TrashAxis

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1.
Long Pig 01:25
You see a mother. What will he see? Won’t see a human . All he sees is long pig Do you think it’s wrong? What he has done. With blood on his tongue, salivate for long pig. Behold the long pig. Succulent cuts, tender moist, and thick. Eating chewy fried dick. Get what you asked for, eaten and drugged. Lying in my tub, probing at your own wound. Bled out and butchered ,stored cold and dry ,munching on your thigh, long pig pie n the sky You are so tasty to me. Can’t you see? You’re everything I’m craving. You’re all I’ll ever eat. Behold Long pig long pig long pig Long pig long pig long pig Long pig long pig long pig Behold Long pig long pig long pig Long pig long pig long pig Long pig long pig long pig
2.
If you’re gonna front and be an unabashed racist,know I’m on the hunt .I’ll cut you into little pieces. Better shut your trap before you start to act a fool.If you’re spitting hate, I’ll make a stu out of you Boil your fat for wax. Make candles and soap for my friends.When my bike pops a flat,fill up a tube of your intestines. I’m gonna cut out your tongue. Gonna serve it up aug rotten.Make use of your body,cuz your little mind’s too rotten Baited with ignorance,to set mt raps for the beast. Kill all the bigot and prepare a sumptuous feast Through with all the bigots but you don’t know what to do? Through with all the bigots but you don’t know what to do? Well if you’re feeling down try some bigot noodle soup. Through with all the bigots but you don’t know what to do? Well if you’re feeling down try some bigot noodle soup. As god as my witness,I’ll never go hungry again. Cuz I can make jerky out of intolerant tendons. Put you in the oven and bake you with lots of love. Then I’ll use the scraps and I’ll feed you to me dogs
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El heladero empuja su carito a la linea del pan para da a los ninos on gusto un guston Madre y hijo andan pasado. Heladero sonrie,pero ay un coche pasa lentamente,lentamente. El conductor saco su fusil. El vio lad madre y hijo,y la calle llena de sangre,de sangre Esa noche el encontro el assesino y disparo lo en el Corazon,el Corazon,el Corazon El reuino algunas armas y cargo su carrito.Esa noche el encontro el assesino y disparo lo en el Corazon. A partir de esa dia,todos los malos temeiron la sonida de las campanas del flautist de encanto.
4.
Tires on hot asphalt a man on a mission stopping injustice like you and I breathe,his life was a struggle but he lived to the full Los malos can’r run los malos can’t hide. Thepipiers on the beat every day and night. Never walked away from a single fight. Far from perfect with whiskey on his breath. Fighting cop or thug sometimes to the death.A poor ice cream truck driver ding what he could Dishing out revenge so cold and sweet. Kiliing for the kids and handing out treats. The barrio’s no place for vigilantes. There’s no sleep for those who keep the peace. As long as evils lurking got to stay on your feet.The bad guys are wating for you to admit defeat. Wherever there is wrong the piper will make it right .Encato kids got hope for their future in sight. As long as he keeps piping the good guys on our side Theres no sleep for those who keep the peace as long as evil’s lurking got to stay on your feet Wherever there is wrong the piper will make it right. Encanto kids got hope for their future in sight El heladero empuja su carito
5.
Our hero’s rage has become uncontrollable Los malos violent tactics all deplorable the piper can’t rest until evil is slain And knows full well the price he must pay El flautist drudges on his worries in tow He could lay down his gun and live a long life But if he decides to lay siege on encato His song is sung but his glory never dies He searched out the killers,pimps,rapists, and thieves And made them beg forgiveness, sobbing at his feet In bloodlusting frenzy he tried to kill every last one But did not suvive unscathed, our heros undone He grabs his last bottle and sits atop his cart Gulping and swallowing to soothe his drunk heart The piper waits patiently for los malos won’t rest Until the dawn breaks and the piper is dead Unable to stand our hero is seized His body dragged a couple blocks to the trolley In his last breath he spits “see you in hell puto” As the train rolls down the tracks at 62nd and encanto It so it seems los malos have won the fight But the story’s not over ,theres more to tell Because somewhere out in the barrio tonight Another piper is already ringing the bells
6.
Mukasey 03:44
I lookout into the atlantic ocean. Ibreathe in free air, and I get the notion. You and I’ve done nothing to deserve this. Do your worst, I got nothing to confess. Renditions so extraordinary. Bloodshed completely unnecessary. Renditions so extraordinary. Bloodshed completely unnecessary. You want a definitipon for torture. There’s no need for a fucking committee. Nobody got the memo to suffer.There’s so much shame in ambiguity. Please,please give me an answer Mukasey. Don’t want to be your water board baby. Lock me up,Guantanamo,no,no,no. In my cell won’t you please leave me alone?
7.
First dog in line. Chosen, strutting at the end of a short lease. Don’t believe what you preach Elephant leads mule. Selling you a place in line so you become their tool.Indoctrinate your school. Arrest that fucking scum. Say it rude to call attention,tolerating no dissention. How rude is fucking war? Duocracy is lame. United in support of the capitalist regime.What you call life’s obsene.Denied of land and liberty. The neo nazi new world order threatens all our lives Grumbling subhuman automatons. Collective’s unsuccessful abortions. Products of a consumer culture. Clawing at each other to get ahead Force fed this nonsense from birth. Kept unable to reclaim our only earth. They say change means signing away four more years to a party of complicit war criminals Grumbling subhuman automatons. Collective’s unsuccessful abortions. Products of a consumer culture. Clawing at each other to get ahead Force fed this nonsense from birth. Kept unable to reclaim our only earth. They say change means signing away four more years to a party of complicit war criminals Arrest that fucking scum. Say it rude to call attention,tolerating no dissention. How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war?How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war?
8.
Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon Semait la terreur dans toute la région. Jamais il ne se coiffait, jamais il ne se lavait Les ongles pleins de cambouis mais sur les biceps il avait Un tatouage avec un cœur bleu sur la peau blême Et juste à l'intérieur, on lisait : "Maman je t'aime" Il avait une petite amie du nom de Marie-Lou On la prenait en pitié, une enfant de son âge Car tout le monde savait bien qu'il aimait entre tout Sa chienne de moto bien davantage... Marie-Lou la pauvre fille l'implora, le supplia Dit : "Ne pars pas ce soir, je vais pleurer si tu t'en vas..." Mais les mots furent perdus, ses larmes pareillement Dans le bruit de la machine et du tuyau d'échappement Il bondit comme un diable avec des flammes dans les yeux Au passage à niveau, ce fut comme un éclair de feu Contre une locomotive qui filait vers le midi Et quand on débarrassa les débris... On trouva sa culotte, ses bottes de moto Son blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos Mais plus rien de la moto et plus rien de ce démon Qui semait la terreur dans toute la région...
9.
Mr. Maggot 05:59
Once upon a garbage heap, a tiny soul lay sound asleep. The sun then rose above the mounds And Mr.Maggot woke and found He couldn't breath, the air was thick With putrid smells that made him sick He coughed and cried,"What is all this?!" And saw the reason in the distance Silhouetted by the sun Mr.Maggot began to run For up ahead a building lay The smoke from which shut out the day Mr.Maggot reached the doors In front of which played two bug boys "What is this place?" Asked Mr.Maggot "The Fart Factory" They both answered "Fart? Factory? But, why?" "We don't know." "We're just two flies!" They flew away and the factory opened its doors And Mr.Maggot walked into the odor Inside the room he could not breath He tried to move but could not see Mr.Maggot lit his torch And what he feared was even worse He stared into their six aborted eyes A monstrous mound of flesh covered in black flies One huge mouth gaped from its breast Mr.Maggot had found the Mescht Queen's nest "Who dares to disturb our slumber?" "Who could brave this stench, I wonder?" "He will soon take his last breath!" Spoke the three-headed fetus Queen who'd cheated death. The filthy farting fetus queen devoured Mr.Maggot. Before he knew it he was slipping, sliding down their gullet. All that he could hear was the chanting of the queen. Farts mescht! farts mescht!

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Our debut album. Nine tracks of music that our other bands wouldn't let us play.

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released January 28, 2010

Anna - Vox
Forest - Accordion / Vox
Sergio Typhoon - Bass / Vox
Muggles - Keys / Vox
Bobby - Drums
Wally - Guitar / Vox

Recorded by Charles Powell at Battlefrost in San Diego, CA.
Mixed by Adam Wollach.
Mastered by Charles Powell.

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