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None Shall Pass EP

by Darq Furax

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1.
Darq Furax - None Shall Pass 03:30
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Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist Wither by the watering hole, Border patrol What are we to Heart Huckabee Art fuckery suddenly Not enough young in his lung for the water wings Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like I'm a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt Fine, sign of the time we elapse When a primate climb up a spine and attach Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines They get a rise out of frogs and flies So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life The mouths water on a fork and knife And the allure isn't right No score on a war-torn beach Where the cash cow's actually beef Blood turns wine when it leak for police Like that's not a riot it's a feast, let's eat And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by The Funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like none shall pass None shall pass None shall pass Now if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss To the jokers who pose by the glitz Fine sign of the swine in the swarm When a king is a whore who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure out a prize and award While avoiding the vile bazaar that is violence and war True blue triumph is more Like wait, let him snake up out of the centerfold Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by The Funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like none shall pass None shall pass None shall pass Okay woke to a grocery list, goes like this Duty and death anyone object, come stand in the way You could be my little Snake River Canyon today And I ran with a chain of commands And a jetpack strapped where the backstab lands if it can Fine sign of the vibe in the crowd When I cut a belly open to find what climb out That's quite a bit of gusto he muster up To make a dark horse rush like enough's enough It must've struck a nerve so they huff and puff Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck And it's a beautiful thing To my people who keep an impressive wingspan Even when the cubicle shrink You got to pull up the intruder by the root of the weed And march him through the machine And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by The Funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like none shall pass None shall pass None shall pass
2.
Darq Furax - Dark Heart News 04:05
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Aesop Rock: So many dark arts to choose Involved in forty hues Bend spoons Dark Heart News Rob Sonic: Breathin's a tug of war Wet when I rush the ball Flushed, 29 bust gum stuck Clutch the door Slumped in the back burn +Bush+ by the son of +George+ Sweat tear and feed Cause I don't bleed when I cut no more Aesop Rock: A system of gods From each of the brawling tribes So my bible is a pot of qualms, clipped and collaged Pavlov's bad dogs parry mass bells I don't speak the language but my last laughs held Rob Sonic: Spiraled get vertigo Signals the flash and beep Postin my head for myself to get back to me Pouch full of dynamite Blast cap anatomy Bags full of smelling salts Mad as the magazine attack Medic, Stretcher, Call Cracked, Crazy, Header, Fall A threat, a break, a mistake with a pulse Pickin' every last fuckin piece of paint off the walls Aesop Rock: Okay the rotary corner Grow to be notably mobile And social gopher teeth form holes Where any seam work breaths normally We'll locate every exit, had seconds to flee the wormhole When emergency diversions ring the celly or the door bell Rob Sonic: Burning it at both ends Friends let's commiserate Turn it into something to the sound that the triggers make Born at the baddest sign Half this time, still awake Training all my zeros to perform like your figure 8 Aesop Rock: Four corners of the globe All invent fire on the very same day in the very same cold Each sent a man with torch to the border line to boast Watch them collide and explode Rob Sonic: When I peel the blinds back Up jump the irons call Monkey wrench in my hands Razor cut the islands off Homemade taps Memories I ignore the private calls And ever since the 80's I think something's in my Tylenols Aesop Rock: What plague? Make it out of limb brigades So eager to walk planks Then we'll climb a tree and wait Your irony is waiting over piety and faith So when the ghostly ruminations come We'll kindly disobey it I will live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint And see the hoi polloi becoming restless in their tanks Can't hold howls and corrals with a key So will the worms please shriek on the count of three (Three!) Rob Sonic: If I had a dollar For every time I couldn't sleep I could buy a million locks And finally read a book in peace No more would my president and come off as a crooked thief And turn my heart so dark that it would bark when he looked for me Aesop Rock Sideways eye on a sinister boundary Panel of contemporary's killing my loudly 99 Models of fear on the wall timorous Done running into to the car on the wrong cinder blocks AHH! Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic: Dark Heart News! Dark Heart News! Dark Heart News! Dark Heart News! Dark Heart News! Dark Heart News! Dark Heart News!
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Darq Furax - Coffee 03:38
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We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee No, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go And the last shall be First to immerse in the pass out heat Face in the mud where the moxie melt 'Till he woke up drowning in tchotchke hell More in a cave with a torch on the wall Than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls On a brand new day, saw what he saw Property owners who crawl to the mall With a bad toupee and a face like he author the law Pace like he mourning a loss Right hand on a can of worms Left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean That's ok, you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day But a model of mercy and might, no way Marionette who will clap and obey Dude, look, all that noise Call that flight of the water boys Meet and greet and they all slap five Cheek to cheek when they colonize And a grown-ass man shall abide as he wish Walk that path with a dime and a stick Walk that path with a diamond and wine Walk that path to the firing line Just walk, pay no mind To the new recruit with the play-doh spine Let's be friends from opposite ends Wave to the kid don't hop on the fence Play to the radius far and away Orbit wide don't park in his space One little martyr who talk in his face Make one little Weathermen sharpen the blades We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee No, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go And the last shall be First to the curb with the mad cow meat Face in the bars of a regular cell When he woke up high in collectible hell Boom town kid who was taught by the binge That a man who expire with the most shit win That's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich Not a routine friend in a pinch Still not used to the stench How it throws off otherwise lucid events In the case the afraid observe I got a Pro-Keds box full of laymans terms, it goes Hey, peace, pray for the plagued Major relief and capacious rains But just cuz I don't want to war with you It don't mean go warm up the barbecue I'm like pardon you, sawed off limit My high noon is a quick little minute I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic Who simply isn't going to ever really get it This HQ is alive and alone No driveway no sign of a home No dial tone, no line for the phone No world's tiniest violin song And I might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue With a deep breath hiding and bored Fighting a smile, highly annoyed When the timing is right I will rise and record Call for the monster beats and Blockhead got Animal drums like he's doctor teeth It goes red light green light 1 2 3 One large coffee, fuck you, peace T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
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Darq Furax - Citronella 03:32
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Cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky Collar-pop Jolly Roger die motherfucker die Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion Snuck a jammy through the red tape and tiptoed past him Worm teeth grinding feverishly below As little organic hacksaws eager to feed and grow So when it's Blackhawk over the glass walk They surface up through the cash crops With clippers for your belly-up mascots and never dine alone Meanwhile, back at sea level, it was home by home zone for zone Bloom County's homeless riot for home ownership I hope you put gas in the motor-home and know the roads I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb And that's unevenly rendered To those who grew up thinking faith was a surrender of reason But not a reason to surrender Catch the Liberty Fire's catalog Forty torched orchids and citronella for Algernon Don and Vagabond alike repent This shit should have been Beta burns Babylon, the end And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors To murder the medium that shot 'em thirty years before They said And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky No love lost baby, the future is so bright Nothing says charm like an armored car Taking the clone-farm 'tards to the arms bazaar We were the homemade marker makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts And march through the gauntlet of car alarms No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier Than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears But we can run with scissors through the city fair Or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art of splitting hairs Double park the shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark Where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy Clarks These are the vices of the p-noid bastards Who will chew whatever tablets blur the axioms fastest But crews lose lunches by the hundreds Lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing Humming keep your mouth closed Keep your cows cloned, go I am the pulse of this fucking town homes know My what a convenient embargo At least I'll always know which side of the gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from The too-far-gone kicks, still in the box Fix, still in the pill in his sock Chilling, gill in the slop and a million watch Gideon scribes But once the arc honor pussy and bribes, the animals will divide And that's a win for the garish who keep charity in the parish While profiting off the lack of a marriage And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors To murder the medium that shot 'em thirty years before They said And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky No love lost baby, the future is so bright
5.
Darq Furax - The Harbour Is Yours 03:46
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Reeeeeemix! For the kids For the children ...Throw your babies in the air [Rob Sonic] Dead men tell no tales (Uh-huh) Up push the daisies till the soil is stale In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale (Here we go) Mr. Big sleep with the carp and kelp [Aesop Rock] Look. Once upon a time in the days of yore When the people lived fresh outta legend and folklore There was an old pirate who piloted vile slang Had a bird perched on him and swash buckled the same Peg leg navigate him starboard to port By the nautical starry night yelling "The harbor is yours!" And you should tell them where you situate the gold That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davy J-J-J-Jones Like "walk the plank" for whom the shark thank Maroon the mutineers consume the souvenirs Come all the shiny spoils piled higher every year He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer Ten summers prior on a night like this Crows nest scopes something afloat to the boats west Swore it blew him a kiss When he focus seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-f-f-fish "What the heck!" frazzled, his telescope shattered Gathered himself she was ghost he was down the rope ladder To deck circled the vessel 360 swiftly Found nothing in the water but salt, piss and whiskey Yarr, heckled by the swabbies at the bar He'll be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War Like this dude either got two glass eyes Or he wearing his patch on the wrong s-s-s-side Now he knew what he saw But had to prove he was raw So he raped and he pillaged and And he feud and he brawled Try to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke And vowed to always find her though he never told his cutthroats Meanwhile, back in the now, got a brand new skeleton crew On the move out when they aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow They are prying shiny metals out your m-m-m-mouth Okay, youth wanes old age holler wisdom and disease Like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed And he was achy from his boots to the feather in his hat Until his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map One look down and lept off the dock See if you can guess where X marked the spot The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave Only one mile from where he'd seen the mer-mer-mer-maid Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger thank you much Day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched But see the vitamin deficiency was strong So by the time they bumped into the island he could barely lift his grog Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand Prayers in the air, seashells in his hand And nary a high tide so grand as the one that put The lady of the lake on dry la-la-la-land I wish I could tell you that it ended happy Pretend like his bones weren't practically snapping Pretend like her gills didn't dry up and suffer But that's a half-dead pirate and a fish outta water No lie, scout's honor, got a million more From the burgundy lighting above the shores of whores Before your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails Remember dead men tell no t-t-t-tales [Rob Sonic] Dead men tell no tales (Uh-huh) Up push the daisies till the soil is stale In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale (Here we go) Mr. Big sleep with the carp and kelp
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Darq Furax - Pigs 03:16
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Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market All God's critters hold positions Some are violent, some are victims Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support So when the piranhas honor New York My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole Two-track braniac using the food and payroll To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking... [Hook] Pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal... Pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal... [Verse II/III] When all the wolves in woolly wigs Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the passengers Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles Bougie this and Bougie that... War pig or pussy cat... Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle And while I don't really know the working details of your tribes I know that that's one ugly fucking tie [Hook] Asshole... pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal... The motherfuckin' pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal...

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released December 11, 2013

Darq Furax: Production
Aesop Rock: Vocals
Rob Sonic: Featuring on "Dark Heart News"

Inspired by the work of Aesop Rock (Bazooka Tooth)

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