1. |
Gravity
04:39
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Heavy loads of thousand masses
are dragging me down
Gravity of collapsing stars
sucking me down into the ground
Glowing sun is crawling through
my leathery skin
While I’m lying on
my rusty deck chair
stoned with a goony grin
Gravity
takes me down
Pulling me
straight into the ground
While my journey
keeps me strolling
across my head
I’m becoming a psychonaut, yeah
resistant to any threat
My brand new smoking device
yeah
becoming a knife
I’m cutting the passing time
whoa, slowly, slice by slice
Pure fun’s rotating my bloodstream
makes me feel allright
It’s the bloody strong gravity
sucking me down all the night
Strung out
and sunburnt I’m waiting
for another drink
Inertia makes me staying here
lone in the desert winds
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2. |
Psychonaut
06:16
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I’ve been searching darkest places
using various gear
I’ve been travelling
times and spaces
not knowing that my target
is here
I will stay
I will pay
while my head keeps me strolling
and I’m feeling fine
I’ll keep constantly diving
through spaces and times
Would you ride for a feeling
Would you ride for it, yeah
Would you die for a feeling
Would you die for it, yeah
As I keep shifting through
your head, yeah
your head full of thoughts
I am trying to figure out
who are your lords
I will stay
I will pay
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3. |
Hell
04:13
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Down the trench, home alone
yeah I’m lying here
On a bench made of wood
sucking down my fear
Beating heart like the
breach of a machine gun
Accompanied by dead friends
waiting for the end
Artillery holds me down
forces me to bend
On my bench cowering
Yeah, I clench my gun
Hell - Yeah, hell is some place
Where I lost my identity
I - Yeah I’ve been there man
So beware what the fuck I’ve seen
Like a wonder almost deaf
but I’m still not dead
my uniform is completely
soaked with my cold sweat
on my life no one ever
ever gave a shit
Here’s the order
getting up
starting an assault
and the barrel of my rifle
yeah, it’s so worn out
feeling like a bloody git
Like some maggots
all my fellows
crawling through dirt
I took a hit but I’m scared
‘cause it does not hurt
leaving just a bloody trail
Wow, screaming bullets
all around me
strike into the sand
what the hell have I lost
in this god damn land?
Peggin‘ out for your greed of gain
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4. |
Misadventure
04:15
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Heading home unscheduled
I found my wife at home
Banging my best friend
that dirty little whore
Took her to task but she told me
for god’s sake to fuck off
Heeyeah,
yeah what a fucking bad day
Heeyeah,
yeah what a fucking bad day
Returned to my off ice, yeah
I’m yawning ‘cause I’m tired
My boss is getting pissed of me
and tells me that I’m fired
Clenching fists I want a fight
but I have to clear my fucking desk
My disloyal fucking wife
set fire to my house
[I] Did not pay my insurance
so I was a little bit aroused
[My] slaughtered dog’s
lying in the porch
[My] property became
a fucking torch
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5. |
Breed
05:38
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Breed
breed all the time
Feed
feed’ em with bribes
Burn
down the holy wood
turn
there is no god
Listen to their fucking lies
every fucking time every fucking day
Feed ‘em with fucking bribes
all the fucking time, come with no delay
Love
for better or for worse
Leave
if you’re not heard
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6. |
Scream
04:41
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Green leafs preempt my ass
Inhale all that sallow gas
Easily violate your nose
We’ll find the proper dose
While you’re screaming: toro, go!
Yeah, my head will let you know
who’s hot and who is not
who‘s bad ass, who’s a god
Scream
Yeah, baby scream for me tonight
Inhale
and seek the bright white light
Yeah, baby scream for me tonight
Your head never ever
wins this fight
All, we’re standing here
Left handed carrying a beer
Waiting for the final truck
speeding up and to be struck
Beer, bananas and some weed
dope and alc, the evil twins
fermenting in your intestines
and you have been destined!
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7. |
Waiter
05:56
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Glowin’ sun is fucking burning
my bare square head
I’ll hardly be escaping
Yeah a tavern is hidden in that shed
for taking a round
paying a round
to wait for that round
Loads of sweat are seeping
over [my] forehead
through the brows
I’m desperately waiting
For god’s sake show up
cause I’m aroused
Strung out
sunburnt I’m waiting
for you
to bring be some beer
waiter
don’t let me dying of thirst,
yeah
I’m peeging out here
Strung out
sunburnt I’m waiting
for you
to bring be some beer
waiter
don’t let me dying of thirst,
yeah
come over here
Yeah, my head has started aching
And my tongue has gotten thick
My heart has started pounding
my stomach, man
feels like a fucking brick
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8. |
Cobalt Blues
05:35
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I’ve been drinking whiskey
half time of my life
thought marriage would stop me
but I drank on with my wife
Doctor said: Ain’t no potbelly,
yeah you’re dragging all around
you fool
It’s your oversized liver, man
so large, it ain’t cool
so large, it ain’t cool
One day I’ve been drinking
I fell drop-dead from my stool
Went straight down to hell, yeah,
that doctor was no fool
The devil himself welcomed me
and showed me all around his turf
a bar, a pool, a beach, yeah,
and a place to take a surf
yeah, to take a surf [ride]
One day I’ve been wandering
all around I found a swell
Inside burning souls
shrieking in agony
that was hell
I straight went to the devil, yeah,
and asked him all about this sump
He told me,
these were Christians, man,
they burn on their own demand
on their own demand
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9. |
Fahrenheit
05:42
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130 Fahrenheit
and my V8’s carrying me
rollin’ thru the desert,
yeah
all that shiny day
and my V8’s leaving a cloud
all four hundred horse powers
combined have become unleashed
Yeah
Oh Yeah
Rolling down that fucking lane
Rolling all my day
White and yellow desert sand
I’m rolling through
a fucking no man’s land
Just me and my ride, yeah
rolling all that shiny day
Under a blue and cloudless sky
no one asks a fucking a reason why
there’s a drop dead body lying
back in the back of my trunk
Yeah
Oh Yeah
Rolling down that fucking lane
Rolling all my day
Rolling all my day
I’m feeling like
I’m shifting more and more away
Smoke some weed, a double head
have some beer, yeah that’s fat
Suddenly my brains are starting
starting off to boil
Have some more of that weed
and some more beer on that deeds
I’m rolling to a horizon, yeah
which never seems to end
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10. |
Napalm in my Bong
08:15
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Here she comes
ain’t she a glance
I named her
Mathilda
And here comes
delivered fresh
some new pot
from Sinaloa
Uh, that shit’s so fine
Burns like napalm
in my bong
And it’s mine, all mine
Burns like napalm
in my bong
I fit her
- Mathilda - into a case
made of an
old M14
I drilled trough
trough the buttstock’s glaze
to fit her
to fit her shillum in
Every day I point that gun
straight to my head
The loudest shot is none
none you ever heard
Ammo shaped hashballs
blowing out my brains
Vitrified chamber, yeah
burning finest haze
burns like napalm
in my bong
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MUDFINGER Koblenz, Germany
MUDFINGER is a Stoner / Sludge / Groove Metal band from the Westwood area in -Germany- and has been founded by Oli (D),
Timo (G) and Marcus (V/B).
Our mission is to distill the quintessence of Stoner Metal, Sludge and Heavy Stoner Rock into our songs and derive melodic, grooving songs with catchy hooklines.
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