HAMSICLE

Music:

Member Since: 7/10/2005
Band Website: youtube.com/controlgroup
Band Members: GUITAR- Jared Pritham DRUMS- Orthicon BASS- Pockets VOCALS- Jimmy Shelter
Influences: we are influenced by patient progress
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God help ‘em, HAMSICLE has a MUSIC VIDEO on trial in the
Music Nation Music Video Inquisition. It is truly a Kafka-esque
ordeal and your help is sorely wanted. Please consider the
evidence and vote your conscience.

Exhibit A: "Black Monday," in which we attempt to shed light
on the tattered remains of the McMerican Dream.
To view and vote, click HERE
Or copy and paste this URL:
http://musicnation.com/v4a

You can vote once each day at the video site, and can also
vote a 2nd time each day via texting this code:
V4a to this phone number: 628466.
So please vote heartily, and daily.

The battle with McDonald’s, Starbucks, Nabisco, Kellogg’s
and Heinz Ketchup has only just begun.

Hamsicle does thank you, indeed. As does Control Group
(a Hamsicle subsidiary).

And here's our new song "Hayseed," in which one American soldier
"stays the course" only to find that although the means justifies
the means, the end justifies nothing.
To take a look/listen, click HERE

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HOG SWILLIN'S 116th DREAM
I CAN'T FEEL THE ATMOSPHERE HERE CRAWLING ON MY KNEES THROUGH A GUN PARADE OF TREES WHILE YOUR BLOWING CIRCUS SKIRTS MY NET OF MADNESS AS TATTERED PAPER CHINESE LANTERNS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR HIPS SHARPENED SCISSORS AT YOUR LIPS TABLOID NEWSPRINT ON YOUR THIGHS POSTAGE STAMPED MOSAIC EYES AND YOU BE MY CLEAN COLLAGE OF COLD CONFUSIONAND IF YOU THINK THAT I CAN'T FEEL THE HARDNESS IN YOUR BONES AS YOU EAT DINNER ALONE NO TV NO TELEPHONE JUST YOUR CANCER THROAT AND VOICE BOX FOR COMPANIONS AND THEY PULL YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN THE GLOW OF INCANDESCENT BULBS WITH THEIR NICOTINE STAINED GLOVES AND THEIR PARODY OF LOVE ECHOES LAUGHTER THROUGH THE KEYHOLE RADIO CANYONAND JEALOUSLY I WATCHED YOU BATHE BENEATH THE CHECKERED MOON IN YOUR CARNAL HAIR SHIRT ROOM THOUGH YOU PULLED THE SHADE TOO SOON AND LEFT ME STARING AT THE SILVER SCREEN AND SHUTTERS WHILEANOTHER SHUDDER TOOK ME PAST THE CHIME OF FALLING BELLS DRINKING FROM THE WISHING WELL THAT DIPPED STRAIGHT DOWN TO HELL WITH THE LEGENDARY SMELL OF AUTUMN RAKING THROUGH YOUR HAIR AND THE LEAVES THAT DID NOT DARE CAST THEIR HORRORS ANYWHERE THEY WERE UNWELCOME.
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PONY ON A STICK
WELL I HATE THE SUN / WELL I HATE THE MOON / I HATE THE STARS AND THE SEA TO SHINING SEA... MY SPIRIT WAS WEAK / MY FLESH WAS WEAK / NOTHING WAS WILLING FROM ME TO ME... WELL I GOT A FRIEND / SHE'S NEVER RIGHT / SHE CALLS THE DAY NIGHT... HER INITIATION WAS PENETRATION WITH HEART ATTACKS / AND CANDLE WAX RUNNING THROUGH ALL HER CRACKS
WELL SOME THINGS NEVER TURN OUT RIGHT
MY SIN WAS HER PERFECTION IN A HEART OF WAX / I KNEW SHE WOULD GIVE ME A CRACK AT THE SHIRT ON HER BACK
SO I CRAWL ON OVER / HER WINDOWS ARE DARK / I WAIT SO PATIENTLY IN THE PARK / WHEN SHE LEFT THE ROOM I SAT WHERE SHE SAT / THE CHAIR WAS SMOOTH / THE CHAIR WAS FLAT... I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT
THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT OTHER PEOPLE DO / NOT ME / NOT ME NOT YOU

Moth Night at Continental
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