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Document #12 Split with Majority Rule
Released on CD on September 23, 2002 by Magic Bullet Records (MBL028)
Released on 12" on October 29, 2002 by Magic Bullet Records
2017 12" re-issue released by Dark Operative Records (OPS008)
Test Pressing: 5 on black vinyl
First Pressing: 550 on clear vinyl (includes CD insert)
Second Pressing: 540 on marble vinyl. Released in 2003
Third Pressing: 550 on black vinyl. Released in 2003
Fourth Pressing: 200 on translucent gold vinyl, 42 with black flecks. Released in 2004
Fifth Pressing: ??? on aqua vinyl, green vinyl, hole vinyl, and puke vinyl. Released in 2011
Sixth Pressing: ??? on black vinyl. Released in 2017
CD Pressing: Unknown Quantity (Still In-Print)
Recorded in April 2002 by Mike Bossier at Oblivion Studios
Artwork by Chris Taylor
PG.99/friendship
This is where it starts,
When we all just fall apart,
A hole in my head widens,
My brain is drying up, where it shows,
Everyone can see it but no one knows,
Offering them flowers in my mind's rose,
But in my head's windows/the cold wind grows and birds explode,
I wrote my name in the snow before the ocean froze,
I am so blown off, outgrown, and froze.
PG.99/tantrum
You are a skeleton of a man with long spider legs and carpenters hands,
You stand, abandoned ship, you can't,
A quiet drip from your rusted faucet sings.
A hollow sink in your (cell/life) rings, as you weep...
Momma, put me to sleep, and that's when you know how good this gets,
A waking night here, a nightmare at best.
Your number tossed in, in with the rest of them.
Your totem skin painted in tradition, in winter's room.
In your body's condition, he said "save me" and was raped by pigs,
Each blow spewing wisdom for all to see.
Teach the world...
"Cop", make him pay!,
The kitchen bills, the height of hills, the fog through pills,
The loss of will, unwilling shrill, kill... killer... killed...
PG.99/richmond is a hole
I peel back the lips, rip out my hair and nails,
Pull my skin off in strips, and shatter my teeth...
Split the eyes one by one, cut off the fingers,
Remove the bones, swallow the heart and crush the lungs,
Now burn what's left of me and say the name,
I'll love you forever.
PG.99/faces sunken by letting go
A mask we all wear, a latex curtain stare,
The flesh in rhythm through the window,
Skin slapping bare as the wind blows...
Her makeup face is hollow with webs,
Her wedding vows said in bed,
Screaming love me at an empty head
A black river flows, the meateater bellows,
In the way we all speak, like when dead houses creak, on,
The liar's beak and all the youth leaking through our fingers,
It's love or hate, right?
"Oh, no the guilt of life."
PG.99/virginia
It's all building up,
Bottleneck backbreak,
Backstabbing stepping stone.
The world is burning, and I am your carpet.
Behead the white horse, God is screaming murder,
Trees are growing downwards, my lungs are poisoned,
I didn't hurt her...,
Rock 'n roll is hiding, (backbeat lying) music is dead.
This is where it ends.
MAJORITY RULE/not in my name
Our course for Cole's empire is coming true.
If we can't stop the oil running through our veins.
And break the lies that have made us blind.
An Alexandrian solution in stopping our calling cards.
Cards that kill [in the name of domestic interest].
They build their colonial lines to fight their wars away from home.
OUR! EYES! ARE! OPEN!
MAJORITY RULE/these hands
It's happening again.
Everyday a little further.
It's happening again.
I need you to lean into me.
Let me know you are there.
In the dark I must feel like him.
I do and it kills me.
Touch and fear are what he connects.
The things I would do to erase all of them.
BASTARDS! who see perfection and try to break it.
BASTARDS! who are too afraid to face themselves.
These are my hands.
This is my heart.
and you are perfect.
MAJORITY RULE/my version of paris
These eyes tired sting.
Has stopped hurting.
Only in dreams.
Only in dreams.
So we started dreaming and stopped listening.
I could finally hear my heart scream.
Making a memory of the rest of our lives.
So it starts. together. forever. and never. alone. again.
MAJORITY RULE/packaged poison
You have been sold frail bones and unnatural shapes.
Thousands of page turning glossy portraits of perfection.
Alien rotting cover girls.
Covered to hide their disease.
Found in bulging medicine cabinets, body image, cosmetic butchers paychecks.
They don't care! the business is not beauty it's insecurity.
You have been sold! and it's killing you.
Current Lineup:
Blake Midgette
Chris Taylor
Mike Taylor
George Crum
Johnathan Moore
Brandon Evans
Kevin Longendyke
Johnny Ward
