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by HEPNOVA

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1.
Bionic Boyband in Bollywood 04:46
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Bullet the blue sky of a non-existent Nirvana with shotgun shells Bhindied foreheads shine like 3rd eyes between 2 twinkling pupils Shining with blank stares, fulling aware of elephant-headed teeny boppers, Everywhere As I eat the lotus that blossoms from my stupor I find quiet annihilation that comes from my sweetest assimilation We've got our New Bohemian stride We live the sub-proletariat life We're so candy mod it hurts We're so sugar pop it works I was never one to take it slow You are so hardcore I'm sure you know We've got our New Bohemian stride We live the sub-proletariat life We're so candy mod it hurts We're so sugar pop it works You wear your post-orgasmic glow We go underground I'm lying low I have sex in swirls both high and low Fame, into her arms do you want to go? We've got our New Bohemian stride We live the sub-proletariat life We're so candy mod it hurts We're so sugar pop it works
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Karaoke 01:46
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Do you want to karaoke, karaoke? I say yes, oki-doki Discoball is oh-so kitschy Bust a move and dance I'm getting itchy Kawaii desu ne!? Kawaii desu ne!? Grab a microphone let the music play! Kawaii desu ne!? Kawaii desu ne!? Grab a microphone let the music play! Do you want to karaoke, karaoke? I say yes, oki-doki Discoball is oh-so kitschy Bust a move and dance I'm getting itchy What will you sing? What will you sing? Grab a microphone I'm the disco king! Ballads or soul? Ballads or soul? Grab a microphone I want ROCK AND ROLL! Do you want to karaoke, karaoke? I say yes, oki-doki Discoball is oh-so kitschy Bust a move and dance I'm getting itchy (repeat)
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Deep Sea Fish 02:38
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He is a fish, he lives where there is no light In disguise, he eyes my girl tonight An artist, he says that he is lonely An artiste does things for artists only Dangling lure, skilled poseur Always posing around Trolling around For dishonest love His glasses a mask; her scans read "safe" But the moody prude is a secret rake Hand on chin, he critiques the murals He kisses all the boys, but he'd rather kiss the girls Dangling lure, skilled poseur Always posing around Trolling around For dishonest love We've had plenty of time to grow sick of each other I can't seem to leave, but she's drawn to others I cut my hands on a coral bed How can I hand onto her? Bait a hook for the deep-sea fish Seductive predator
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Internal Ratchet Action 03:22
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Snap into gear when you hear the thump The dancefloor cringes for fear of being torn up They double-take when they're guzzling Dom Because you twist like Nixon and burn like napalm Four years and seven scores ago, you were a suckerfish hanging on But you were abducted, augmented Now, you're a precision destructicon, oh baby You got that mechanical, monstrous vibe You got internal ratchet action You got it, babe, shake it all night Internal ratchet action They all askin' where you get that juice Did your daddy wind you up and turn you loose? Is the world a bed of coals you must walk over? Did you just drop in from the cliffs of Dover? Well, don't you pay them no mind They're stale ones -- now is your time Lock in, rotate, engage You got to tighten them up with this one Just leave them standing, staring, holding the bag, you got Internal Ratchet Action You got it, babe, you're doing all right Internal Ratchet Action, oh!
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La Morsa 03:36
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La Verdad 04:43
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(Chase) Buenas dias, pinche pendejo! Y buenos noches, Peter Wilson! Chingas tu madre Y chingas tu padre Chupa las nalgas Si! Es la verdad. Si si! Es la verdad (Nicholas) With a spin of the bottle And a twist of the throttle We slip up in your town In the mignight hour, Your leaders sit in their towers And you watch while we burn them down For as the papers change hands, and cigars are lit We're sharpening our razors They gorge and gloat, and they fail to notice The red dot from our lasers (Sue-Shi) Well, they expected respect And they put in a request For us to produce their food Well, we stroked our chins And we thought it through And this is what we did conclude (Chase) Buenas dias, pinche pendejo! Y buenos noches, Fidel Castro! Chingas tu madre Y chingas tu padre Chupa las nalgas Si! Es la verdad. Si si! Es la verdad Buenas dias, pinche pendejo! Y buenos noches, La Migra! Chingas tu madre Y chingas tu padre Chinga tu amigas y tu hermanas Chupa el perro Y chupa el gato Chupa las nalgas Pinche pendejo Si! Es la verdad. Si si! Es la verdad Es la verdad
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Metropolitain 02:12
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We were just kids just fooling around We were just brats, new brats in town We think we're cool just drinkin' it down We're so hip, so underground We're the new-crowned kings of our aristocracy New-found wings of our hypocrisy Fin du siècle, fin du monde Everybody's dancing all alone We're just stray kids a long way from home We're living in pandemonium We're the new-crowned kings of our aristocracy New-found wings of our hypocrisy Who's gonna save your soul Music takes control Dance the night away Demons still remain She looks alright her moves are bold Her skin is warm the night is cold Drink champagne toast the end of the world Why die young when you're already old?
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Physical Tourette's 02:05
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Gonna put my cigarette out in your face I'm gonna spray you with a can of Mace I got physical Tourette's Everything up in this place Wanna pummel you with a bag of limes Gonna drag you through a pool of turpentine I got physical Tourette's Gonna have a real cool time I got physical Tourette's I got P H Y S I C A L Tourette's I got Physical Tourette's Hey, nothing personal You shoulda known when to scram When my leg shot out like a battering ram I got Physical Tourette's Kind of feel like the Son of Sam With a grand mal nervous twitch My fist is gonna make your dentist rich I got Physical Tourette's Hey, now, ain't that a switch I got physical Tourette's I got P H Y S I C A L Tourette's I got Physical Tourette's Hey, nothing personal
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Sex Power 03:10
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Boys! What have you got? "Sex power!" Girls! What have you got? "Sex power!" Nerds! What have you got? "You're stupid!" Fiends! What have you got? (Unintelligible) Well, it's every hepcat for himself! Be yourself, now, don't be nobody else! Illin' Killin' Sexy Villain Boys! What have you got? "Sex power!" Girls! What have you got? "Sex power!" Nerds! What have you got? "You're stupid!" Fiends! What have you got? (Unintelligible) Well, it's every bad girl for herself! Don't be shy, now, jump on down off the shelf! Hurtin' Flirtin' Iron Curtain! Boys! What have you got? "Sex power!" Girls! What have you got? "Sex power!" Nerds! What have you got? "You're stupid!" Fiends! What have you got? (Unintelligible) Well, nerd-things move with great desire! Get on down, set yourself on fire! Hackin' Smackin' System Crackin' Boys! What have you got? "Sex power!" Girls! What have you got? "Sex power!" Nerds! What have you got? "You're stupid!" Fiends! What have you got? (Unintelligible) Well, fiend around 'til there's nothing left! Cheat your girl and steal the panties of death! Fiendin' Schemin' Screamin' Demon!
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Solar Flare 02:06
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I'm seeing stars; no flag in sight My vision is switching to black-and-white I can't run for cover, 'cause the room is bare My skin's on fire like a solar flare I'm standing in the hotel and I'm toeing the line I'm bleeding all over the place You will get away with this 'cause you are so fine I will never be safe You're doing things that I can't mention It's kind of a drag, but I like the attention I'm mad at you now, but I'll settle the score When I slither back to you for more I close my eyes and pray that this won't be the last time My heart is starting to ache My hands are shaking and my heart could stop on a dime My will is starting to break Cheeky, freaky Hanky, panky Maul me Dolly, mar me Barbie Use me, bruise me Choose me, lose me Like me, strike me Hit me Britney! One more time
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Speed 02:11
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Yo, what is that, up in the sky? The signal appears when the twilight dies Yo, what is that, up in the sky? I try to make it out as the engine cries The song of metal drowns out my heartbeat Listen as I come up on my street My eyes widen as the pistons cry I stare straight ahead as I pass my street by My eyes narrow as the engine bleeds I pass on by and increase my speed I press hard to the metal I begin to feel better I break the fetter Love may die, but speed is forever Fire-minds and speed collide Ride the roaring steel bride Fiends lurk late, cobra-strike-straight Death star set to detonate Tonight's lights are as one Asserts the growling metal nun The binding ties that come undone At this rate, I outpace the sun Ahead are Seiji and Lou Reed I pass them by and increase my speed I press hard to the metal I begin to feel better I break the fetter Love may die, but speed is forever I press hard to the metal I begin to feel better Outpace the pacesetter Milk expires, but speed is forever Mon sang comme treacle Fin du siecle It's now or never Love may die, but speed is forever
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Struggling (After Hours Mix) 03:52
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Now, I'm strugglin' Steady stumblin' I remember My skin's crumbin' We were travellin' Our lives unravellin' We're in the land Of rising sin I try to imagine you; I can't picture you at all I try to catch a glimpse of you as you walk right through my wall I try to contain you; you exist in a different phase I can only see a part of you I'm seein' in shades of grey I'm strugglin' I hear sirens; I hear silence Hearing in tongues; I'm speaking violence Does my color drain or does the white stain spread? I'll be sealed in lead; I'm coughin' I hear a quiet noise like the sound of police creepin' You catch me unaware with my hand in a box of Wheat Thins My pets conceal themselves as the police start to slide I try to protect myself, but my blood can't seem to remain on the inside I'm strugglin' You're post-gorgeous I'm post-dangerous You're post-reason Fads and rages I'm post-living You're post-"Post" Your door's closed Post-Glasnost
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Sweet Tomatoes 02:53
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We were young and hungry and needed some bread Allowance cut off, and in the red So, we set out on foot in search of gainful employ We found a new joint with a catchy sign They said, "Hey, boys, you're going to do just fine. We open next week and we need young strapping boys." So we worked with our eyes upon the gold Not knowing that we had just been sold Sweet Tomatoes! The managers weren't Henry Kissinger Madame Curie? Well, the GM isn't her But we courted collapse, still thinking of that dough But soon, they began misusing us Began abusing our naive trust And we began to think "Hey, man, this kind of blows!" They rode us like one rides a burden mule But soon, our saddles had worn right through Sweet Tomatoes! Don't get us wrong, now, Some of those people really were OK The little blond chick and some of those cats, They never stood in our way But most of them were like a pack of lady Moussolinis No sympathy for schoolkids staying late for extra cleaning No remorse when rinign up to rob us of our summer Cutting hours ruthlessly, without consent, oh bummer! So I took things into my own hands, and before they could say "What the @%$#" I went ahead and I quit that Tomato job, because it sucked!
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Teenage Anthem 03:05
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Telephone Tag 04:55
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(Verse 1) I was too late to pick up the phone I was just at home, reading alone You left a message on my answering machine I danced around like I was in a dream… (Chorus☺) Stop sending me telegrams I don’t want to be your other man Stop sending me telegrams I wanna be your number 1 fan (Verse 2+3) Ohayougozaimasu Excuse me I love you! Kimi o ai shiteru Excuse me I love you! O-Genki desuka? Excuse me I love you! Naze Ittanodesuka? Excuse me I love you! (Chorus x 2) Korewa denwa desu Korewa denwa dewa arimasen Korewa momo desu Korewa momo dewa arimasen Oishii desuka? Oishii desuka? Haiku is sweet but I know what’s better Another day together with you Another date together for two (Chorus x 3)
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Understated/Overrated 03:19
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The End of Empire has a ring of romance As the sun sets in the East Somewhere in Hollywood You wear your years like a fashion faux pas You wanted to be a saint, a martyr But stigmata doesn’t come from razor blades You crucify yourself for attention You wanted to be a virgin, you wanted to be a whore Now you don’t even know who you are anymore And you seem so understated But you are so overrated When you fall for celluloid heroes And you claim to be everyday people I don’t think so How do you take your tea at the end of the century Do you still believe in something that will set you free You masquerade as someone you’re not You want the things that you’ve already got You talk about things like synchronicity Rant about anarchy and manifest destiny Oh, you make a good period piece You are so “factory,” and I don’t mean Andy Warhol And you seem so understated But you are so overrated When you fall for celluloid heroes And you claim to be everyday people I don’t think so

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This album collects the most accessible, the most listenable, and the overall best cuts recorded by Hepnova AKA The Ronald Raygun from 1998 to 2003. All killer, no filler, the styles range from the tabla-peppered dancefloor banger "Bionic Boyband in Bollywood" (from 1998) to the tough funk-rock anthem "Internal Ratchet Action" (from 2001).

Includes tracks from the groundbreaking 1999 album "Tourist You Are The Terrorist" and the unreleased but brilliant followup, 2000's flinty "Dojo of Hardcore," as well as remix and non-album sessions. Classic.

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released January 1, 2009

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HEPNOVA New York, New York

Fearless genre cannibals / Electro-acoustic madness

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