Music Video for "Mouth Like A Magazine" by Showbread.

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Song: Matthias Replaces Judas Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: It is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit The sun has scorched the rising plans, alas they have no root The bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips Dance through the air with laughter as I wield this wicked whip As you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart So easily I disparage, self-seeking the work of my art And there you have come to me, at the moment I bathe in my sorrow So in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow Where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you? And offer to wash my feet as I offer to disobey you Your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail So faithfully and dutifully I award you with betrayal The weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs As I walk past a smile I cast, fervor in my stead But my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now I lay in this field by Judas', anticipate the plow I can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid For those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved And where would I fit, Jesus? What place is left for me? The price of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea Jesus my heart is all I have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy This simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough For your body that was broken, how can this be enough? by me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed Yet in your arms and in your heart forever I have stayed Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend For you have lived forever, and your love will never end

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Song: The Bell Jar Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: To be common place would be unique But we're so obscure we're incoherent Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke Rattling, rattling No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on your face Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant Like osteoporosis, she's brittle she is broken Static comes through synthesizers, megaphones and drum machines Beauty sounds like smashed guitars, And several references to feedback Rattling, rattling No surgery to save your life No promise everything's all right Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant Like osteoporosis she's brittle and she is broken Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic It's over, it's over No more waiting for something to live for It's over, it's over Everything is dying and we want something more

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Song: The Dissonance of Discontent Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: We've come so far, and here we are Amidst the endless hum No wind worth chasing, no revolution No blazing battle drum We laughed as we said, the music is dead, We've plucked out its eyes, we've shattered its head, My work is so weary so let it be said Father, thy will be done. Instruments make the best sounds as they're breaking, People make the best smiles when they're faking, Notes are shattered, blood is spattered, The night is ours for the taking, And what shall we say now that it is gone? In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs, And now we've gone pale, what was it we saw? The beauty, the horror... Of rock that is so raw

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Song: Stabbing Art To Death Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: Shall we use needles or knives to realign your spine? The tissue degenerates so rapidly Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover your face And smile at me to see if I am out of sight Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight You're such a wonderful person to know And my name will rest in utter disdain My resentment receives its wings for flight You deceitfully stroll on just the same into your holy light With music destroyed, we'll only create noise Sweet dissonance is all that you'll have left We'll dance across its grave The art of singing empty praise with knives of hope And peace stab art to death I've watched it on its drugs And I've seen the doctors shrug Cerebellums withered up The heart is black No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales pitch Will ever bring the art that's dying back And so we are the heirs, of this glowing lack of care Our hearts in one discord We all cry out for blood and spit we clap The amps are feeding back My heart is filled with the one to whom I shout And glowing you speak in the friendliest tongue In sentiments of gold And oh, the sweetest songs are sung And the sweetest lies are told So spread this virus and seek yourself You pursue it quite relentlessly when Sunday comes You'll raise hands to sing what a glorious sight to see Yet I see true art I see her and I see you And Father you inspire me to sing to you You inspire me to sing to you Burn all the flags and the money Sacrifice and laugh The light in your eyes reflects and I see myself And all I want to be for you I'll give everything Just to linger on your lips and feel your fingertips You are an angel Art is not the world Art is in our heart And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ring My princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo, My heart will sing if art is in yourself Or in a class at school if art is ego and selfishness And at the mercy of primitive tools We sing sweet good-byes in screams and screeches And bury these knives in your heart No paintings or poems to let you live on We've seen the last of art as servants and lovers We wash your feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty, The love you bring me stabs these knives right into art Art is not the world Art is in our hearts Stab art to death

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Song: Welcome To Plainfield Tobe Hooper Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic Echoing in hollow fuit are orders sent with love to you To serve a will more shallow still than paramecium I'll bet your hands are beautiful I'm sure your head is beautiful But the world is ugly The world is ugly and it's true I'll bet your hands are beautiful I'm sure your head is beautiful but the world is ugly The world is ugly even after you Invertebrates now contemplate your lavishing and humble service All set to hide behind the guise that this empty thing can't hurt us Sensationalized for virgin eyes, it's graphic, it's disturbing And it's worse still to think it's real, degrading and unnerving. I'll bet your hands are beautiful I'm sure your head is beautiful But the world is ugly The world is ugly and it's true I'll bet your hands are beautiful I'm sure your head is beautiful but the world is ugly The world is ugly even after you

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Song: So Selfish It's Funny Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: Someday they'll write a book about you Because you're so selfish it's funny So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde Of you, you, you So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde Of you, you, you Yeah, I'd love you But you love yourself And you'd love me But I love myself So tense are these nerves in any instance Teeth snap and a toe taps the dirt Cry like a baby and see if then maybe the others will cherish your hurt Never you see a cry or a plea Consider another or first Know this is YOUR world The harsh words you have hurled Recall you are the one in need worse Yeah, I'd love you But you love yourself And you'd love me But I love myself Yeah, I'd love you But you love yourself Ignoring you, I dance, oh I do Through magnificent realms, quite divine Stopping to see my face smiling at me For this is my life and my time Yeah, I'd love you But you love yourself And you'd love me But I love myself Yeah, I'd love you But you love yourself And we'd serve you But we serve ourselves What an arduous task, it proves such a feat to be only one of a kind Through the scenery slips through the spaces we meet Press forward and leave me behind What an arduous task, it proves such a feat to be only one of a kind Through the scenery slips through the spaces we meet Press forward and leave me behind What a child you are, for you look just like me Looking out for number one, I'm all that I have and all that I see Saved by the grace of the Son So shall we deny? And rot as we die? As I write a book about me My noble wealth of serving myself I am so selfish it's funny

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Songs: Sampsa Meets Kafka Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: Gregor starved to death No one dies of loneliness

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"Mouth Like A Magazine" by Showbread

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"Dead By Dawn" by Showbread

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"A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vice Versa)" by Showbread

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"The Great Depression" by Blindside

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"We're All Going To Die" by Blindside

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"Put Back The Stars" by Blindside

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"Fell In Love With The Game" By Blindside

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"My Alibi" By Blindside

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"City Lights" By Blindside

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"Ask Me Now" By Blindside

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"When I Remember" By Blindside

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"Kick It Off" By Capital Lights

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