Chemical Soul
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Junk Worship (September 12th 2003) (as "Chemical Soul (Stoned)") (3:50)
Leave behind your troubled days and tie your cares behind
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculating trees and white rocks that you taught to fly
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm, ain't no one gonna confess the crime
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Uh huh
Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculating trees and white rocks that you taught to fly
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm, ain't no one gonna confess the crime
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Uh huh
Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break
Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
version 2:
from Yellow Light District (October 15th 2003) (2:21)
Leave behind your troubled days and tie your cares behind
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculation trees and white rocks that you taught to fly
Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm ain't no one gonna confess the crime
Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break
Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculation trees and white rocks that you taught to fly
Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm ain't no one gonna confess the crime
Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break
Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
earliest live performance: March 14th 2003