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Rattle by Rare Bear

Primary Vocals:
I am pen pals with solemn grace,
but we've never quite met face to face.
My footing runs a little loose,
and I cry, "there's hell to pay."
These sockets where I left my arms
folded closed, and cinched with yarn.
My bones play the radio.
Now the radio is dry

There's a rattle in my head
where the devil sleeps and smelts his lead.
There's a devil in my bed,
and it's tearing me tearing me down.
If I open my eyes,
I'll be left in the river of the dead,
but I can't keep them closed
'cause there's a devil a devil a devil in my bed.

Witching hour is a pretty flower
which grows out of a skull.
My love is a torpedo
which comes crashing through a Nazi hull.
If you whispered to me, "Oh I'll never love you, not truly."
I'd be rattling my head and I'd be clawing your face
leaving no trace
of who you used to be.

There's a rattle in my head
where the devil sleeps and smelts his lead.
There's a devil in my bed,
and it's tearing me tearing me down.
If I open my eyes,
I'll be left in the river of the dead.

"Rattle" by Heuristics Inc.
Uses loops by Mental Anguish.
Moog solo by Don Campau.
Loops copyright Mental Anguish/Don Campau/Tapegerm.

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i was born from a great mind
in seventeen fifty four
drawn, my motto underlined
"join, or die" i implored

i was called back to service
in seventeen sixty five
divided we'd be nervous
united we'd stay alive

no taxation
without representation

[chorus:]
i warn, i shake my rattle
as i enter into battle
with the sons of liberty
our war cry: "don't tread on me"

nemo me impune lacesset *

[chorus]

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*: "No one will provoke me with impunity."

(Inspired by http://www.foundingfathers.info/stories/gadsden.html)
-bill

rattle
by the divorce
lyrics and music and whatnot by me



you're sweating baby, sweating baby,
this dance floor's a battle
you're sweating baby, sweating baby,
i can't not watch you rattle
come with me now,
come with me tonight
i will fix you up good,
i will make you all right

you're a pretty little girl,
you're just fucked in the head.
you would rather be alone
than be with me instead

come with me girl,
i can fix you if you can fix me.

i wish you would come with me.
i wish you would come with me.
i'll get your back if you get mine.
i wish you would come with me.

you're sweating baby, sweating baby,
the smiths are in the air
you'd go out tonight,
and you found the perfect stitch to wear
i can see you now, see that look in your eyes
it has me nothing short of hypnotized

you're a pretty little girl,
you're just sick in the head
you would rather go it alone
than with me instead.

i can fix you, baby,
if you can fix me.

i wish you would come with me.
i wish you would come with me.
i'll get your back if you get mine.
i wish you would come with me.




apologies for the sophomoric lyrics, they're largely improv. i just sort of wanted to write about this thing that's going on...

Rattle
By Hope, Oath & Suspicion
(C) 2005 Pure Greed Reords

Got a battle in my throat
And a cigar to smoke
And all this cattle better know they're only seconds from toast
The fun part of revenge is the merciless death
I'm a menace to myself
And I've got menace on my breath

Like the coldest steel
Or the hardest bone
Gonna rattle these guns
Rattle these guns
Till the cowards come home

Hear the rattle of shells on a ratty old floor
Or the rattle of high heels that scramble to the door
Like the rattle of an engine that's rigged to explode
And her rattled little body sprawled out in the road
Good god damn!
Rattle off a tale about "I'm no rat" or some rap that stale
When she rattled the barrel of my gun I didn't back off
I just painted blood and metacarpals...
All across the blacktop

When you bit my finger off
I knew that something had changed
I am sure that you'll repent
At the end of an automatic rattling weapon down your throat
And I know that everyone will know
From the blood stains on the pavement
Where your brains went
And I'll tell them what you did to me

Totally disfigured by a hooker named Ginger
A noose of a pincher with an appetite for fingers
I don't believe in justice
But I do believe in hell
And you bought yourself a ticket so get used to the smell
I'll rattle my shells like a rattlesnake tail
When I'm about to shoot the rat that ate the rattlesnake's scales

Rattle - by Vivid Life Sound Labs
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Everybody's got a job to do, workin' in the office or on the line, like you
All waiting for the end of the week, who knows the situations or the people we'll meet

Everybody comin' out in the street, comin' out in the summer heat
We're having a party, getting together to see if we can

--(Chorus)--
Rattle the windows, shake the floor, come on party people, let's do it some more
Got all the ladies on the floor tonight, keep the party rollin' and we'll be alright (x2)
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I'm dealin' with this bitch assed boss, the money is good but is it worth the cost
'cause I sure as hell don't need the stress, is it a mess? Where will I go to next?

But then I'm cruising on the block in my Cadillac, cool kickin' with my crew in the back
I'm crankin' the stereo, When we're cruisin', who knows where we'll go

---(Chorus)---

Rattle the Windows....... Shake the Floor...... (x2)

I know about half of you, you maybe don't relate, and your going to school
No need to kiss asses, takin' those classes

But I'm thinkin' this shit is universal, on the weekends you all know how to act
Get every last person out on the dance floor, drop that ass and shake that back and

---(Chorus)---

Rattle
Rik Gerblick

I'm alone tonight
But I'm not by my self
What have I become
Who put me in this hell

(Pre Chorus)
They stripped my body from me
Now my soul roams free
And now I'll make them pay

(Chorus)
Standing right behind you
You can't see me
But you know I'm there
And I'll rattle through you
You won't live to care
I'll possess your body
The dying screams
Are not my own they hear
Shots rattle through you
I'm not even there

I will control your horror
I'll see through your eyes
You'll be made to suffer
I'll show you what fear is

(Pre Chorus)
(Chorus)

I know that there's a secret
Someone here holds the key
To be alive again
They'll all die 'til I'm free

(Chorus)

Deranged Robot - "Rattle"

Hello.

I went to the grocery store.

I met a man, he was enjoyable to talk to.

He talked about his family, and that made me mad because I lost mine in a tragic car accident.

So I grabbed a railroad spike laying on the ground, and ended his life, to make mine better, and then i went on my way.

It was quite a beautiful sight watching all the people gather around the corpse as I laughed inside silently.

Nobody knows it was me.
Nobody knows it was me.
Nobody knows it was me.

I am me. and that is all I shall ever be.

Gee, Georgia Gee. Fuzzy G.E. You knew it was me!

Flee flee flee fly to my bumblebee, run!

Stab my knife with your heart - job now and see what goes down?

I be killin to be fullfillin. I am dealing when I am stealing.

Up-kill-meat-car-dog-batt-hole-battle-face man-tilt "rub your body on my razor ball" rattle-rattle-fist.

(A result of late-night boredom. Forgive me.)