The Bends Mr. Bungle

you've got the bends... the bends... the bends... the bends...

None Of Them Knew They Were Robots Mr. Bungle

Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St.

Carry Stress in the Jaw Mr. Bungle

Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Sonmiloquist is the nightmare\''s song \"In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts but for the teeth...and of Bernice

Carry Stress In the Jaw Mr. Bungle

Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Sonmiloquist is the nightmare's song \"In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts but for the teeth...and of Bernice

Slowly Growing Deaf Mr. Bungle

As the congregation grows The lung of solitude deflates To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...

Carousel Mr. Bungle

up, let's make a deal Ride the ferris wheel You know there's something lurking underneath the shape With a mask over it's head and makeup on his face Will Warner Brothers put our record on the shelf

Vanity Fair Mr. Bungle

You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships you In your jungle solitude With the orgies

The Holy Filament Mr. Bungle

In fiber optic illusion The flickering eyes By flourescent lights Supplicate before machines, Self-reflecting The legend of modernity: The phosphenes explode God's eternal strobe Through the holy

Merry Go Bye Bye Mr. Bungle

They're shining searchlights in the sky 'Cause there's a new God in the sign It says their map is not their terrier work And then I broke my telescope But that's the nature of the game And you have

Pink Cigarette Mr. Bungle

Hush me, touch me Perfume, the wind and the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got on my face Cognac and broken glass All these

Egg Mr. Bungle

Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Egg...

Golem Ii: The Bionic Vapour Boy Mr. Bungle

Golem II: the self-perfecting Lie-rejecting Human mind correcting Totem of the living Self-organized, wrought from the clay Our king by night, our slave by the day Giga-giga-gilgamesh What do you

Desert Search for Techno Allah Mr. Bungle

All but the truth - forget And from this union cup We will drink wine tonight Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil\'' Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel Haqiqat itself is drunk So drinks the Hidden Imam Pride

The Air-Conditioned Nightmare Mr. Bungle

Inside of me today There is no one Only asteroids and empty space A waste ...They\''re looking through the windows at me...

Sweet Charity Mr. Bungle

Save me The heavens have opened The storm is over So let's start the parade...

Ars Moriendi Mr. Bungle

He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind \"In extremis\" He who leaps across the precipice He who steals pearls from the ashes \"Ride si sapis\" 'Ave atque vale' I shall rise

Squeeze Me Macaroni Mr. Bungle

and and then give it the gas Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken

Squeeze Me Macaroni Mr. Bungle

and then give it the gas Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget

Platypus Mr. Bungle

Ornithorhynchus anatinus - platypus Sleeping geology On the isolated shore For millions of years Experimental continent On purpose or accident?

Goodbye Sober Day Mr. Bungle

Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way...

Goodby Sober Day Mr. Bungle

Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way...

Retrovertigo Mr. Bungle

Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine While I'm dulled by excess And a cynic at best My art imitates crime Paid for by

Quote Unquote Mr. Bungle

All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness

Dead Goon Mr. Bungle

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless Kids can be so cruel No one will ever know Smash the feeling Suckle the

Dead Goon Mr. Bungle

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless No one will ever know Kids can be so cruel Smash the feeling

The Girls of Porn Mr. Bungle

Okay, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there It's time to win a chance to butt-bang Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666 The urge is too much to take All I can think about

My A*s Is On Fire Mr. Bungle

Impotence Boomerang I'll stab you Clumps of hair In the sink Who's hiding Things from me?

My Ass Is On Fire Mr. Bungle

Impotence Clumps of hair I'll stab you Boomerang In the sink Who's hiding Things from me?

Everyone I Went to High School with Is Dead Mr. Bungle

summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew them at all I always felt far away Beside them there in the

Stubb (a Dub) Mr. Bungle

Treading underfoot and stinking ass Hold the door aside and let her pass Glaucoma Reflections of a bloated lie A life stored in your cloudy eye Now it's time to say goodbye Stubb a Dub will never

Phlegmatics Mr. Bungle

I awake covered in snot Dreamt I swallowed my teeth And tried to cough them up Pulmonate gastropod Oh, for insomnia! Render me proficient If not at least useful

Backstrokin' Mr. Bungle

Happy to be backstrokin' (do dat do dat do dat dat do dat...) Fartin', pissin', and strokin' my fucking dick

After School Special Mr. Bungle

My mom is better than Your mom and your dad too She knows nutrition well That's why I'm trim & lean Because she cooks She cleans She lies...she says I'm handsome Once dad hit me so hard Mom felt i...

Love is a Fist Mr. Bungle

Clenched emotions 'Round my ween Feel my heart beat Off and your head in I feel strongly about violence Love is a fist There's no effort To what's in Open faced Knuckle sandwich I feel strongly ...

Chemical Marriage Mr. Bungle

To chi chi koa kohg To chi chi koa kohg Mehnimm mehnimm Manna mayou Mehnimm Mehnimm Manau Manna mayou Manaaauugh... OoooooOOOooooOOOoooooo... Wayaye a aye aye AY aye Ay aye aye a a Wayaye a aye ...

Violenza Domestica Mr. Bungle

Cattiva come adesso, non sono stato mai. Ti faro male in posti nessuno potra mai vedere...nessuno! Posti che ti faranna male per il resto della tua vita! \"Perche?\" \"Ma perche?\" \"Ma sempre...

Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz Mr. Bungle

ghfuah blal he chaduduh chee hugh weh chee keh xooo hee hoh ryzl ou hueau ooooooo cikeetah xoo xeh eooh le hugx yerheggkkk pppddtdptdtt pppddtdptdtt ue ue fhay goouuhf o lltt chteee huucgcgudoo wua...

Bends Radiohead

the words are coming out all weird where are you now when I need you? alone on an aeroplane falling asleep against the window pane my blood will thicken.

Bungle In The Jungle Jethro Tull

Bungle in the Jungle JETHRO TULL Walking through forests of palm tree apartments --- scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday --- eating their

Law of the Bungle Jethro Tull

Law of the Bungle The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin.

the bends Radiohead

the words are coming out all wierd where are you now when i need you? alone on an aeroplane falling asleep against the window pane my blood will THICKEN.

The Bends Radiohead

the words are coming out all weird where are you now when I need you? alone on an aeroplane falling asleep against the window pane my blood will thicken.

The Bends Radiohead

the words are coming out all weird 모든 말들은 전부 기괴하게만 흘러 나오고 where are you now when I need you? 내가 널 필요로 하는 지금 넌 어디 있는거니?

너와 함께 할 수 있다면 (Feat. RoyalGreen) 미스터 벙글(Mr. Bungle)

왜 이렇게 힘든 가요 그대라는 사람 잊으려고 노력해 봐도 그게 안 돼 그대 아직 슬픈 가요 그 사람 빈자리로 내가 채워 주고 싶어요 이젠 내가 욕심인 가요 한참 동안 혼자 흥얼거리죠 내 맘속의 그대 목소리 의미 없이 가던 나의 하루는 그대라는 멜로디 되어 나를 변하게 했죠 그대 마법의 소녀처럼 이런 내게 다가올 수 있나요 그대 듣고 있나요 내겐 ...

Chattanooga Shoe Shine Boy Pat Boone

Have you ever passed the corner of 4th and Grand Where a little ball of rhythm has a shoeshine stand People gather round and they clap their hands He`s a great big bungle of joy He pops a boogie

Around The Bends The Beatniks

And here I\'m walking to the beat of the street And then I\'m turning at the corners for more Come round and round and again Walk through the bustle of the city around the bend And now I\'m walking

Civilization Bongo Bongo Bongo The Andrews Sisters

see So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells,

Civilization Louis Prima

So bongo bongo bongo I don't want to leave the Congo Oh no no no no no Bingle bangle bungle I'm so happy in the jungle I refuse to go Don't want no bright lights false teeth doorbells landlords I make

Bungle In The Jungle (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating their nuts saving their raisins for Sunday Lions and tigers

Bends Like A Willow Jethro Tull

Bends Like A Willow She's catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes. It's a sensitive passage she's sailing - Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings.