1. |
LONG LIVE SLUMBER
00:47
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Uh, I'm definitely not being paid to tell you how excited I am for the new Kaizo Slumber album!
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2. |
PROTOPHANTASY
01:02
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Break your neck
Let you bleed
Dribbled snot
Millipede
Fuck me up
In your dreams
This is not
Fantasy
Break your neck
Let you bleed
Dribbled snot
Millipede
Fuck me up
In your dreams
This is not
Fantasy
Fucking worm
Lie there and wriggle
Worthless
You’ll always been this frail
Break your neck
Let you bleed
Dribbled snot
Millipede
Fuck me up
In your dreams
This is not
Fantasy
Break your neck
Let you bleed
Dribbled snot
Millipede
Fuck me up
In your dreams
This is not
Fantasy
You are beneath me
(You are beneath me)
This is not your fantasy
(This is not your fantasy)
You are beneath me
(You are beneath me)
This is not your fantasy
(This is not your fantasy)
You are beneath me
(You are beneath me)
This is not your fantasy
(This is not your fantasy)
You are beneath me
(You are beneath me)
This is not your fantasy
This is not your-
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3. |
MARIONETTE
00:58
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Hand puppet, hand puppet
Narrator ad libs
Just stay cooped in your shack
Watch as your whole world collapses
Hand puppet, hand puppet
My fate is yours too
We don’t make things happen
The strings of the beholder do
You and I
Don’t live free lives
You and I
Don’t live free lives
You and I
Don’t live free lives
You and I
Don’t live free lives
Hand puppet, hand puppet
Guiding hand says what’s next
Try your best to fight it
It’s inhuman and it’s violent
Hand puppet, hand puppet
It has no matter, no feelings
Hand puppet guides your soul
And it lives within your being
You and I
Don’t live free lives
You and I
Don’t live free lives
You and I
Don’t live free lives
You and I
Don’t live free lives
I’m heading out to investigate the underground
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4. |
GROSS TECHNIQUE
01:01
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I’ve been meaning to tell you something, uh
Shut up you stupid bitch
Hiyah
Ah
We’re your only option
I’m fresh out of high school and making sound
Armed to the teeth
Your neighbourhood is my fucking playground
We have it under control
Just don’t look at us funny
And we’ll let you go
We have it under control
Don’t drive off too fast
Where do you think you’re going?
We have it under control
Just don’t look at us funny
And we’ll let you go
We have it under control
Don’t stare out too long
And we’ll let you know
We have it under control
Just don’t look at us funny
And we’ll let you go
I swear we have it under control
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5. |
GENGAR ECSTASY
01:51
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It stands there late at night
Stares at me, chillingly
Seven blood-shot eyes
Hovering, mimicry
Ask it how and why
Why the fuck are you here
No reply
The creature grins and jeers
It stands there late at night
Stares at me, chillingly
Seven blood-shot eyes
Hovering, mimicry
I go to bed
It wishes me sweet dreams
Flashing beams
Gengar ecstasy
It stands there late at night
Stares at me, chillingly
Seven blood-shot eyes
Hovering, mimicry
Ask it how and why
Why the fuck are you here
No reply
The creature grins and jeers
It stands there late at night
Stares at me, chillingly
Seven blood-shot eyes
Hovering, mimicry
I go to bed
It wishes me sweet dreams
Flashing beams
Gengar ecstasy
Bye then ghost friend
(Bye then ghost friend)
Hope you can come again
(Hope you can come again)
Bye then ghost friend
(Bye then ghost friend)
Hope you can come again
(Hope you can come again)
Bye then ghost friend
(Bye then ghost friend)
Hope you can come again
(Hope you can come again)
Bye then ghost friend
Hope you can come again
Bye then ghost friend
Hope you can come again
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6. |
AMBIENTPOP
01:02
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7. |
NAPALM STICKS TO KIDS
01:22
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We shoot the sick, the young, the lame
We do our best to kill and maim
Because the kills all count the same
Napalm sticks to kids
Flyin' low across the trees
Pilots doing what they please
Droppin’ frags on refugees
Napalm sticks to kids
See the kids jump and shout
Drop some napalm without a doubt
Watch 'em try and put it out
Napalm sticks to kids
Flyin' low and feelin' mean
See a family by the stream
Drop some napalm, hear ’em scream
Napalm sticks to kids
This is the reward for a lifetime of service to the government…
It made us feel so good inside
When the strong men wept and the women cried
But what we like is the children fried
Napalm sticks to kids
See a family over there
Watch me get 'em with a pair
Blood and guts just everywhere
Napalm sticks to kids
Shootin’ women’s lots of fun
Try killin' one that’s pregnant, son
You'll get two for the price of one
Napalm sticks to kids
Shoot civilians where they sit
Take some pictures as you split
All your life you'll remember it
Napalm sticks to kids
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8. |
2007 TOYOTA SIENNA
01:47
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Nothing won’t matter to me
Wife, kids, job, work, places to be
What once disillusioned
I won’t care for solutions
Revolution? I’m too old for that shit
Grill heated up, nice day to lounge
Back in my day, we used to raise our fists
Later on, will I give a shit? Not an ounce
You’re not
Immune
To apathy
Get all
Lost in
With what’s happening
You’re not
Immune
To complacency, when your
Unit
Becomes
The priority, and then
Nothing won’t matter to you
Routine and habits and schedules do
You may fight the man now
But you’ll come around
What was once revolutionary
Becomes a boring cliche
Your kids will mock you for your luddite ways
You’ll shout “just respect authority, man!”
You’re not
Immune
To apathy
Get all
Lost in
With what’s happening
You’re not
Immune
To complacency, when your
Unit
Becomes
The priority, and then
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9. |
BL00D TYPE
01:12
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I was also asked to sign a pornographic anime magazine
Body horror
Take a swig
Huffing static
You’re a bitch
Sticky liquid
Gamy lymph
Needle-induced
Renal cleanse
Pounding headache
Turned brain combust
Synaptic fail
Thought juice sprayed
Heartbeat slamming
Richmond solo
And then to an abrupt end
Pick my poison
Yes, sir please
On the menu
All times three
Eyes sunk, mouth dry
My voice: null
I’ll make my
Blood type illegible
Flaky skin
Grittier than sand
I hope you like
Parmesan
Shocking, stabbing
Pins, needles
Chucking little stones
At my skin
Gasp in, gurgle out
Scream in pain
Cry more, pout
Do it again
Body horror
Take a swig
Huffing static
You’re a bitch
Pick my poison
Yes, sir please
On the menu
All times three
Eyes sunk, mouth dry
My voice: null
I’ll make my
Blood type illegible
Pick my poison
Yes, sir please
On the menu
All times three
Eyes sunk, mouth dry
My voice: null
I’ll make my
Blood type illegible
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10. |
REUBEN'S WALTZ
01:51
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Chiming alarm
Aloof sobbed speech
Belt ‘round your skin
You’re scaring me
You’re gone, what then?
Just please listen
Closed book, the end
You’re still my best friend
Nothing’s coming through to you
New friends scoffed at your misery
I promise you can start anew
Just please stop fucking with me
Just please stop fucking with me
I plead
Seconds to dial
Oh God, no time
They saw you smile
We watched you die
A farce, all zen
Blood spilt from your chest
Closed book, the end
You’re still my best friend
Nothing’s coming through to you
New friends scoffed at your misery
I promise you can start anew
Just please stop fucking with me
Nothing’s coming through to you
We all scoffed at your misery
We don’t want you to leave
I plead, do it for us
Do it for us
I plead
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11. |
GALAXY TORIMOTI
01:53
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If you believe
I can show you so much love
If you believe
I can show you so much love
On and on, on
If you believe, if you
If you believe, if you
On and on
On and on, on
On and on
On and on, on
On and on
On and on, on
You’re in my dreams
If you believe
I can show you so much love
You’re in my dreams
If you believe
I can show you so much love
Don’t let go
You’re in my dreams
Don’t let go
If you believe
I can show you so much love
If you believe
I can show you so much love
Don’t let go
If you believe, if you
If you believe, if you
If you believe, if you
If you believe, if you
On and on
On and on, on
On and on
On and on, on
If you believe
I can show you so much love
You’re in my dreams
If you believe
I can show you so much love
Don’t let go
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12. |
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Pedal to the metal
What the fuck is wrong with you
Metre on 84
Stop the fucking car
Fuck dude, stop whining
Please, I’m begging you
Quit being a pussy you’ll be fine
I just didn’t plan on dying
We’ll be there in no time
I’m not in a rush
The thrill shouldn’t be a crime
You’re in no state to drive
Fuck off, I’m perfectly sober
Are you trying to kill?
No, I just hate rumbling still
You’ll tip the car over!
Do and die
Speed of light, in a second I’m breaking through
Do and die
Doing 45 in a 9 like I'm playing sudoku
Fast approaching, push the stick
You’re a fucking lunatic
Oh your mind is so feeble
You just killed like six people
They shouldn’t be in the middle of the street
You drove into the sidewalk
At this speed it’s hard to steer
If you can’t steer then stop!
We’ll be there in no time
I’m not in a rush
This thrill shouldn’t be so divine
You’re in no state to drive
Fuck off, I’m perfectly lucid
Will you pay for all your crimes?
Don’t act like you weren’t complicit
Don’t you dare blame me this time
Pedal to the metal!
Pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata, pirata
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13. |
TV MAKES YOU DUMBER!
01:17
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おやすみなさい
私のネオミク
私がそばにいてあげる守ってあげるから
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らららら
らら
And you thought the beat slowed down!
おやすみなさい
私のネオミク
私がそばにいてあげる守ってあげるから
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14. |
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I love you
Kenny G
You play the sax real good
You’re my favourite most white boy
Embrace me, Kenneth
Hold me in your arms
Fuck me, Kenny G
Fuck me!
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15. |
COMIC MISCHIEF
02:02
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16. |
KAIZO BLUNDER
04:07
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I hate the taste
Of mediocrity
The bitter smell of burning plastic
The flaming out of another shitty lounge act
I just can’t fizzle out
My ego wouldn’t handle it well
I poured my blood into the sound
But what if my blood isn't good enough to sell
I’d hate to be
A passing novelty
My art phoned-in
A ‘what could’ve been’
Flavour of the month
A master of none
One hit wonder
Another fucking blunder
Chew me up and spit me out
Stick the remains under the table
Dried up and forgotten about
A truly stupid and humiliating end
I won’t let you drown me out
My ego wouldn’t handle it well
I poured my blood into the sound
But what if my blood isn't good enough to sell
I’d hate to be
A passing novelty
My art phoned-in
A ‘what could’ve been’
Flavour of the month
A master of none
One hit wonder
Another fucking blunder
I’d hate to be
A passing novelty
My art phoned-in
A ‘what could’ve been’
Flavour of the month
A master of none
One hit wonder
Another fucking blunder
No one's ever dreamed of
Typing at a desk
No one's ever dreamed of
Being twelfth best
No one's ever dreamed of
Rotting in their nest
No one's ever dreamed of
Being thirty-eighth best
No one's ever dreamed of
Typing at a desk
No one's ever dreamed of
Being twelfth best
No one's ever dreamed of
Rotting in their nest
No one's ever dreamed of
Being thirty-eighth best
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17. |
SFX HABIBI
00:47
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Kaizo Slumber Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Kaizo Slumber is the electronic music project of Libyan-German producer, Kaizo Ziad.
Formerly known as
'Acetantina,' the artist behind Kaizo Slumber seeks to create a frenetic yet ethereal atmosphere with electronic beats reminiscent of rave and video game music.
Contact: contact@kaizoslumber.xyz
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