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== Samples / Lyrics ==
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<blockquote>"From the height of the highway onramp we saw,<br>
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two dogs, a-dead in a field,<br>
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Glowing on the Oakland colliseum green seats wasteland,<br>
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Dogs, dogs we thought were dead,<br>
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They rose up, rose up when whistled at,<br>
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Their rib cages inflating like<br>
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men on the beach being photographed,<br>
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A guard dog, guard dog, for what? for what?<br>
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Against overzealous penniless athletic fanatics,<br>
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Getting into games through a hole in the fence,<br>
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For the owner of the blue tarp tent,<br>
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Pitched by a creek beneath an onramp,<br>
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In the privacy, of the last three,<br>
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Skin and bony trees, devoid of leaves,<br>
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And us undeceased, and with our new CDs,<br>
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Zippin' on dead east, Oakland<br>
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It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead<br>
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under a sky so blue,<br>
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You have to stop the blood to your head,<br>
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to fit the breath in front of you,<br>
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We secretly long to be some part of a car crash,<br>
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Long to see your arms stripped to the tendons,<br>
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The nudity of swelling exposed vein,<br>
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webbing the back of your hand,<br>
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To be a red tendoned dog,<br>
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To be red tendoned dogs,<br>
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Blood breathing by the side of the highway<br>
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I long to be dead,<br>
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center of a curious crowd,<br>
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To be touched,<br>
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sticky like nearly dried paint,<br>
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Their soft silent stare, nursing your face,<br>
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Anticipating the slightest pinch I flinch of pain,<br>
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Everyone blank in accident awe,<br>
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as the car crash fiberglass dust,<br>
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straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue<br>
  
== Comments ==
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It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead<br>
"Webbing The Back of Your Hand" may be wordplay as "Wobeg the back of your Hen," as Garrison Keillor wrote the dumb book "Lake Wobegon Days" (Penguin 1985), in which he dedicated an entire chapter to arguing that Turkeys as a species were too dumb for anything except enslavement as reliable source of human protein. The joke in the song may be: NPR news says something outrageously speciecist or antisemitic, but then just plays some old classical song and the listeners are all, who gives a shit??? and start salivating like Pavlov's dogs. The drop at 2:02 features a laugh that denotes a break into empathy: a turkey starts rapping: "I long to be dead (in pain). Center of a curious crowd (centerplace of a Thanksgiving meal). To be touched, sticky like nearly dried paint (basted and gold). Their soft-science stare nursing your face, anticipating the slightest pinch-eye flinch of pain. (no one at NPR is a scientist, just sadists, and no one in the meat industry is a scientist, just sadists) Everyone blank in accident awe, as the car-crash fiber-glass dust straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue. (turkeys take dust baths, but also denotes the American confusion when a NPR host says something embarassing. Sophistry?) Yes: Dinner triangle!!! (http://www.reed.edu/reed_magazine/feb2001/features/IronTriangle/triangle_index.html)"<br> Red-tendoned dogs, therefore, are Turkeys: with red gobblers, here as companion pets not food. Who eats dog? (http://www.peta2.com/blog/free-birds-turkey-facts/)
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under a sky so blue,<br>
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You have to stop the blood to your head,<br>
"Gnippar syekrut" sdnuopmoc otni "erutpar," a koob yb Nairb Rednaxela (Erutpar: Woh Hcetoib Emaceb Eht Wen Noigiler)<br>http://amzn.com/0738207616<br>
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to fit the breath in front of you,<br>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnasher#Gnasher_and_Gnipper
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To be a red tendoned dog,<br>
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To be red tendoned dogs,<br>
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To be red tendoned dogs,<br>
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To be red tendoned dogs,<br>
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To be dead center of a curious crowd<br>
  
== Samples / Lyrics ==
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Against my misery I don't think I've seen my screeching pain, I can now feel what's around us. It is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming murder"</blockquote>
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*Flute sampled from "When the Music Starts to Play" by The Incredible String Band<ref>{{#ev:youtube|RANBgWcPbxU|480||||start=129|false}}</ref>
  
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Latest revision as of 22:03, 31 July 2019

Clouddead - Dead Dogs Two
Running time 5.10
Appears on BDCDS064


Samples / Lyrics[edit]

"From the height of the highway onramp we saw,

two dogs, a-dead in a field,
Glowing on the Oakland colliseum green seats wasteland,
Dogs, dogs we thought were dead,
They rose up, rose up when whistled at,
Their rib cages inflating like
men on the beach being photographed,

A guard dog, guard dog, for what? for what?
Against overzealous penniless athletic fanatics,
Getting into games through a hole in the fence,
For the owner of the blue tarp tent,
Pitched by a creek beneath an onramp,

In the privacy, of the last three,
Skin and bony trees, devoid of leaves,
And us undeceased, and with our new CDs,
Zippin' on dead east, Oakland

It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead
under a sky so blue,
You have to stop the blood to your head,
to fit the breath in front of you,

We secretly long to be some part of a car crash,
Long to see your arms stripped to the tendons,
The nudity of swelling exposed vein,
webbing the back of your hand,
To be a red tendoned dog,
To be red tendoned dogs,
Blood breathing by the side of the highway

I long to be dead,
center of a curious crowd,
To be touched,
sticky like nearly dried paint,
Their soft silent stare, nursing your face,
Anticipating the slightest pinch I flinch of pain,
Everyone blank in accident awe,
as the car crash fiberglass dust,
straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue

It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead
under a sky so blue,
You have to stop the blood to your head,
to fit the breath in front of you,

To be a red tendoned dog,
To be red tendoned dogs,
To be red tendoned dogs,
To be red tendoned dogs,
To be dead center of a curious crowd

Against my misery I don't think I've seen my screeching pain, I can now feel what's around us. It is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming murder"
  • Flute sampled from "When the Music Starts to Play" by The Incredible String Band[1]

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