Purrrrr

by Psychic Pussies

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about

Mini Album recorded in December 2012 at Dropout Studios.
Unmastered. Unpublished.

credits

released August 18, 2012

Marion Andrau: Drums/Vocals
Leo Kurunis: Bass/Vocals
Luca Zoo Franzoni: Vocals/Guitars

Recorded and mixed at Dropout Studios by Tim 'Chimp' Cedar.

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Psychic Pussies UK

Once upon a time Zoo went on e-bay and won a bid on the item ‘Dimebag Darrel’s ashes. (1 ounce).’
He thought it was selfish keeping it all for himself, and so he called his best friends Marion and Leo.
They went on a long journey that took ‘em to the holy place of Stonehenge. Sitting in the inner stoner circle they smoked the stuff, and suddenly the clouds went cloudier and cloudier and..
(t.b.c.)
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Track Name: Cross
CROSS

(Verse)
Hey there! Holy man!
I heard you called my name
I’m crawling in. We’re crawling out.
Catholic guilt hooray!
Gangbang.Ball-Gag.
We heard he’s underage
I’ve lost my way
We’ll burn down everything

(Chorus)
GET OFF!!! THAT CROSS!!!
You already died!
GET OFF!!! THAT CROSS!!!
Are you ready?
GET OFF!!! THAT CROSS!!!
Wood for the fire! Eeeeh!!!

(Verse)
Hey cross-star! Pretty face!
You nailed it in one take.
Hail! Hail! Hello Halo!
That pose is really ace.
We all sang. We all prayed.
Fast as a human race.
I’ve lost my way
Munching the breadcrumb trail


(Chorus)
GET OFF!!! THAT CROSS!!!
D’ya feel ecstatic!?
GET OFF!!! THAT CROSS!!!
Stop posing tragic!!
GET OFF!!! THAT CROSS!!!
Flesh for the fire! FIRE!!
Track Name: Rope
ROPE

(Verse)
She won’t come back
She wrote it on a rope
While back to black
Was bleedin’ through her (door)

(Bridge)
It get’s better!!!
Sit back!!!
Stained weather
Oh well…

(Chorus)
Hemophiliac burial
Crippled thoughts
Get off me!!!
Transcend her scent

(Verse)
No second chance
The riddle’s on her shirt
My trembling hands
Evacuating

(Bridge)
It get’s better!!!
Sick dance!!!
Black feathers
What else…

(Chorus)
Dehydrating
Birds of prey
Gathering
Through my veins
Burning saints
Chronic plagues
It’s time to claim
Artaud’s cane
Shame.Shame.Shame.Shame
HEY!!!HEY!!!HEY!!!HEY!!!
Track Name: Motorway
Motorway

(Verse)
Trucks on the motorway
Their breath is on my neck
Nowhere to run away
My ride is such a wreck

(Chorus)
Tires on fire
Claim my soul
Driver’s tired
Give me a wall

(Verse)
I got ‘em on my trail
Since you don’t wanna know
She’s just a little whore
Compelling metaphor

(Chorus)
Tires on fire
Claim my soul
This boy’s tired
Give me a wall
Tires on fire
Dried-up Roads
Petrol’s dying (Pilot’s dying)
Keep Control (Kill me God)

(Verse - on quiet part after math rocky bridge)
And they’re still on my tail
No clues ‘bout what I’ve done
She must have set me up
Been always on the run
Been always on the run
Been always on the run
Been always on the run
Skin meltin’ in the sun
Skin meltin’ in the sun
Skin meltin’ in the sun
Skin meltin’ in the sun
Skin meltin’ in the sun

[Repeat 2nd Chorus with () lyrics)]
Track Name: Back To Back
BACK TO BACK

Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords shot one another
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to kill the two dead boys
BACK TO BACK!!! BACK TO BACK!!! BACK TO BACK!!! BACK TO BACK!!!
Track Name: Constant Pain
CONSTANT PAIN

Is a way
Tested lane
Fixing wall cracks for days
Show me the grave
Where we will share time
together

froze
glazed
never complain
filing the case
something still miss
it’s a dead end

WAIT!
FADE.
LATE!

It’s OK
I can trade
21 grams of pain
Chuck ‘em away
Stare at screen looking clever

Black lunged
Cripple by day
Devil by night
Gazing at mars/bars forever

WAIT!
FADE.
LATE!!

I saw things
through my days
now I’m scraping through the remains
Burned out my brains
What tends to stay stains
Whatever

Sick
Fuck
Playing out your luck
Checking your cards
Seven of hearts
Now or never.

WAIT!
FADE.
LATE.

Let ‘em slide
Down the drain
Guts and drugs thrown away .
Track Name: Hostile
HOSTILE

(Zoo's part)

We lay holding hands
our future born
Kicking through the walls
But then sand-man himself
Made a change
Pain what a name

Falcon fell!
Through the roof!
Onto my bed!
Killing my newly wed
blood pain pain pain

Now I stand in a trench
Where are my hands
Stench of rotting flesh
Now I’m fed gasoline
No man’s land
Greet flaming man

Run blast
Through the mudd
The rain
Running stray Falling prey
Aim straight straight pain

(Marion's part)