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Lovecraft

The Vaselines

Enter the Vaselines

2009

Kill your friends,
Light your feet,
Do what I want,
Lovecraft.

Kiss your mouth,
Burn your hair,
Do what I want,
Lovecraft.

Blow your man,

An Artist

Porcelain

Lovecraft in Brooklyn

The Mountain Goats

Heretic Pride

Some kid in a Marcus Allen jersey
Asks me for a cigarette
Companionship is where you find it
So I take what I can get

Lovecraft on the Car Length

Lovecraft
Oh yeah, she got the moves

Boom-boom-boom, the witch is in the room
Boom-boom-boom, she's sliding up the broom
Boom-boom-boom, the witch is in

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Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist ,  Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)

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THE MYTHOS THAT LOVECRAFT BUILT
THE LORE WHERE HORRORS RESIDE
BACK INTO THE SHADOWS
BEHIND CLOSED EYES
THE MYTHOS THAT LOVECRAFT BUILT
OUT OF SPACE

match the rhythm of my human heartbeat!
We're the artists, the dreamers, defining the elite
Turning chaos into harmony, making the incomplete complete!
So

Good artists copy great artists steal

półmartwi w matni
Podłączeni do technologicznej matki w Matrix
Mamy macki jak ośmiornica i skrzydła jak Mothra
Czarna otchłań wielcy przedwieczni Lovecraft