Finally. Long arduous process, but it's finally here. Limited run. There's only 30 of these things. Get 'em. Digipack. All typography and photography is courtesy of Allen Rapadas! All illustrations are by my dear friend Shon Kopimi! All layout design is Steve Kitchen at COMBINATION13! The model on the disc is Kelsie Grant, and the lovely naked lady is Rianne Brundlefly Keel from Riannaconda Burlesque & Other Arts!
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Button/Pin/Patch + Digital Album
I make these myself, so you KNOW they're made with LOVE! <3 If you throw in a couple extra bones, I'll seriously load you the fuck up. More designs to come!
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T-Shirt/Apparel + Digital Album
Bleed from your fucking eyes. White plastisol on black canvas.
Punk as fuck. There's only like 30 of these left.
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Poster/Print + Digital Album
Make your favourite advertisement look like they're talking about my favourite subject - ME!
I'll throw in a handful of these things. And if you throw in more bones and I'll load you the fuck up.
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lyrics
New Zealand won't even be alive by the time I finish this song,
Not a schism beyond neuroticism, everything in her life was wrong,
The only fate you have ever been doomed to,
Was falsely believing that fate doomed you.
You've grown to be a cold bitch,
I guess we the have ice to thank for that,
Your self-sewn voodoo-doll throne stitch,
Hides behind those nice new tats,
So put that needle in,
Pushin' in that medicine,
Why are you so scared of a soul?
I guess that's what black tar was made for,
So go ahead and fill that hole.
Take off the circumstance-victim circus-pants,
And give your rational brain-circuits a chance,
We don't,
Need no,
Ego,
Veto the need to feed it and please go,
Incognito,
The opposite of that fame you lust after,
The must-have you just had ain't robust laughter,
You robot,
You know not,
The blown shots that flow through that hole that won't clot,
So stop,
Before you go drop,
Before you grow rot,
On that brain in your head,
Or even end up dead...
Isn't it ironic,
A little bit, maybe,
That the book I wrote this song in was the only gift you gave me.
You weigh the success of ya anoerexia,
And earn a superficial slumber,
Even though you'll see me no more,
I don't mean contact info when I say you should lose those numbers.
We all fall down,
Over achiever,
But follow through with the fall and you end up in the ground,
Not to condescend,
But wait 'til then,
If you think I look down on you now.
What an excellent nickname you found,
Practically already down under... ground.
You say it's your mind, your body, your life, your health,
But I can't keep watching you killing yourself,
You say that any real friends would just accept what you do,
If you had any real friends, they would leave too.
Go ahead and candy-coat, hit that horse, and put on more gloss,
It fucking pains me to say this:
But I have been forced to already mourn your loss.
Make no mistake,
It ain't out of hate,
That this life of yours I walk out of...
Make no mistake,
It ain't out of hate,
That this walk I take is out of love.
credits
from Centerfolds,
released July 25, 2013
Christoph "Slut" Leon - Vocals, Production
The instrumental I used is the outro-riff from the song "Electrify" by The Beastie Boys off of their phenomenally inspirational album "Hello Nasty".
