| RELEASE DATE: | 1990-12-31 |
| DURATION: | 66:43 |
| # OF TRACKS: | 16 |
| ALBUM TYPE: | 정규, studio |
| GENRE/STYLE: | 팝
랩/힙합
하드코어 랩 |
| ALSO KNOWN AS: | - |
| INDEX: | 45 |
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INTRODUCTION
Martin Atkins의 원맨 프로젝트 인더스트리얼 밴드 “Pigface” Percussion, Drums, Programming, Vocals, Clavinet, Moog Synthesizer, Tapes, Digital Drums 등 거의 모든 악기를 혼자 다뤄내고 전위적인 사운드 창출과 아방가르드에 서 초현실주의를 넘나드는 다양한 이즘의 혼합체를 무디 신디에 펼쳐놓는 순수 아티스트.
정확하게 보자면 영국식 올드 Punk Rock과 Ministry에서 파생되어 나온 어그레시브한 Metallic 리프, 그 주변을 넘실대는 Trance 분위기의 적절한 조합이라고 볼 수 있겠는데 Ministry가 보여주고 있는 오리지날 사운드보다도 “Pigface”의 변종 사운드가 더 강력한 흡입력을 보이고 있다.
자비로 설립한 인디레이블 “Invisible”의 대표 아티스트로서 Neo-Beatnik 스타일의 정체성을 상실한 현대인들의 감성을 아주 흡사하게 표현해내고 있다 ....  .... 
TRACKS
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1. |
| 4:39 |
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Got the tapeworm
Got the tapeworm, I want out
Against a razor, sharp and a-coming
The spitting image
Phone sex keeps the drive alive
And blows your brain
Phone sex keeps the drive alive
And blows your brain
Ash covered eyes, a gut reaction
Slowly brings, decides the fiction
Watch phone sex, delivers your lies
Watch phone sex, delivers your lies
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
...is in your face...is in your face...is in your face...
Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes?
Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes?
The eyes...simply the message read, the truth is in your face
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
...is in your face...is in your face...is in your, face...
Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex....
Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex....
Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
Is in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face
Phone sex keeps the drive alive
And blows your brain
Phone sex keeps the drive alive
And blows your brain
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
Simply the message read, the truth is in your face
In your face...is in your face...in your face...in your face
Dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...
Dial 1-800-worm...dial 1-800-tapeworm...dial 1-800...dial 1-800-fuck...
It's in the business...tapeworm
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2. |
| 5:22 |
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when i roam i come
ugly hole
the pigface...pigface...pigface...
no bones about'er
i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!]
and leave when i leave
oh i come...
ugly hole
the big bushmaster i go where i go
and leave when i leave
the big bushmaster i go where i go
and leave when i leave [ugly hole]
big ugly woman...pigface...and upright walkin'
smell like *?* [x3]
big master*?* above my head [no bones about'er]
a big master*?* and she came in
a big ugly woman and she came in [a big pigface]
a big pigface
*?*
soon optic feet they come and blow (?)
soon optic feet they come and blow (?)
they can't overcome
they can't overcome...[ohhh...ugly hole]
ugly hole...
no bones about'er...no bones about'er...no bones about'er...no bones about'er
the big bushmaster i go where i go
and leave when i leave
ugly woman
upright walkin'
smell like book-burnin'(?)
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3. |
| 3:49 |
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4. |
| 2:58 |
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You only outride the same outside
And be refused by entry, cut down high
You'll be beside yourself, and criminal elements dig
The underground that stalemate to thyself the plane outside...
Forego the frenzy now, it seems the edge is torn and cracked
Licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time
In short the ill will be in dream
And water flow that whole that heats up in between us both...
Sent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened head above us on the edge...
Sent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened heads above us on the edge...
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5. |
| 3:42 |
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There is no god
Up in the sky
Tonight
No sign of heaven
Anywhere in sight
All that was true
Is left behind
Once I could see,
Now I am blind
Don't want the dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself
How does it feel?
Suck
Suck
Suck
How does it feel?
Suck
Suck
Suck
She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get to tight,
I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track
Itches my skin right off my back
I'll heal your wounds, I'll set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy
How does it feel?
Suck
Suck
Suck
How does it feel?
A thousand lips,
A thousand tongues
A thousand throats,
A thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you
How does it feel?
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6. |
| 1:26 |
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7. |
| 3:28 |
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8. |
| 3:05 |
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Cowardice muscles turn to torture
The waking time is low
Inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control
A many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease
Form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze
They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
It's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web
Sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack
A many little sisters breed in force field unity
Genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy
They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
Hey stop I'll take her place, enter due hole
And circles celebrated slavery for sake
Uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate
They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
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9. |
| 6:04 |
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the pig...face...no bones about'er
a big master*?*...bring ugly woman and girls...
she's so great...she *?*...
ugly woman...pigface...come standing upright...*?*
big master*?* above my head...
big ugly woman...well she's jealous...
i'm alive...goddamn alive...she cares...
pigface...she see them cry...*?*
ahh...to take from my lawn(loins?)...
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10. |
| 4:57 |
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11. |
| 4:37 |
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blood and sand [x4]
what world filled with black
and which point of collapse
becall you crystal gazers
becall you philostines
water melting
decayed and angry
collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]...
collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]...
what i can't runs[pulls] my fingers
from the burning metal sign
is this the only way to say a prayer?
are your's the only eyes that stare?
what world filled with black instead of
sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
blood and sand [x8]
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12. |
| 4:14 |
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You can speak the bigger eves are lies
The silence burns you, you can close your eyes
Waiting to be over, to be over
You can beat the bigot man
The sucker of his slaves
Undecided, undecided, and injured out of place
To be over to be over to be over
The first time I saw you
Your skin was still intact
The shore caressed you
In violent face, in cruciform for saints
Still frozen intact, a stillborn suffers
Strangers laugh out loud
The shore caressed you
In violent face, in cruciform for saints
Too much time is weightless
Sentiment is weightless
Still grown to the ears, a stillborn suffers
Strangers laugh out loud
The shore caressed you
In violent face, in cruciform for saints
Too much time is weightless
Sentiment is weightless
Too much time is weightless [x3]
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13. |
| 3:08 |
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14. |
| 4:57 |
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15. |
| 5:26 |
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16. |
| 4:51 |
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| RELEASES
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1990-12-31 |
이씨디(홍콩), Invisible Records |
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CREDITS
Performed by Pigface 1기 (1990)
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