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Hip Eponymous

by > Greater Than

strange canvasses painted with experimental guitars & beats
Genre: Rock: Experimental Rock
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1. A Nice Lean Greeting
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2. Gubble Gubble
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3. P. B. S.
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4. Did You Know Something About the Bloodletting? (feat. Randy Akin)
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5. One Damn Thing After Another
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6. The Data Wheel
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7. Immersion
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8. Are We Here We Are
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9. Shaken Around and Brain Change Through
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10. K-Ree K-Raw
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Album Notes
> GREATER THAN presents HIP EPONYMOUS
Produced composed & performed by Krich/Trippo
Except Did You Know Something About The Bloodletting? by Krich/Trippo/Randy Akin
Krich: guitars vocals glockenspiel sound effects lyrics
Trippo: guitars vocals keyboards drum machine sound effects lyrics
Randy Akin: guitar solos on Did You Know Something About The Bloodletting?
Recorded July 2001-September 2015 Mixed 2001-2017
©2017 Screwy Bastards Records
SB2 (191061272571)


GUBBLE GUBBLE

She looks down to hide the frown
She knows will piss him off
Another calm has come before the storm
I don't know why but I just can't cry
I can't sigh, I can't lift my head
I wish things were the way they were before

~Krich~


P. B. S.

If you need an answer and you don't know where to go
He'll be there to tell you all the things you need to know
And if you have a problem and you don't know what to do
He is so enlightened he can think and feel for you

Wantonly ignoring all his petty social crimes
Feeding his indulgences on other people's dimes
Puzzled when reactions turn from deference to scorn
Pleased he's blinded to the wealth of welcomes he's outworn

Please thank you you're welcome pardon me you are excused
All the words are spoken still the privilege is abused
Psychedelic Boy Scout you stand just a bit too tall
For a psychic vampire who can't see himself at all

~Krich/Trippo~


IMMERSION

We watched it floating at the edge, it seemed to be slowly spinning, displaying images. There's always something in there, I swear. Look for yourself. See what I mean. It may seem empty but hey, there it is. The man came around the other day, asking for you. We planted the axle form. Null form in one position could be eagerly diminished. They'll recede but we have bigger problems, that is, fish to fry. I heard the voice underneath. The androcyte is missing. We'll lose everything concerning the overt campaign as well as any connected accounts or proto-accounts. The scaling contrivances gain weight, the antidote infects the bloodstream, one living mammal. They never used your name.

His hands like burning gasoline / remains intractable to every being split so / on him a glob of it fell / artistry / to function progressively, circuit parent role or superego the familiar object / in this whole head would have imitatively - if it seems that for me / there is a condition to appeal to tribal morality: about heavy / metals trace Negros where the little toe in decent / not to do it the way, are you? / irreversible - for the eyes you dig, and we will have him for life / this is not brain damage, it needed the eyes / but nerve the Jesuit order of that time, it's a toxic brain infiltrated and atrophied / so the educated Voltaire, by splitting it, it was trapped in the skull / obviously / their techniques of the accuracy not perfect / nonetheless, most people unified whole / can you see the silent, helpless suffering fairly accurate replicas of the right, out at you? / the brain must have died educated by the Jesuits / Fred said there was no more feeling in them / children of democrats do not become correct the sealed deputy said / censor squeezes through, between philosophies available to any, replacing it with another space between, in popular songs, scientific materialism and snake / Fred said in studying my basic American rottenness, vegetarianism, subjective idealism slushed the speech and Shinto, etc. / the fact that speech I gave? he said did the same reality tunnel as their parents there? Is that why I've been throwing out globs of that mind control process? He had read about these degenerate cancerous pygmies who have learned to walk with a department from time to time - random image - some would be unleashing our full stature - our total sealed deputy said We realize tissue, others viscera, barely all about agents must of necessity take 3 and 4 eyes together (criss - ha-ha) about a monk of duty, those who had to go into human parts shaken around and brain change through. Again this is percept contamination. Cellular representation is cancer, meditated on the ox. Finally, one day, the course of time rectify itself as bureaus are its cancer cell and said, come out here - It murks over everything, turns malignant like the Narcotic horns won't fit through the door. Cross chatter? One of the deputies always reproducing more of its own "enlightened". Never mind what damage to the left hemi-controlled or excised bureaus. The monk went through normally located, then true parasitic organisms. Obviously he had developed the will fill in to the best of its life without the state that is.

~Krich/Trippo~


K-REE K-RAW

Hail K-ree K-raw so lofty so noble and wise
For His were the suns and the clouds and the skies
But K-ree K-raw grew wary and trained his keen sight
On insolent groundlings attempting crude flight

He wrecked all their airships and raped their balloons
For His were the stars and the winds and the moons
He lives now in airports and drinks from a sack
So bitter and twisted, addicted to crack

~Krich~


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