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Document #8 Long Play
CD released on May 13, 2001 by Robotic Empire (Robo 009)
10" released in 2001 by The Electric Human Project (ehp 0.05)
12"/CD re-issue released on November 22, 2005/November 8, 2005 (Robo 049) with 2 bonus tracks
Test Pressing: 4 on black
First Pressing: 1,111 on yellow vinyl
Second Pressing: 1,115 on black vinyl
Third Pressing (Remixed Re-Issue 12"): 1,212 vinyl (840 on black, 125 on green, 124 on blue/red, 123 on grey splatter, 23 on black with Hand-Numbered Overrun Covers)
Fourth Pressing: 1,032 vinyl (420 on black, 204 on foam, 204 on tangerine, 204 on vampire)
Fifth Pressing (Released in 2011): 1,000 vinyl (200 on red, 200 on white, 600 on black)
Sixth Pressing (Released September 18, 2017): 500 vinyl on purple
Seventh Pressing (Released August 2023 on Persistent Vision Records): 1,350 vinyl (300 Purple, Black, & Yellow Mix, 350 Purple & Pink Marble, 700 Opaque Yellow)
CD First Pressing: 2,000 with glossy finish on jacket, brown discface, and white jacket inside
CD Second Pressing: 2,000 with matte finish on jacket (plus black print on the inside) and a gray discface
CD Third Pressing (Remixed Re-Issue): Still in-print
European Pressing (SCP 032.5): 1,000 on black vinyl with one label blank in a gatefold 12" released on Scene Police
Russian Pressing (OSK 005): 100-200 on Cassette released on SzSS Records/Old Skool Kids Records
Recorded by Kurt Ballou at God City Studios. Remix done by Kurt Ballou
in love with an apparition
In his nightmare...
Black rain fell and clogged their first kiss,
Now suffocating she dies in his arms,
Now their love is a floating ghost,
As she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling.
Into the setting sun...her love was a vampire.
your face is a rape scene
That whisper,
Your lovely curling razor,
Mistakenly wound around my tongue
To squeeze some fucking truth from that wicked obsession,
Your obsession, where I can pass by.
They do that when you're dead alive.
I could count stars,
And you counted screams,
So if you would please just hand me my ticket,
I will go and join the ground.
It was where I was in the first place.
life in a box
It seems to be cold in here,
Inside the empty head of you, the end of you.
When you speak, your pink, pink pout spouts out poison,
And without a doubt they believe in you...
Idiots, well I know, yes I know what this is about.
I have most definitely figured you out,
Behind your vile smile there is more teeth than I can count
And a pair of horns to go with your lying grin.
we left as skeletons
You are every ounce of horror,
Every reminding second of a completely terrible life.
You're the single most constant mistake of why (most) my body aches,
And from the old iron shackles you locked around my heart
To the chunks of my life you picked out from your teeth,
I remember for a second just once about the person I used to be.
punk rock in the wrong hands
I am a prisoner in a war full of idiots.
The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow,
Choke the throat of passion and sorrow.
Kill my drifting breeze of thought,
I have been captured, I have been caught.
I am a prisoner in a war of scowls,
Coughing youth from it's bowels,
I am doing fine,
I am feeling well,
deep inside my dark well cell.
ballad of circling vultures
Lately I've been thinking that I cleared a whole room for you
Because your presence should be framed when your visits arrive.
They are white and so bright, glowing,
I sit staring at my bedroom floor thinking I must be the only fool.
the hollowed out chest of a dead horse
I've seen you sitting in your bed,
In your brown gown of dead flowers and in your room,
In it's corners where spiders crawl,
And a sour dream centipede slips under your mattress until it's time,
Oh, oh, gimme that back,
I want my back, back.
Oh your beauty,
Let it rot, let it rot, let it fucking rot.
Lie down now...
If you please darling,
So I can do our world a service,
Dream, dream, and dream.
She looks right down through me,
I can make out her shape.
Her silhouette's false,
Legs crossed,
Eyes black,
Spilling on me.
the lonesome waltz of leonard cohen*
Last week I could not believe what I would see,
The tears rolled down softly.
Nudged down the stairs oh so sadly.
We could steal the truth to never be seen.
One stair.
Two stairs.
Three stairs go spiraling.
At best a cracked head will stop your smiling.
Playful blood streams talking and smirking.
At the bottom of a stairwell I saw you.
I swear...
One stair.
Two stairs.
Three stairs go spiraling.
Waiting...I'm waiting...
the list (filth cover)*
The list is thousands long
People who decided it wasn't for them
Did they really make that decision?
Conditioning runs deep in the U.S.A.
Teenage rebellion is just fine as long as you stop once you turn eighteen
Thousands of punks turned to society's tools
There is something in their eyes
You can tell they sold out
Remember punk is more than teenage rebellion
Sure it starts there. But why does it end?
And the list is thousands long
What other life is there besides a life of freedom?
Never give in
Never give up
When boredom sets in
Think of the young kids who we once were
That enthusiasm is still there
You look around
What do you see?
One to replace every five that leave
And the list is millions long
But, lately I see an urgency
Back to old values of dedication and fucking rebellion
Perhaps the list is only hundreds long.
*Tracks 8 and 9 are bonus tracks exclusive to the re-issue. They originally appear on Document #9.
They are included on the third pressing of the record and onward, as well as the CD re-issue.
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