Karma To Burn – Official WebSHRINE

All the travelling is starting to catch up with us!

In other news, we’ve signed up some backup-singers: “The Karmettes”:

They’re brilliant….

… except the one with no mouth

.. she’s rubbish

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Silver ball comin’ at my head,
spikes emerge, sense of dread

Mausoleum, halls of white,
blood spatters in the night.

(chorus)
My life is a phantasm
My dreams are reality
Wake my brain so I can see
Immortality.

Truth calls, in my bed,
Don’t fear, is what she said

Red planet, slave to waste,
grilled turkey, I must baste…

(Ok, the grilled turkey part is a joke which I know won’t make it into the song)

The guitar goes like this: dun dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun dun…. and stuff. It’s in E, or G, or fucking F or some shit. Regardless of the key, there is obviously a capo involved. Duh. And no compression. This was written without compression.

Your welcome,

Matt

From: Matt Maiellaro
To: Me
To: Yld Daniel Davies
Subject: Your balls
Sent: Dec 9, 2010 1:16 AM

I’ll have them in a vice if there’s compression.

So I just ordered a suit made of cellophane for your wedding.

I hope my junk, which will be in clear view, won’t distract from your service. I often find that when I wear my cellophane biker shorts around town I get a lot of looks that I consider consequential at best.

I’m not proud of my 16 inch dong but I am fond of letting it get sunlight – it’s where my body absorbs the most vitamin D. And D is short for Dickamentphetothine.

Which is what the sun gives us.