01: Rodent.
02: Hexonxonx.
03: Two Time Grime.
04: Fascist Jock Itch.
05: Worlock.
06: Rain.
07: Tin Omen.
08: Rivers.
09: Choralone.
10: Amputate. *
11: Spahn Dirge. *
* Appears on CD only.
Recorded "1988-1989"
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CD "1989" Nettwerk/Capitol/EMI W2-93007 CA.
Skinny Puppy:
Rodent mixed by: Alien Jourgenson, Marc Ramaer, cEvin Key. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________
~ With guest artists ~
With guest artists:
CD "1989" Nettwerk/Capitol/EMI CDP-7-93007-2 US.
CD "1989" Nettwerk Europe NET 023 CD BE.
CD "1993" Nettwerk/Capitol/EMI W2-93007 CA.
CD "1998' Nettwerk ??? CA/US.
cEVIN KEY, N. OGRE, D. RUDOLPH GOETTEL.
Produced and engineered by: David Ogilvie, Alien Jourgenson, cEvin Key.
Additional engineering by: Marc Ramaer, Ken Marshall, D. Rudolph Goettel & Greg Reely.
Recorded at Mushroom Studios, Vancouver.
Mixed at Vancouver Studios, Vancouver.
Except Fascist Jock Itch Mixed at Chicago Trax Studios, Chicago.
Hexonxonx mixed by: David Ogilvie, cEvin Key, Alien Jourgenson.
Two Time Grime mixed by: cEvin Key, David Ogilvie, Marc Ramaer.
Fascist Jock Itch mixed by: Alien jourgenson, Keith Auerback, Jeff Newell.
Worlock mixed by: David Ogilvie, Marc Ramaer, D. Rudolph Goettel.
Rain mixed by: David Ogilvie.
Tin Omen mixed by: Alien Jourgenson, Marc Ramaer.
Rivers mixed by: cEvin Key, Marc Ramaer, David Ogilvie.
Choralone mixed by: David Ogilvie.
Amputate mixed by: cEvin Key, David Ogilvie.
Spahn Dirge (Live) mixed by: David Ogilvie, cEvin Key.
Alien Jourgenson: Guitar and vocals (Appears courtesy of Sire Records)
Rave: Backing vocals.
Cyan: Vocals and lyrics on Rain.
Sleeve design and typography by: Steven R. Gilmore.
Typesetting by: Greg Sykes.
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"Rodent"
Level edge, Backs against the ledge. No knives, The stone hard eyes. Without the longing or fear that it would disappear, they cling on, nuturing, never ending. Obsessions on the table, lines needed, walls cover, tips the balance. Don't touch me, wiped out cornering. Mouthed the word money. Head shake, handshake, out to get a long way. From corrosion, pushes closer to the edge, wired not connected. Peeling back plastic wrap, tinted green. And all illusion existing. Caught up crossfire, trading tall tales. Where are you going? Where do you fail? Whats that mean? Back and forth, Side by side, loose knot weave. Keep it up, all together or whatever that means. Passing underneath the trespass. Dont get to close... Dont Get To Close... Mouth the word, your money. Mouth the word your money! If I fade, I may, and I want to fade away. All that I do is pray that you will be there too! If this were trying to deceive some minds, what the hell do you got to say? Altogether, alogether, altogether!________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Miles, cable claws, driller killer, ripping holes, tattered cloth stained, regaining the weather. Acid rains, so sweet, sweat streaks. Downpour on humidity, colder time, talking hints watching tests the heat, mangled meat, retaliate, no blaming. In future dreams, could you have stopped it from happening. Best left, spectator, spectacle. Time spaced, fast paced. Farther down, all that trigger, guaging cause kills at will. Melted prophets book burning. How undone, written slurs the meaning. The past, they will repeat. Hard to hit, so upbeat. Melting prophets, the past, melting undone. Misted fable role, altogether mutating, chains rattle, happy to perform either war or famine. No where, arid food growing. Warming trends a place. Passive cows to feed the weak. Product waste, give back nothing. Orders come in, make a million living things suffer, Hidden glad garbage body bag, what of that change that could save everything. That paper shredder, patent tender puts us back in time again. Budgets that burst with oil, crude gas in purse. No compassion, common criminals seek asylum. Concrete pillow, exxon dreams, hidden hiarchy, no one in power taking blame.________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Listen to your nerves, war son night ons right away decomposed freeze lack featureless? fool? aryan yahoo nuisance to the world never says ?sweet? ?problems? person world chaos pass disease carrier fascist think about the world once the world's grime ??? ??? is sweet ??? ??? ??? with ??? summer? gas miss burn ??? what is worse with your feeling burning turning ? ferning? fist your face his face her face ? everybody? ??? ?give? ?all? destination global destination, maybe? ??? brotherhood is dead aryan is too ?old? screaming/wailing/ whatever. aryan yahoo burn the world move out ??? fucking hey over there with your noble hair with your noble ?place? you're fucked. we don't know ?right? ??? burning off with ?summer? gas displaced ?bombs? ??? ? abuse? ??? what! the ?shore's? ?ugliness? walls drawn nylon decomposed ?night? everything in flame nervous ?no? ?doubt? waiting waiting aryan yahoo you're ?abaiting? me ??? putty in my face same you must ?have? ?been? I have no idea.. ?waiting? ?for? ?a? ?son? ??? space cover aryan yahoo what you gonna do with a ?rubber? ?band? ??? ??? ?crackers?________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Binge, cringe, on the fringe. Sloppy mincing eyedropping biopsy. Cyclops overlooks. Optic options, rotton showstopper, skin popper. A babbler, dabbler, self confessed criminal. Tore pen in vain instant still spellbound game stock talk back rock re-encounter incident, subsistance inexistant. Non committed unwitted oblivious. Habitual resistor, buff the stuff. Roughed up edge, fluent nudge, pre-collect ignition. Motivation inexistant. Wasted views, thats all they see, blue. Hot blood guild, optic nerve. With the right attitude you will succed blue. Self abusive, recluse, too late for me. Make shifting peace, settling crazy things. keep your eyes open, soft spoken changes nothing, a view so cruel. Dogs body comatose, a torchlight roast. Disinterest, disinfect. Retold, impressed by possession. Insiders know refresh, detained contest. Off and pure, sure tonight it feeds itself. Freeze in time or shadows climb, distracting override. Instincts evolve and try, over and over. Wasted truth, why call at all blue. Hot lines, eventual decline. With the right attitude you will succed blue. Resent that discontent, sidestep. Define the state of things, so far, crazy things. A view so cruel.________________________________________________________________________________________________________
These barriers, disintegrating. Put forth, fall. Bait the hook, blind envy makes me crawl. All these familiar faces, crack, corner smile. Memories build around me, smash down by denial.________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Every truncheon hit misguided, the peoples army divided. United stance, amped out war dance. What a ride. Inner thought of non violent rebellion. Outside, dare to die. Stand and fight. Show faith, return all the weapons, government says use them right. Fixed action set in motion, doubting amnesia potion, what to hide, red carpet ride. Guessing right, the jokes on dark corner. The square, you bath once a week. Distorted, the viewpoint seldom seen. Way back in "68" Ohio, kent state, was nothing so great. Have of have not, forcing the point. Shot in the back, take it back, down trod soldier away. Flower power within. Kill me, kill this way of life and be known. One by one they'll be coming down, altogether, sister machine gun, automatic high. What a ride, what a trip, tripped over the candlestick. Tanks arrive, fire wall, got to keep the camera alive. Tell the world whats going on here. Warning shots are fired at the stomach, chest wound, coed falls. Amped out, amped out. changing guns for brooms, the guards change to clean up crews. Way back in "68" every thing was so great, no way, wrong date. Keep up the trade, balanced charade. Close circuit truth used to remove. Keep the camera alive.________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Instrumental".________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Unfurnished, treeless, barren ball rotates, spitting toxins. Taught to destroy. A balance not unlike, rotates on. Changing, directs and wins. Each vision blurred, living thinking, not ever linking. That shape unknown. Progress, undermine. Basic binary, on, off, on, off. Breath, exhale, exhale lungs. Green shutters, camera fixed, overexposed. Skin burns, raged, the amber, violent. Tempered tension, surface stoned. Water, paper, to air. Dry cracks, growth denied.________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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