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Dexter Meth Orphan
07:08
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Self Important and Suicidal
To Tell you the truth
I'm a terrible liar
Happier, Healthier, and in denial
Like the crooked teeth in her crooked smile
Hang your hopes
on rusted hook
and prepare yourself
for the fall
base your faith
on old fashioned books
wait for the flames
to end it all
To Tell you the truth is like suicide
To tell you the truth I swear I tried
Half hearted truths are just alibis
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Bono Bloody Bono
06:17
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Bono
Let’s build a monument to the inept
So many artists, way too much art
Empty chests wearing their heart
On the worn out sleeves of dirty shirts
Proclaiming their latest their greatest of works
Trite and insipid and predictably dark
Full of fictitious images to set you apart
As burnt bridges crumble and start
So many assholes such shitty art
Another desert tries to be the sea
I’ll tell you what man:
You’re about as deep as fucking high school poetry
Trite and insipid and predictably dark
Full of fictitious images to set you apart
As burnt bridges crumble and start
So many artists, way too much art
You used to think it was all in your head
Through the fog
I can barely see
The ghosts of our past
Floating on the sea
Pale
Facedown
The dead drifting endlessly
In an ocean of alcohol
And bitter rivalry
You’re everything you swore
You would never be
You still swallowed their poison.
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Louicide
03:43
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Louicide
Never seen anyone so proud
To be just another face in the crowd
Never did figure out why you’re not around
Never did figure out why I’m not around
I’m underground even in the underground
Just happier to be not around
I think I got you pegged
It’s rudimentary, a quarter century of watered down logic and self fashioned misery.
HELP ME
HELP ME
So pale, so alive and decomposing
Faceless in flames the smoke is rising
To create black clouds in bright blue skies
Ignorance is bliss and bloodshot eyes
Ignorance is bliss through bloodshot eyes
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(By Plow United)
This is where they fought
Out here in the sun
This is where they died
Every single one
Watch Your Step
Keep off the grass
And don’t forget our Taco Stand
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Count von Count Wilmington, Delaware
Count von Count proudly started in Delaware, circa 2003.
We released 4 EPs, 5 splits, a tour
only comp, & a compilation of the out of print first two EPs.
Early, Justin Angeline played Bass and Pete Dawson played Bass for a time.
The final and definitive lineup consisted of Tom Ewing, Chris Haug, Mike Cummings, and Justin Vavala.
We’re committed to DIY/punk ethic, and happily lost money.
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