coming

What you gave was not forgave.
Why I want this? It’s a sickness in my blood, it’s coming down
you want to meet her and bolt it through the face of Sabrina, the blood pools in her brace, her mother cleans here, wondering, is this my light, my life, my love she’s coming down

One sick white sequence
One sick white cell
It’s just your life please let it go
Come on cheap chemo, wrap your arms around my head
Your swollen lungs become your hell

Because you know your worth it
I know your worth it.
Because I know your worth it.
Know your worth.