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The Ayahuasca Path
01:26
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Depressive for some years
Gruelling work, backbreaking and badly paid
Split household, destitute
Locked in fear, I need to find a peace haven
Heard about a new church
Recognized to be efficient at easing
So I tried a first mass
Sipping tea, while listening to the priest’s words
A dragon swoops down on me, breathing fire
Freaking ghosts are wandering madly around
My journey in this wild mystical world continues
My first frights soon melt down in a relief state
The tea was the trick
A blend of ayahuasca vine and chacruna shrub
The essence of this mascarade
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Elderberries
Mum made a jam, auntie left us some fruity tarts
And granny, she dug out the old family cake
All juicy
Now, I learn about a field near
Where grow some of these fruits
Just what i need, to calm my frenzy for these berries
I pick a lot and
God I feel sick, swaying
Port and starboard, then
I collapse
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Wartime Tart
01:18
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Hiding in the cave, trying to survive
Fields grow poorer, gotta find some new staple food
My man found some sago palm
I can make some sweat wheat
Add some rotten apples
We’ll eat a tasty tart
Then pain gain our livers
My hasty washing failed to curb the wild plant
End of our disarray thanks to this saving tart
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Betel Nut Beauties
02:32
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Driving at dawn, scanning the sidewalk
A bevy of fleshy butts whet my appetite
I began to drool over these when I saw her
Accost her, she shows me
A tobacco leaf, unforeseen
Some weird nuts inside
She gabbles some words, I get it
Got me up for dope, why not
Let’s kill two birds with one stone
Try to convince her for sex
She takes a leave too, and accept
After some more or less tender hugs
A weird arousal seizes me
I had to spit a flood of dribble revealing a bright red splash
My stupor raises her smile
Showing off her black stained teeth
A freaky sketch of a monstrous copulation under full moon
Gruesome pictures crossing my mind
I grab an iron bar lying around us
I squash it right through de skull of my beauty
Red of blood mixing with my dribble’s one
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Xenophon's Rhododendrons
01:29
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Four oh one before christ
At the bottom of the colchains we stood
Ready to eat them alive
We make our vows to the gods
Archers on our wings drew the enemy army
Our centre forces got a clear path to success
We enter some villages
We found lots of beehives
All honeycombs were eaten
By our enthusiasts warriors
Their impolite gluttony
Was soon to be punished
They were all seized with vomiting, losing their senses
Brought to the ground, some only drunk like
Others just like
Dead
Harsh lesson
That honey was made of rhododendrum ponticum
None will stuff on this now
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The Seagulls Are Coming
00:57
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Trawling nets grow rank
Shortage of seafood
Disrupt eco system
Fish feed on garbage
That toxic
Blue algae
They end dead
On surface
Draw the eye
Of the seagulls they will contaminate
Ill birds hurting boats
Raving mad
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Tobacco Staccato
01:36
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8. |
Strychnine Cream
02:09
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I married her forced at gunpoint
Cause I knocked her up
I left her, but soon went back to see her die
Then at medical school, I met a girl
We had a lovely affair, and then she died
Later when I set up in practice
I helped a wife with killing her womanizer
She ratted me out, rather than serve time herself
All these crimes
Were about strychnine poisoning
Watch them die
Lose their breath till the last spasm
Fixed in terror
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Naughty Nepenthes
00:44
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In early hours
I sweep the fl oor like every day in the greenhouse
What a nasty smell
I immediately stopped and searched the cause
I come nose to leaf with a plant
A gorgeous Nepenthes Truncata
Mouse tail outside
Pull it out
Unveil the rodent
Drowned in digestive fl uid
Decomposed
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Harsh Rash
01:55
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Heard about an odd toad
You lick it then you get a good trip
We have to fi nd one
A quagmire, mosquitoes
We hear some croaks, the right place
I see a big one right there
I grab the branch above
It stings so much
So I quickly lose my grip
And it slaps back at my face
Went back, my skin now blistering
I just ran to see the doctor
Told him my story, he laughed and said
I choose the wrong shrub, a poison sumac
Despite the treatment, I got almost blind
For more than six months, sure not worth a lick
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Psychedelic Beans
01:38
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Five fruits and vegetables per day as the ads say
Maybe I should give it a try
Bought some beans at the local store
Hope the gain is worth the taste
But within the next hour
I feel not so healthy
Distortions blur my eyes, my lips they dehydrate
My audition begin to fail, barely hearing the news
Those beans
Should be returned
Belladonna
Seeds inside
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Rural Warfare
01:53
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Nice weather, gather my friends for a game
Quick comes the idea, the rural warfare
Catapult and blowpipe only allowed
Ammo should stain for easier refereeing
Let’s fi ght till death
Angry Cows in front of Hillbilly Bears
We break up and now the hunt has begun
Hear the cries of pain
A sting in the neck
He got me, third victim
But he seemed, not so glad
He started convulsing
Then he fell down
His blowpipe was made of water hemlock
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Hannibal Feast
02:28
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Another war in sight
Already thrill my mind
Back in Carthago
The city I must free
Got a report about the enemy
Less numerous, we outta be crafty
Who might pride himself a better leader
We will feint the battle, no suspicion left
Fight
Two days long
Fair enough
We surrender offi cially
Set up a feast pledge of fair play
Wine fl owing for our enemy
Not just any one, mandragora
Early in the morning, they were asleep
Time for us to take them over
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Beta-Caroten Botulism
01:31
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Bio culture, bourgeois bohème
Resign yourself, pick a smoothie
Now in every store, price more or less excessive
Green off-beat shops spread, fi erce racing
They create subtle blends
Meant to thrill the bobo’s snobbery
The latest success
A carrot juice with beetroot and kiwi drops
But a week later, hospitals steal the show
Burst of botulism stops the craze
Bio carrots, from the farmer
Were held at wrong temperature
All juices were infected
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Municipal Haste
00:30
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Not far from the elections
Got to seduce the suburbs
Set up a park full of fl owers
Looks like the young enjoy it
Some were found zigzagging, oddly babbling
What a nightshade tea party
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Fussy Cat
01:29
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Enough, can’t stand that kitty, I wish it dies
Mum refuses to abandon it
I have a plan, I saw a documentary
About gardens, learning plants can be nasty to pets
Aconite is the best suited for cats
I get some from my grandma
Slyly attract the cat into my room
It got fond of these
It licks the leaves, chewing on the fl ower, I’m glad
Slaver comes
Eyes roll up
Corpse slows down
Till victory
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Markov's Umbrella
02:41
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Quite a nice day for London, the usual drizzle
I am gone for work
As an ex-soviet journalist
Freedom I found here fi ts me well
Cross the bridge, reach the bus stop
I’ll have to wait, draw my book
An awful pain hitting my thigh
A man runs away
Fold his umbrella
He apologizes, but damn it hurts
Fever settles in, end up coughing up blood
Doctor found haemorrhages in almost every organ
Well, I was poisoned with ricin
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Socrate's Fizz
03:15
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Just got the news
Charged by Anytos
Mad, because of my critics
He thought his son wasn’t worth better than a tanner
An impostor, that’s what he’ll made of me
Using the confusion, with these sneaky sophists
Since the oracle
When Appolon said
I was the wisest on Earth
People stare at me,afraid, I disrupt their faith
With instilling my learning in the young
They would follow me, blindly relying on the oracle
So what will I be accused of ?
Denying the gods ?
Making up some new ones ?
Corrupting my young disciples ?
During my plea
I ensure them that my research only tend to prove
No man is fully wised
Making the oracle quite ironic
Tell them about the Demons
Which I believe to rule our existence
Above the gods I assume this does not refute all the charges
And I accepted wisely the condemnation of the city
I was forced to drink that old water hemlock brew
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20. |
Peyote Coyote
05:12
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