Failure - Pre-Comfort Singles (1992)
This is Failure's really early stuff, two 7" singles they put out themselves, "Pro-Catastrophe/Dipped in Anger" and "Count My Eyes/Comfort". Both are drenched in the sound of fretless bass, and that's pretty cool. They're good singles, but unless you're heavy into Failure like I am, they probably won't appeal to you as much.
I do believe it's coming Don't dread its approach The only preference I might have is that I Hope to see it It could start with an invasion Or maybe a creeping flood The bomb's so boring I wanna see some blood There'll be people in the streets I mean the ones that live in houses I wanna see them screaming "Holy mother, sweet Jesus" I may seem a bit morbid Which I don't really care to deny 'Cause when it hits, I'll be laughing And you'll just start to cry Young and old and middle-aged Domesticated creatures as well There are other ways to look at this Than a state of living Hell As your friends, relatives, and acquaintances Perish in catastrophe Just think of it as the best movie You could ever hope to see It's got action, violence Few rapes in there too Starvation, whole nations And it's all for me and you It's got everything you wanted Plus, admission is free There's only one catch It's compulsory What I'd like to say to you Unequivocally, is that I've Got a brand new movement It's called "pro-catastrophe" You could join me, denounce me I really don't care 'Cause pro-catastrophe is not Something we need to share Something we need to Something we need to share
"Dipped in Anger"
I'm sick with the guilt And I'm dipped in the anger And sex is the thing That has brought me disease I want to hurt people Especially ones I know I'm so fucking scared I just wish I could go But go to the store Or the park or the mountains I'll still be sick there As the anger spews from me Like fountains Like fountains I can break things, things plastic But things I'll remember I broke, it's the gnawing The clawing, the scraper Inside wants to clean out All that's inside, so there's Only without A numb, hard shell is how They'll find me, let me show you my best I won't be that easy to find, I will fit in With the rest The past is still with me It follows, not stopping Slowing me down To show me there's nothing that's Left in my life To say that I have changed I'm still here, obsessing And thinking of naught Cannot even be honest with myself I don't want to fit in with the rest Don't want to fit in with the rest
"Count My Eyes"
I made my head split open And everyone watched I twisted it off And everyone gasped I lost my sight And everyone laughed Then I replaced my head And I couldn't see A hole was left in my head Between my eyes, dark and red It wasn't a new eye I was just dead I was Just Dead Break me off a piece Of life's juicy pie 'Cause you don't have to Lift your eyes Just look at the way I look at the sky Look at me Count my eyes Count my eyes
Sometimes, you cry Sometimes, you don't Sometimes, I listen Sometimes, I listen I want you I want you I want you
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