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You'll Be Dirt

by Combine

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Round table perch Ideal spot for hunting fish In a barrel They brought enough rope To hang themselves They brought enough rope To hang themselves If you want to know What God thinks of money? Look at who he gives it to Everybody knows that Beauty is skin deep But ugly goes straight to the bone I will stay the way I am Because I do not give a damn I will stay the way I am Because I do not give a damn No From the kept women Of Manhattan High rises To the heads of Film studios Tongue sharper than The knife in In their backs Hurrah! Hurrah! For Dorothy Parker Algonquin sniper of the Leisure class, idle women, Society Rats Hollywood Your boys club blacklist Fall into the sea Gomorrah with less shame Tear you down For naming her name Dorothy Parker What fresh Hell is this?!
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Freezer Brat 02:50
Slabs of meat / Death by ice In a freezer / A bad way to go Powder blue screen / Live my life in Covered in frost / Suspended Dead end slice / animation Frigid blood on snow No motion Nowhere to go Built no fire for the love of stasis It’s what they told us It’s what they told us Would that my blood could turn to wine But it's too cold to drink Just another freezer brat Do you think I'm a narcissist? Fucked not fucking day to day Rigid in position anyway Would that my flesh could turn to grain But it would never thaw Just another freezer brat Do you think I'm entitled? Just a bunch of Freezer brats Just a bunch of goddamned freezer brats
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Black Skies here Everywhere you go Stranded here In a new third world Shoeshine shitfaced Chemicals stored Day by day Its own reward Little lord Fauntleroy of high finance Knows this doesn't apply to him Just a revenge fantasy Washed away with bubbly Who owns you—your boss or your money? Who branded you—your job or your goods? Who owns you? Who branded you? Men reduced to parts and labor Women only parts and labor We whore ourselves for arid desert dreams We are drowning But still want water New! Third! World! The ones who can Ride by in fast cars The ones who can Hide behind closed door The one who can Pull up their furs Wishing for days that never were New! Third! World!
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Red Basilica 02:48
Red basilica Through all iterations Obscure expansions You remain Caducity Red basilica Ignore the idols / Filthy clergy Gyre turning Build an apse / No one will tell Red basilica Ignore the idols / Pompous prelate Gyre turning Build an apse / Move trouble about Caducity Red basilica Gilded hierarchy / Brittle deacon Sparkling veneer Bricks crumble / Ensconced in denial Red basilica Brittle deacon Your world collapses And circles the sun You’ll be dirt eventually
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Believe 03:17
You got a heart of blood diamonds I got a heart made of gold You might say my heart’s too soft But babe, your heart is way too cold A:How can you believe? How can you believe? In a thing called true love We’re all just dopamine fiends Scrambling for a fix D:Pusherman will take you up to the sky But he don't give a damn if you live or die Goddamn the pusher man I have to have what you’re cooking It’s more than I can afford Supplied by your chemical cartel I’ll die for my reward A: How can you believe? How can you believe? In a thing called true love We’re all just dopamine fiends Liars, cheats, and whores D: Pusherman, he's got what you need But if you're gonna have it, you're gonna bleed Goddamn the pusher man Just a little taste won’t due Just a little taste won’t due You can’t afford what I’m selling to you You can’t smoke what I’m selling to you You can’t snort what I’m selling to you You cannot cook what I’m selling to you It’s the truth! You've taken everything I have so that I can clean my clock Now I'm a stranger in this game Without money, we'd never talk
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New Urbanism 04:24
Men in gray flannel schemes Erecting horn-rimmed dreams Build it floor by austere floor Right angled walls and brick walls Planning space in record time Brutalist parks as a cure for crime It wasn’t made for them Men in double breasted neglect Ignore them until they’re derelicts Let their values bottom out Turned backs, pious and devout Biding time’s part of the plan The city will crumble to collapse Because it wasn’t built for them and it wasn’t made to last Wasn’t built for them Wasn’t made to last New urbanism Buildings crumble down so fast Men in pinstriped intents Silent partners with blueprints Buy them up and knock them down Drag the occupants to the edge of town Colonize fast as you can Repeat ad infinitum
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Septic Shock 02:57
Train tracks Into tunnels Central Nervous system Cars on fire Synapses blasting Elevate me forty-seven Septic Shock! Septic Shock! Unsafe at any speed Sitting in a spring garden Waiting for Transport Wheel in motion Bodies in traction Inertia Collision Septic Shock! Septic Shock! Unsafe at any speed Trolley tracks In the pavement Broken bottles In the street Sideswipe A cheap shot A firm denial Hit and run Septic driver Fungal box of steel Bloodstream being rash I think I’m going to crash At any given time Three things cross my mind Survival/Failure/Destruction At any given time Three things cross my mind Survival/Failure/Destruction Septic Shock! Septic Shock! Unsafe at any speed
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It’s not a miracle Planets align Space expands The universe exhales No god rigging roulette wheels Chance of breaking even is against all odds Against all odds Station to station Square to square Ganju 1980 The barrels were pointed in the air It’s only survival There’s nothing divine Chance of breaking even is against all odds Station to station Square to Square Come together Will to life Demanding what’s fair Demanding what’s only fair
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Outrage not written in Kodachrome How quickly we forget the groans And ignore all the known unknowns Pictures of Geneva fade to white When a picture is overexposed and the bodies all decompose Shit starts to smell like a rose Pictures of Geneva fade to white Caught in the parallax It’s in the stop bath It’s out of focus But in the negative It’s always negative It’s always negative Pictures of Geneva fade to white Silence is Formica Less than fool's gold Acquiescence sepia and never bold While you atrocities are untold Pictures of Geneva fade to white
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Close 02:16
When he was young He was compelled by these pictures When words seemed all wrong And faces unfamiliar Close Flawed view Close Large scale Close Flawed view When he was older he was drawn to abstraction But built a career out of large format paintings With faces so real Every blemish laid bare Marred eyes viewing in public Looked towards the Event Is he dead?! No! He is still alive The blood pumps in his veins As long as he breathes He’ll paint what’s in his Eye’s mind Close New Sight Close New grid Close New Sight Close New grid Square by square Patterns abstract Stand back and A face stares back “Inspiration is for amateurs” Nice to see you
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Mottainai 03:27
Every morning she’d awaken With the rising sun To mend fishing nets With deft hands And a black eye As the snow fell silent on the pines By the sea side She fell oh so softly You’d never even know She’d been pushed Pushed Mottainai x4 Mountains of sardines Washed up on the shore Where men in white suits Fear to tread with Their Geiger counters Every fist a firm reminder that she made a deal To keep her body warm in the cold night But every bargain has its price The cancer remains I can taste the radiation Coming off her cancer bed Lost all of my weight And now a tumor still remains Where men in white suits Fear to Tread
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Our first, and only Full length album.
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Project Safe Philly.
Project Safe Philly is a mutual aid/harm reduction group for women, trans and queer people based in Philly that's offering medical and emotional care for protesters. Call their hotline at 866-509-7233 (ext 8) and donate at projectsafephilly.org

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released July 31, 2015

At the time of this recording Combine was Andrew: Vox/Aux drums, Dave: Bass/Vox, Alex: Drums and Ben: All Guitars
Recorded by the incredible Kyle Pulley at The Headroom May 2014. Produced by Kyle Pulley and Combine. Mastered by Ryan Schwabe @ Maniac Mansion.
Artwork by Alex Eckman-Lawn
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Active 2011-2016. Noisy, sludge jams made by four Philadelphians. Lots of kicking and screaming guitars and a whole lotta drums.

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