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My Secret Life As A Deviant

by El Demento

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Spraypaint 03:17
We came from the land of rain Stars in our eyes and a female name We scrape up off the bottom on our knees all the same What does it take to get ahead? Say the right things, sleep in the right bed The five-year plan can change a mortal man Once in a while you find a soul Where devotion sinks in and love takes hold And you curse and curse the first day you know it's love And what does it take to be a man? Wasting time in another fuck-band? The five-year curse has left me terse and hungry Time beats on me like rain Wasted on my window pain Wanting for the secret glimpse of what a man should never see Your neighbor is your enemy So come and find your identity It's never too late to learn the value of hate Idols and images were always too much for us We'd share your apathy before we'd share your disgust We never had time to find a political schtick And if you turned your back on our favorite cause You wouldn't even make us sick But when the flag start flying and the sheets come down And the swastika spraypaint all over town Has the hippies scratching head in disillusion They can't believe they backed the wrong revolution And your best friend's piety becomes a joke As the houses and the bodies go up in smoke The day your leaders stop their lies Well, that's the day that everybody dies On the wall... (spraypaint) On the wall... (spraypaint) On the wall... (spraypaint) On the wall... (spraypaint)
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Him 02:52
I've got a new song and I'm fired up You think I care but I don't give a flying up So who's important? Who's got the edge? Who's got the feeling? Who makes the bed? He's just a menace who steals the crown He's just a joker from the other side of town And I know him well And I know his thorns And I know the year, the month, the day, and hour he was born Just let it go... So when's the future? Is this our chance? Who's got their hand in what? Who stands in circumstance? What are he's resources? Is he in league with that entity that keeps me in this full fatigue? And I know him well And I know his thorns And I know the year, the month, the day, and hour he was born Just let it go... Some of the parts, parts of the few Slice of the equal Now who hates who... And I know him well... Gotta let it go...
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Lawrence was a very strange boy He had a tattoo of Nicholai Chauchescu on his forearm Bides his time as a night watch guard Goes to school and carries the party card — he's got ambition Wants to be a big-time hater Image bigger that a Chinese dictator or Joseph Stalin Pounding back those double martinis Pounding his fist like Mussolini And no, no, no... no, no, no... it's Lawrence And now we come to the second obsession He had a lust for female attention And it was hard to come by Chatting up 'til his money's spent Foaming at the mouth, he gets violent And he doesn't see, doesn't see the connection No he doesn't see, doesn't see the connection Coming home at 3am Confusion and cruelty in his mind again Cuz they're so cold, they're so very cold Made his way to the refrigerator Stripped down naked and an hour later We walked in and caught him with a head of lettuce Fucking a head of lettuce...
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Daisy Age 03:13
In the summer of our sweet content we are immune From each other, from our mothers From impending doom If all we want is all we know We cannot reap what others sew We will not be what we should be We will not take that road I will not work in a bank I will not sell my soul We love money well enough to let it go And if there is a daisy age Don't waste it on the printed page The time you spend raising awareness will not raise my wage No big secret, no big movement Just a context for improvement In the daisy age, the bottom line is pay the rent
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Scratchy vinyl records and surface noise A drink drunk in the past Stubby bottles for drinkin' beer Made from dark brown glass I'm sick of being sick and I'm tired of being tired What ever happened to all of those heroes That we all used to admire Why do rob us of the things that you flaunt at us Each and every day Advertisers crawling all over each other To tell us what they have to say Only to you... I never knew that the two of you Would be so true to me Everywhere that I stop and stare Just tells a tale on me Good riddance to you, sir You've fucked with our thinking for long enough It's just like a tumor Better cut it before it gets rough You and me and surface noise (good thing gone)...
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Ambitions were never ambitious enough for me Don't know what I want to be I heard the news Can it be true? Now *there's* something I'd like to be If God is dead... If God is dead... If God is dead... Then give me the job Gimme gimme the job... Taking the power Is a lonely road Who cares if you've got control Stick a needle in your eye Just did it and don't know why Because you lied to me If God is dead...
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December crisply drips Outside of these four walls The last vestiges of hardcore Locked outside these iron doors There is truth somewhere in the male adolescent pain But we're getting nowhere When people stick their necks out To be chopped off in vain And we've been drinkin' the way folks do And we've been thinkin' how festive liquids should be shared... It's Christmas in Oakalla, so mother dry your tears Christmas in Oakalla as we raise another beer It's Christmas in Oakalla and I hope you get another year... You didn't think life was fair When you stabbed your best and only friend in the back And it's not as if you cared It was just a stepping stone affair It's Christmas in Oakalla, so mother dry your tears Christmas in Oakalla as we raise another beer It's Christmas in Oakalla and I hope you get another year... We used to wonder if we could have saved you or not But now no-one cares if you sit and rot
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Loving Ivy 02:49
Once you've had Ivy you'll never go back Once you've had Ivy, you'll never ever go back She'll pull you down in the gutter She'll love you so hard You won't want no other Leaving her is so hard Ivy... let me tell you about my girl And you'll never leave her unless she's leaving you She's always seeing others She's always telling you what the fuck to do You won't eat or drink for nine days to be by her side You'll laugh and you'll sleep 'til she tells you to cry You'll hurt so bad you'll be worn to the bone You'll wish you'd never been born Ivy... let me tell you about my girl Let me tell you a little more about my girl [*ramble*] Ivy... let me tell you about my girl

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Short live acoustic set in a "hostile" environment in the middle of a short, ill-advised coffe-house & open-mic-featured-artist "tour". El Demento (and sometimes side man Larry Liar) abandon the planned set and play some of El Demento's earliest songs from his earliest incarnations.

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released March 15, 2011

El Demento - Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Larry Liar - Electric Guitar, Vocal

Recorded live February 14, 2011
Kow Pasture Lounge, Owasso, Oklahoma

Originally released on CDr on Demented Records (Demented 1)
©1987-1990, 2011 Standard Deviation Music (ASCAP)

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El Demento Los Angeles, California

Solo work from Deviant (the long time underground musician) that spun-off in the early 2000s as dark man-and-his-guitar project that has since had the occasional inclusion of a side man or looping station. The El Demento monicker came from a friend of friend who always accidentally referred to him as "Demento" instead of "Deviant" -- it gradually became an inside joke when playing without a band. ... more

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