From ef44cb80f62ee30a4d61ff0043d2fd8083304e6f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: JebbJabroni Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2024 01:29:47 +0300 Subject: Kalibration Discography (still need to try and contact him about the links and refs and also write a proper description) --- album/references-beyond-homestuck.yaml | 110 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 110 insertions(+) (limited to 'album/references-beyond-homestuck.yaml') diff --git a/album/references-beyond-homestuck.yaml b/album/references-beyond-homestuck.yaml index 3b7e9524..699bb8e8 100644 --- a/album/references-beyond-homestuck.yaml +++ b/album/references-beyond-homestuck.yaml @@ -40339,6 +40339,116 @@ Lyrics: |- 飛んで飛んで舞い降りる天使のagape いつでもここにいるよ --- +Track: Tetragrammaton +Artists: +- The Mars Volta +Duration: '16:41' +URLs: +- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKsBl_HMKTY +Lyrics: |- + Tell me it's over, Rusbel awaits + I've been to the surface and nothing is there + Eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound + But when she awakes, will she still be with us? + My heart is darkclots, leap year is late + How did you get here? Ask all but the bait + From a Christ that went hissing, constrictin' his cells + We summon by candle, by book, and by bell + + Glossolalia coats my skin + Glycerin and turbulence + Stuffed the voice inside of God + Mirrors to the animals + Glossolalia coats my skin + Glycerin and turbulence + + The sermon goes mournin', prickin' its hail + Slothful the child that preys on the seed + Shall behead the drought, wound under sleeves + I hope you have room in a thicket of vines + Give me a moment to claim what you've stole + The streets will hang high stretched ribs and let taste + We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate + Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith + See upcoming rock shows + Get tickets for your favorite artists + + Glossolalia coats my skin + Glycerin and turbulence + Stuffed the voice inside of God + Mirrors to the animals + Glossolalia coats my skin + Glycerin and turbulence + Stuffed the voice inside of God + Mirrors to the animals + + Then so long, dear mnemonic + Assume the form you've given me, and I'll spill + Now hold on, just hold my hand + Say that they made you, but you brought your own leash + Tell me no more, no + Tell me no more, no + + Outside, by the drift + You read my will of thread and itch + Failure to comply as failure to decease + And still you won't know everything + I've built the fall + + The sulking drained the fall of my pale will swarming by your steps + Lickin' the ankles of your blasphemer guilts + It only meant to drape a plastic over the stuck pig scalp of head + To cover the sock where the flatline had spread + The kiosk in my temporal lobe is shaped like Rosalynn Carter + And she says my map is home again but torn face down + I have only but a million blemishes to tell you all about + + In the end they just gagged me to make him come out + + Gas me the hind of your five-legged snare + Tooth picks the eye, but nothing's there + Down drags your waltz 'cross the altar top + From a sleep that deprivation knew + Trespass your form, I'm void of dusk + I'd ask to look, but the mask stays on + You'll levitate Teutonic print + Cruelty is the wrath of my instrument + + In the end they just gagged me to make him come out + + You locked the cuffs, arsenic erupts + Will you drink the shadow of my red hair? + You and your false witness to God + You've one in the chamber, but your finger got stuck + Let slip the sound of a cry for help + But all was lost on the night you walked + Palms speak through eyes, serve your memory lost + I contaminate with insignias + + In the end they just gagged me to make him come out + + Glossolalia coats my skin + Glycerin and turbulence + Stuffed the voice inside of God + Mirrors to the animals + + Wait 'til I get my hands on you + I won't forget a face that lift me + Hey, ah-oh + Just you wait 'til I get my hands on you + I can't, can't, oh, oh + You won't remember + Oh, oh + + Unwrap my corpse and let it thaw + In the eye of the needle I can't get out + They'll check my wrist, I'll faint a pulse + I'm not the human you thought I was + If you pet the night, sixth pentacle dice + If you roll the seven, St. Michael dies + They'll be no ransom, don't shut my mouth + I scald the answer you're afraid of +--- Track: The A-Team Main Theme Artists: - Mike Post -- cgit 1.3.0-6-gf8a5