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Old 13-August-07, 08:08 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Anyone who's listened to his music, or is familiar with his work with Company Flow needs to check his new album out.

I'll Sleep When You're Dead is the title and it's his most political, message-ridden, meaningful effort in his career.

Includes features like Trent Renzor, Mars Volta, Aesop Rock... it's classic.

Music Videos from the album

YouTube - El-P - "Smithereens" Final Cut

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNJFq6VjHJI&mode=related&search=

YouTube - EL-P - Flyentology with Trent Reznor

YouTube - El P - Stepfather Factory

I know many of you are just going to either ignore the links, or watch them and not understand them, but to those of you who can do both? - it's my pleasure ^_^

Lyrics to Deep Space 9mm:



One two

you're behind the walls of new Roma, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself)

But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take)

Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach?

Blood beach

Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly

monks hung halo teach

Hung by the math where the cable reach

A hundred and sixty-six channels lit

The train that animal ****

Where the mind's eye redefines

Where's God?

Buy car, Kick tires

Back in Eighty-Six I lived

for the four-course artistry

Metal worms took turns showin' off colors and ****

Like I invaded a mating dance ritual

Criminal now

Why the things we find beautiful undermine power?

El Product flash vet text, mother****ers is like "Al, why haven't we lept yet?"

dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth

Then vanish like "poof"

You can't touch the Krush Groove

I live on the lunch table

Touched fables

Ducked labels

cafeter one heat em live for the terrordome stables

Signed to Rawkus

I'd rather be mouth ****ed by Nazis unconscious

Callin' all bomb threats

the Radio re-activator, caress

Under hellafied missle defense

Fenced in, better blame it on fame's ****ty grin

Walk with a bag full of kittens

Take me to the river and throw yourself in

In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak

Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist

Soaked in newspeak?

Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl

splashed on loose leaf

We can embrace on the business end of my face first

Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap

Dance with the vinyl monster

Devil in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscience

Save the gesture

you can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort

I'm a Caveman

Your modern ways frighten and confuse me

I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think

Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)

But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression

Combined with 8-step perfected

Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect ****

Infectious

Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures

Development arrested

Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest

Looking for the nexus

If it's wild like that child fire 'em

infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant

New World lullaby, Sirens

Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence

It's all bad timing

Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island

You think that's spacey?

Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling

Existence on the fringes and such

my generation just sit like ducks

see the rubble glisten that what I trust

tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts

Right here holdin' my nuts

Right here holdin' my nuts

Right here holdin' my nuts

Right here holdin' my nuts

Existence on the fringes and such

My generation make friends with slugs

Thank god for the drugs and drums

Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns

right here hidin' from guns

Right here hidin' from guns

Right here hidin' from guns

For the love of god, run

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