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Chanbara

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Valmara valmara valmara flechettes. Kiss me with the lisp. Of your shrapnel caress. Lost this arm lost this leg. . Lost this diving board. Just a belly flopped proposal.


Arcarsenal

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2006
Updated: 9 years ago

I must have read a thousand faces. I must have robbed them of their cause. Sickened thirst, sickened thirst. Keeps it together. Soft white glow in the cranium.



Autorelocator

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

This time I'm leaving you. This time I'm leaving you. This time. I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back. . Pack my bags you'll never see my face again.


Blue Tag

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

I'm an incision. The kind that glistens. And not to mention we appeal. When we've healed. I'm an incision, just an incision. I've got Polaroid value. In a celluloid way.


Alpha Centauri

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Widows an antique replacement. A brief case filled with mace. Widows six legged lost and found. Students spray the kent state mist. . Wishing wills missing clientele.


Arc Arsenal

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2008
Updated: 9 years ago

I must have read a thousand faces. I must have robbed them of their cause. Sickened thirst, sickened thirst. Keeps it together. Soft white glow in the cranium.


198d

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

This is forgiven. If the uniform fits. Postponed. At the first showing. This is the tension mold. Of frozen icicles. And it feels like it's snowing. You speak in tongues.


300 Mhz

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2006
Updated: 9 years ago

In the unlikely event. That sarcasm is an unfitting dress. Amnesia proletariat. Amnesia proletariat. Coughing up the coffins. Cotton candy coated teeth.


A Devil Among The Tailors

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

They say that 13 is just a number. A double agent funded in the secret. Of the hive and the workers. And their lives. All sweet and honeycombed. A hunger ravenous and funded.


Ursa Minor

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Does it hurt you when you breathe?. Stink around the wallet itch. A towel was thrown between the ropes. Sweat inside your eyelids. It exorcised the fire from the sky.



Winter Month Novelty

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Bite the hand that feeds. Biting off more than you can. Are you sure you got the right hand skilled. And all because this left hand spit. Have you been crying.


This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

In a river the color of lead. Immerse a baby's head. Wrap her up in the News Of The World. Dump her on a doorstep, girl. . This night has opened my eyes.


Ticklish

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Pigeon holed decision making. All my mind's made up. I only colored outside the lines. 'Cause I got the knack. Stenciled teen initials. That were carved on the roof of my mouth.


Transatlantic Foe

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's. Black and white TV with the sound turned down. Is it mono or stereo?. Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the. Fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa lazy smile.


Speechless

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Mother Nature never smelled so good. Can I taste the flower that you carry. Brilliant minds with pretty faces never cry. . Pedestal is crumbling down.


Star Slight

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

We've paid that shoeshine boy. whose buff has no smile. He spits on your tip toes. and you keep bragging folklore. like it's out of style. out of focus.


Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Doctor doctor!. I'm in bed. Achin' head. Gold is lead. Choke on bread. Underfed. Gold is lead. Jesus bled. Pain is red. Are goon. Grow go. Greasy spoon.


Shaking Hand Incision

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Nothing ever changes. Except scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of. Horse powered assault. . Best keep your pants on boy. Behind the armor of fault.


Skips On The Record

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Pregnant with the keys. To your stick shift mood. Can't get yourself ignition. Can't get yourself ignition. . Grease-stained parking lot. Embed and loiter bottle tops.


Sleepwalk Capsules

Artist: At The Drive In
Year: 2006
Updated: 9 years ago

Taser taser kindergarten nap nap time. Pacifier pacifies. Highchair crumbles unannounced. Like a draft from outside. Pacifier pacifies. Beacon shined a light from the faulty tower.


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