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Bushman

by Ape Not Kill Ape

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  • ANKA 7"
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    SIDE A
    Red Room & Graveyard Dog
    SIDE B
    Into Dust & Warm Dream

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  • Bushman CD
    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Bushman CD-R

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    Album Art by Ape Not Kill Ape
    Drawings by Chelsea Harris
    Digital Madness by Cam Frank
    Text scanned by Adis Kaltak

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1.
When i'm dead Burn My body When I die Throw a party I'm dying In my own Hell The Lord He's got me now But I knew it was the Devil himself I'm dying In my own Hell I tried to claw my way out But I ended up burying myself I'm dying In my own Hell From the twisted heavens & all the lies that were in themselves Dissolve/Subside Separate & divide Dissolve/Subside Flow out my mind Flow out in time
2.
Wilson 02:22
A fine man named Wilson operated the cash registers, praising UPC's, hoping that his shit boss wouldn't inject him with the rusty needle known as overtime. "Well I just want to jerk off!" He says. "Press your cock against the counter & let that fucker subside, you've got five more hours." "Thanks boss; I respect every bone in your slug-like being" Regardless he grabs his cock like a mother holding her child's hand across the street. An elderly women named Florence approaches Wilson, cock in hand & all. Luckily she is as blind as the church & praises this man. Wilson, stiff cock in hand begins to scan an orgasm of groceries, but as he grabs the One Direction disk he busts his load, cums on her eyes & sure enough her vision returned. Wilson, the christ of cum.
3.
Flesh 03:21
Dead man He trot the desert Getting high Off of pleasures Skull & bone, born again Born atomic Burn, my friend Oh that flesh is so fresh Tear me open, love it Young man He walk the desert Getting high Off of lizards Blood & flesh, born again Born erotic Love, my friend Oh that flesh is so fresh Tear me open, love it Old man He run the desert Getting high Off of pictures Spirit & mind, born again Born hypnotic Kill, my friend Oh that flesh is so fresh Tear me open, love it
4.
Red Room 03:21
The lazy man A spastic howl Red room junk Appear in town Trust me man Trust me now Shook our ground Believe you'll grow Drag the dirt away from me Homosapien energy I'm no believer Red room believer A hazy room I drift away God I wish forever to lay Damn it all A hallow cause The rose stone A holocaust Search the seeker Search away I'll believe in God someday I'm no believer Red room believer What can we question when it's shot straight down? What can he question when it's shot straight down?
5.
Graveyard dog Cleans my urn Bones are scattered Among the ruins Graveyard Dog I stare at holes In outer space Waiting for the day Graveyard dog Baptize me Redemption for Wounded Knee Well the martyr of sadomasochism Stumbled past the pillars The fascists chased him His fathers killers Knees shake, greet the crowd Upside down Graveyard Dog.... His mother left him Father long dead God bless his brother For words never said Now vision red It's fixed on dog But his body gone I said his body gone God bless the guillotine God bless the life we live God bless the internet & God bless our shallow hearts
6.
Sun/Feel 08:59
He wants the sun She wants to feel Sun Feel
7.
Risky 04:04
December unites She holds us tight Hoping I won't lose the grip I so quickly denied Denied Generally growing Her sickness is showing Over & over She peers over shoulders I wanna be free God, hold me closer Risky move, for a safe lady... October frights Chills at night Trying to repress The fleshless beast Thats growing inside Inside Lulls that linger Grow in the winter Clawing to cause a divide & laughs that loosen Are picked & chosen Somewhere so deep down inside Risky move, for a safe lady She shouldn't of done that She is redundant Her pussy gone crazy A white girl in her white home, white cars in her white abode. A white fashion sense, don't it make you feel sick to end up like all of the rest?Well I don't wanna die like that baby, prey that God shall save me. Risky move, for a safe lady.
8.
Cops Kill 02:10
I sat upon my own throne Overlooking my adversaries I see that I am alone No prescription necessary I chast my grust upon I chast my grust within The only thing that was taught Was not to trust to any end She sent the pulsars to 4-D Fly into a quasar with me The Universe she unfolds Exposes her blossom To the trees I gotta die tonight Cops kill the populous Put us to the test & by Gods chance i'm restless & by Gods chance Well i'll be left breathless So my compass points to Sirius A fixed point in our nebula So in God I trust Kill all of us I gotta die tonight
9.
Waltz 03:56
Walking broke With wine in my stomach I just pass See all the heartache Remain cold Remain vacant I could laugh Always fake it Talking to The hearts of the innocents Feel the breeze In an instant Always cold You never listen I could cry Never sacred Fucking right We're always wrong Grow up kids, evolve Never talk Never stray I could die Maybe today
10.
Into Dust 01:25
What has happened? I have no trust Fuck me Into dust I used to be in love Kids grow up Turn to rust Look at us Look above We aren't able to love You gave up On yourself I need help Help ourselves We gave up on us
11.
I had a warm dream About death This world we live in has It has profound confusion Barbaric battles Take our lives by the horn Ages pass & the dust settles We return to our cage & wait for the next chance To prove that we have somehow Excelled in the sliver of time That we exist Until that last moment of life Is staring you right between The eyes Your eyes Her eyes The knife slowly pierces the skin, pain is not immediate nor even present at this point. As if death, she gives you a kind hug & walks you into the warm, shallow water. Great bodies of water Great bodies of water Lambs to the slaughter Sons kill your mothers Great bodies of water Great bodies of water
12.
The siren screams At the bark of dawn Hounds, growing rabid I fly off my cosmic hearse To a land so bright & true Then I wake up Guard man grabs the guillotine He says something, means nothing It's the chain gang depression I saw my brother get beaten down Oh no, don't turn around Bloody teeth, pierce the dirt Brother I should've remembered But now we're in the chain gang forever & I remember Playing in the rain Talking to my friends Hoping I won't see them again But here I am Grasp the pickaxe & slam it down With the force of everything You have ever loved & I love the chain gang depression Well I cry & cry Hoping I will eventually subside Into enjoying my own time I go to bed With the same putrid thoughts I woke up with Rinse, repeat All hail the chain gang depression One night, my mother whispered In my ear, so I Grabbed the knife The steel walked across her throat I met her aorta & I bathed in her blood You've got nothing to lose So you got to learn your lesson In the chain gang depression The siren whispered at the Brim of dusk Hounds, lying down I rest in my cosmic hearse To a land so dark & blue You think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking specialYou think you're fucking special?

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Recorded at Goon Lagoon by Tommy Schichtel
Mastered by Jim Diamond

Lyrics by Adis Kaltak
All songs written & performed by Ape Not Kill Ape
Cover design by Cam Frank

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released April 8, 2017

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