Knowledgeable Ignorance

by Faceless Hulk

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Produced by Faceless Hulk and Exit Music
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Exit Music Studios
Dec. '06 - Feb. '07

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released December 12, 2007

All music by Faceless Hulk
All lyrics @ artwork by Ted Lee
Layout by Steve Hoier (hoier.s@gmail.com)

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Track Name: Sober Pony...
Destroyed by your own sense of apathy
My appetite is that of ten men
Decaying in your own sense of self worth
I spit upon those books and call it great work

If you ask me noses don't belong in business
What were they doing there anyway?
Too busy breathing to smell the bread on which they are choking

A sober pony pulls the wagon
I keep falling off and I laugh to myself a little bit
This band wagon is led by a dead horse and all of you are anxious for your chances to jump on

This fervent gloryhole is my life

If you ask me noses don't belong in business
What were they doing there anyway?
Too busy breathing to smell the bread on which they are choking

I hope you choke

Spread out now!

Thoughts like a thistle
I’m king of the castle
Thoughts like a thistle
I’m chewing on the gristle
Track Name: You'd Have To Be A Cow To Stomach My Load
Brand new sneeze guards
Get as sick as you want when you dine here

Won’t you wash your hands?
Come and join me?
Would you fancy a glass of ipecac and vermouth?

Sour stomachs make the best palette cleansers
Sour stomach stew

Fresh produce and puke shooters one ounce or one and one half
Wretch and fuck! Wheel and —whoa!
We’ll slug and slosh with chins dripping

What can you do with stew in a shoe?
I’d put on my boots and get laced

I’ll light a candle placed atop a dilapidated mantle

Fresh produce and puke shooters one ounce or one and one half
Wretched fuck! Wheel and —whoa!
We’ll slug and slosh with chins dripping

What can you do when you wear no shoes?
You put on some boots and get laced

I’ll light a candle placed atop a dilapidated mantle

Join me
Eat me
Be me

With my hotdog and your buns we’ll consume each other’s by-products
I’ve tasted your tears and sweat and they both could use a pinch of salt
I have sampled your spit and it could use a touch of stock
With my hotdog and your buns we’ll consume each other’s by-products
I’ve tasted your tears and swallowed
Now let the feast commence

Passing out pamphlets promoting my passion
we’ll hump thumper-style ‘til we’re both in traction
If not I will hunt other rabbits that seek action
Prey on them in a cartoon like fashion

Farting is such sweet sorrow
We’ll be parting ways tomorrow

We’ll say grace with full mouths then regurgitate this bounty
Buffets of insurmountable excess
Be thankful for you don’t ingest
Track Name: Preemptive Reflection
Not a bad start when you consider what’s in the middle
Reach an end by any means
In the long run I come up short
I understand it
I accept it
I rarely try to deflect it

A clan’s destiny must remain clandestine
Tainted wrists slit to respect the bloodline

All I can know is that I know some things
All this condensation condescends me
Points of view collide on the regular
Should beliefs be met they are deemed non sequitur
Punctuation and capitol placements
Structurally sound for a higher purpose
If I were you I wouldn’t lose any sleep
Add another pail of viscera to the heap

Be surly with your funny bone
It laughs at you when your not looking
And you are never looking

Shovel heads will meet soil
We will all rejoice knowing that there is something beneath us all
Anything that is above us can be buried
I am at a loss with all that I have gained
Standing at the sink I wash my thoughts away
My sense of disgust has found new life

Cacophonous caterwauls are like lullabies
Spirituality only placates uncertainty
Always in the wrong
Sing the same old song
If we’re going in circles how can you be standing on the corner?
Track Name: With The Quickness
The absurdity always gets to me
Transmit then compile
It’s a running feed of constant jibber-bleat
Transmit then compile
The abyss unfolds with every buzz word
Throw it in the used bin
For the first time in my life I feel that I can last

(Get out of my way)

This is a must since the average are musty
One can only dust so many shelves
The masses tend to be more than dumb
And that is why they go to them
Hastily return to the rubble as it burns
I’ll take two turns
For the first time in my life I feel that I can last

With the quickness...GO!!!

Join me for one last dance at my grave so that I may get the picture
Take me to my grave and bury me with a solid podium
Keep on clicking and improv off the bigtop
I’ll drink for Danny and tilt back the whole mug

Show me a sober pony and I’ll show you a dead horse

I try to snatch what’s mine

With the quickness...GO!!!
Track Name: If Clothes Make The Man Do Nudist Actually Exist
A long time coming
I’ve covered faces with paper
Strings of discord poured sloppily over 2+3 boards

“Convictions cause convicts”
It’s all bollocks and I don’t believe what I read
Predictions of predicaments
Conflicting

Honey, would you please put down some newspaper?
The manimals are coming to dine and it should prove to be a mess

For the sake of Eris (four)
What the fuck is God doing living in a dog? (fuck is god)

Irritate, irrigate Thank you teacher
Look at me not like me But no one is there
Pentagod thank dog Go get your shots

As above
So below
Hotdog
No bun
Thank you ma’am

I’m retroactive
Learning in tandem
Perplexed as to why - Jump to juxtapose
Stream of consciousness
Damned by beavers
But damn it I have the teeth - I’m the one that bleats
I put I in print
Do you believe that?
I didn’t do it man - Five tons of flax!
I’m retroactive
Learning in tandem
I stole the fish’s bike - My dog is a super star
My dog is a super star

Subjugate

Bottled up jibber-bleat on and off
On again
Off of my knees
On my feet
Grunt and groan
Grab me more
Negative Stress
Abhor
Bite and bark
Then abort

Subjugate

Eat it
Swallow

Conspiracy is the spice of life
The more you eat the hungrier you get

Subjugate

Show your scars because I’ve got mine
With rewired circuits I lurk between the lines
Five points on my chest
Know this right now
I will never rest
From scene to scene it’s all obscene
Oh the things my third eye has seen
Blinded by sweat (breath threats)
An order of impulse and a side of caught wreck
Track Name: Dot Calm
These sideways eyes look forward to hindsight
These cliches will be the death of me
Sulking eyes will keep watchful

So loose yet seeking solace in anxiety
Dichotomies will fuel winds that will leave my mind blown
Despite outed insight

With much force I move forth
Spoils aplenty

Arbitrary

Ensnared is one becomes aware of possibilities
And as endless as they are
There is only one tail and it will be bitten

Speak not with dry tongue
Instead fork it yourself
Taint then repeat

A pint of pig’s blood should surely get the needed venoms flowing

I am the ruiner
Revealed to you in my purest form
My best friend is a rag that is dipped in chloroform
Before the storm it is calm for all of you that hear a siren’s song when the sirens sound

Accused
Abused
Displaced
Disgrace
Poignant
Astute
Holding
Stand Fast
Severance
So loose
Asinine
Track Name: Solid Fire
Burn

Every movement is a testament to savage perfection
And may it only be spoken of once our roots have grown deep

Molten finger tips touch you in a manner most foul

Our intent will be misconstrued through the ages
But our purpose will never succumb to abandon

Now take this here messiah
They claimed that he walked on water
May your village perish as your entire family burns

The earth’s resin is our reward
May unfathomable depths be met with the ritual of consumption
These ways will passed on to undeserving blood
Feeble human minds not capable of receiving the purest of transmissions
Savage forethought

Executed with precision

Burn

These ways will be passed on to undeserving blood
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Factions will quarrel amongst themselves
Track Name: Thread Bare
If you ask me and you shouldn’t anyway
Any day it could fall to the way side
God sized hate
Let’s defenestrate the magistrate
Magnetic rhetoric
I’m ahead of hit
A Steady hand
Stand fast
Always at the ready
Threadbare because I’ve torn out all of my hair

Plagued by a moment of clarity
Nothing is dull
When I die I’ll leave a nice skull
Tighten the rope on another bitter misanthrope
Nothing is dull
When I die I’ll leave a nice skull

Flashing a “V” with hidden
two! three! five!
Mine
Woman and man
A secret known to noone
Believed in by all

Always waiting
Always ready
Always fitting to be tied
Track Name: 100 Lb Hand
Take of me these things
I need them not
I’ve stumbled on the path on which I should have walked
Five flames will be snuffed as I suffocate
A cycle that repeats itself oddly enough

Take five deep breaths and them give them back
The answers to questions that ought be asked
The things I don’t need will be taking me
A cycle that repeats itself oddly enough

“What a guy” said the barfly
“Fuck that punk” said the drunk
“Forget that loser” said the boozer
“Oh what a thinker” said th drinker

I will not partake in snubful consumption
My thoughts I will tear so that I can function
Chunks fall to the side
Ignored mostly

Undermined over mouth

Bang vomit into my veins for stability
Wanting it
Craving it
Trying to saturate
My blood has boiled and evaporated
Some dust remains
Trying to saturate

I’m pretty sure that I once had some heroes
But as of late they have all met their fate
When you envelope Iron in velvet
There had better be something worth holding on to

Bang vomit into my veins for stability

Take part in this blessed sacrilege
The box contains a revoked privilege
Reiterate just to repeat myself
The serpent consumes its tail like clockwork


Gone are the schemas of the dimly lit
I now stand fast
Proud and confident
Before a salivating mass of bastards
All-encompassing disgust
I taste it tonight

I long to be the man who’d shoot himself in the foot
Simply to make a point and have it not be dull
I am so far in the void that I am returning at all times
One step behind finding nothing
Nullified

With a hundred pound hand I am swinging at the fence
In a boundless yard in need of maintenance
Track Name: Assignment #6
Good and bad are a strong arm or two
Too bad the body has had it
Only God will damn it when we really need the damage
Degrees cause measurement and the pleasure went out the window
One should rush into things as quickly as possible
It saves on waiting for those really awkward pauses

If the tables are round in shape
Their occupants will still be squares
May your most pristine ideals torrentially be washed away
My mark has been made on nothing but unworthy brains and it’ killing me now
Day to night and then —DAY!
Sunspots are all I can feign
My mark has been made on nothing but unworthy brains and it’s killing me now

It is not too late
But by the time you hear this
It will be too late for you to turn your back on the path that you have followed to this point
If I still have your attention
Please notice the huge gap between mind and mouth

Smoke is pouring out of my ears
I’d rather it be in my lungs
When I asked for a light
This is not what I meant