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Remote Control
04:11
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Dinosaurs
02:01
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Municipal Monarchs
04:25
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South America doesn’t exist
And the moon is painted on the sky
Things sometimes fall up, but you never see
And everything you believe is a lie.
Dinosaurs were invented by God as a test
And our bodies don’t rot when we die
The hippies are working for the government
And everything you believe is a lie.
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie.
Everything you believe is a lie.
There are wee tiny dwarves inside your TV.
And nobody cares when you cry.
Your mother resents you; she wanted a girl
And everything you believe is a lie.
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie.
Everything you believe is a lie.
It’s been years
But I’ve never loved you
And I never will
Though I’ve tried
We’ll never get married
I’m dating your sister
And everything you believe is a lie.
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie.
Everything you believe is a lie
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Grave Situation Pt. 1
02:50
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Well here’s a little story about a woman that I knew –
It’s no allegory I guarantee it’s all quite true
So I expect you to believe me though you won’t believe your ears
Pay attention, listen up, though you may tremble with fear
You see this woman that I spoke of had a quarrel with her lover;
It seems she had discovered he’d been sleeping with another
And it was on this very spot in June of 1987
That they fought and then he shot her and she died and went to heaven
Or at least that’s what the priest said as he read the funeral rights
But something strange was going on amongst the tombstones that night
Just when everybody thought her immortal soul was saved
We were all quite surprised to learn that she had risen from the grave.
She said “Aloha, I’m back, I’ve got some business to do.
I’ll be back in my casket before the night is through
But first I’ll pay a visit to a certain prison cell
And see my cheating husband, and send him straight to hell.”
We were speechless as she left us to find the fiend she’d married
Til someone said ‘she’s looking good for a girl who’s just been buried
But you know we ought to stop her – should we call up the police?’
I said ‘she’s the living dead – they can do as they please.’
Besides, she was heading to the station house herself
where her husband was awaiting trial in a holding cell
The sergeant was surprised to see a corpse walk through the door
But he said ‘sorry ma’am, visiting hours are 2-4’
She laughed and said ‘I’m dead, and I don’t have all day!
So if you’d kindly stand aside and show me the way?’
And the sergeant said ‘of all right then – he’s in cell #6’
Besides, he thought, I really don’t get paid enough for this.
He was sleeping on his cot when she came into the cell
And ever since the murder he had not slept very well
When he opened up his eyes at first he thought it was a dream
But she began to speak before he had a chance to scream.
She said “Aloha, I’m back, I’ve got some business to do.
I’ll be back in my casket before the night is through
But first I’ll make you pay for your cheating and your lies –
So honey, prepare to die.”
Now some say it was a heart attack, some say it was a stroke
And some will say the whole thing was invented as a joke
But I tell you, it’s a fact and it all happened right here -
When he saw his undead wife, he simply died of fear.
She said “Aloha, I’m back, I’ve got some business to do.
I’ll be back in my casket before the night is through
But first I’ll pay a visit to a certain prison cell
And see my cheating husband, and send him straight to hell.”
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Grave Situation, Pt. 2
02:34
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See my skin peel away right off of my head
Look at my cheeks all pulpy and red
They’re the same cheeks you kissed when I was a kid
So long, so long ago.
See my little shriveled hands like the claws of a bird
I know it sounds crazy, I know it seems absurd
But they’re the same hands that touched you and drove you insane
So long, so long ago.
These bones: take them in your arms
This skin: touch it one more time.
I may be dead, but you’re still mine.
See my curled up lips pucker up for a kiss
See my brittle little hips, see my bony fingertips
These same fingers were crossed when I said ‘til death do us part’
So long, so long ago.
And look at my hair – it’s out of control, it keeps growing and growing and oh my soul
Is trapped in this box and I can’t do nothing, I’m down in this hole
My eyes may be gone but I can still hear every word you whisper in some other ear
But soon you’ll be down here and we’ll be together again.
These bones: take them in your arms
This skin: touch it one more time.
I may be dead, but you’re still mine.
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The Second Cigarette
03:33
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Goodbye Ukulele
03:26
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The Burning Hell
The Burning Hell is the ongoing musical project of songwriter Mathias Kom and multi-instrumentalists Ariel Sharratt and Jake
Nicoll, often including additional comrades and collaborators.
Their densely populated genre-shifting songs are packed with an abundance of literary, historical, cultural, and pop-cultural forebears, heroes and villains, subjects and objects, stories and hooks.
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