Immortal garbage

by Helseth Bent

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What didja expect?! I made it at home wit me 4-track! Praise Jesis!

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released 25 December 2010

Hellseth Bent- Vocals, injuries, 'guitar', pathetic drumming, coughing

My former employer-guest vocals on 'Freed from overlord'

Consumer society-concept design

Marijuana-inspiration

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Track Name: Alone at home
Posters are my friends
movies the only movement
I miss you, missed seasons
alone at home again,...
Track Name: Shuttle drivin' man
On a highway where the jets scream down.
You need a ride, baby? Just park your car and get on out.
This bus is circling from dawn 'til dusk...

Mister, mister, please can I take yer stuff
and load it on board my passenger bus.
Six spinning wheels and room for twelve.
14 thousand pounds of steel form HELL.
I'll race, but I hope that you brought your neck brace...

Frustration's getting harder to hide.
Driving circles and keeping stress inside.
Outa gas with a camera pointed at your face...

Rushed a yellow light and I didn't quite make it.
Passengers screaming out exclamations.
Got back to the base to find that I was fired.
What a way for shuttle drivin' man to retire.

I'll say that I don't miss the twelve hour days.
If you ride, buckle up and give that poor bastard a buck!
Track Name: Maquiladora, Seniora
Start my day with a puch to the clock.
In a place with lights that never go off.
Don my respirator, tie my boots.
Place my faith in a protective suit.

Workin' at the factory. Just goin on with the drudgery.
Workin' at the factory. Just might be what's killin' me.

If I'm lucky when I start my shift
I'll be assigned to somethin' where I don't have to lift.
Like standing under a giant drill press
that'd take your arm off if you tried to rest.
Smoke in my eyes and dust in the air.
I'm pickin' that grinder-grit outta my hair.
Where every other person is an amputee
and we're all stuck workin in this factory.

Workin' at the factory. Just goin on with the drudgery.
Workin' at the factory. Just might be what's killin' me.
Slavin' at the factory. Just goin on with the drudgery.
Workin' at the factory. Just might be what's killin' me.

Momma sat me down and she told me, son,
never mess around with a soldering gun.
Wish I woulda listened to her way back then,
My lungs wouldn't be full o' that tin.
Flyin' bail o' pipe knocked my buddy down dead.
He was wearin' safety glasses when it hit him in the head.
Those glasses helped to preserve what he could see
right up to his death in the factory.

*Dufuses babbling*
Track Name: Freed from overlord
To beat the over lord you gotta seek the strength of your true friends.
Overlord...speaking through the lips of a pig head.
'KAY?
Don't call me chicken shit.
Work hard, but I'm chicken shit.
That's right, I'm chicken shit.

Have a whiskey, and have a go at the help.
Fight with the woman, and bring the fight to myself,
and I'd like to thank you for hookin' me up
with all your extra problems 'cause I didn't have enough, Fucker! FOK!
OvEr lord OvEr lord! OvEr lord OvEr lord!
Can't take the pressure? Then take it out on the team.
Take comfort in your old friend, Jimmy Beam.
Blood boils 'cause you're standing too close.
I can see the broken blood vessels in your nose!
'KAY? OK!!!
That's right, I'm chicken shit.
You say I'm chicken shit.

You're freed from overlord, and why explain? You're talking in a deaf ear.
Overlord...now he's alone as he drinks beer.
M'kay!
Track Name: Tight pants trend
I was walkin' down the street
scavenging for something to eat.
Saw a chick with a real fine ass
but I was fooled by some real tight pants!

I thought you were a hot lesbian,
but you're a trendy metro-sexual man.
Something tells me that ain't good fer yer nads;
posing in yer real tight pants.

I tried to make a getaway.
I walked the length of Broadway.
All around me like a swarm of ants
smiling people in their real tight pants!

If you dropped yer cash and it fell to the ground
you'd just have to leave it 'cause you can't bend down.
How do they toilet? How do they dance?
Strapped into their real tight pants!

They're calling you to join them!
They want to make ya wear a pair!
Out in the cold of the winter's scorn
looks like they're smuggling acorns!
Track Name: You bite like a horse
Movin' on-
After the thrill is gone we're parting ways
Years to long-
You've left the heater on and fanned the flames

You're crazy-
You're crazy and you bite like a horse
You fanned the flames that burned me out

On n' on-
You kept a-talkin' 'bout yer painful pangs
Jaw and jaw-
From in your mouth you showed yer pearly fangs

You're crazy-
You're crazy and you bite like a horse

So take a listen, here is my position;
I want a lover's divorce
and in addition, I wish you'd quit usin'
the dark side of the force
My thoughts polluted, my instincts conveluded
and now I know the source
your use of black magic, to turn the good to tragic
You're crazy and you bite like a horse!

To spell it out;
I'm movin' on!
Track Name: Goddam rabbit!
What can be said in defense of these actions?
The silly things we do in deriving satisfaction.
What can be said for the lone trick-or-treater?
Out wifouwt de pawents, Peter pumpkin eater?

Gimme that bag kid!...
I want ALL your candy corn!

That was what I said when I met him on the street.
Put your hands up in the air! Trick-or-fuckin'-treat!

Gimme that bag kid!...
I want mounds and almond joys!
...and yo reeses!...and your nerds!...
just gimme ALL your candy corn!

Silly rabbit!

When he dropped the bag, and I reached down to grab it, he sprayed me with some mace. What a naughty rabbit!
He kneed me in the nuts, he puched me in the nose.
Whilst I lay on the ground, he leaned in very close,
and he said

Tricks are for kids. You can have this candy corn!

Then he dug through...my jeans...
and he took ALL my friggin' dough!

Goddam rabbit!
Silly rabbit!
Track Name: One nation, extra cheese
May we take your order?
Would you like a side of ranch?
For here or for to-go, sir?
One nation, extra cheese....

Violence! We'll get our way!
We'll serve you up a heap if you fuck with the USA
We'll roll our ships in, shoot missles at your ass
and when they leave they'll be topped off with your gas
you see the problem really is, the human race is young
ready to kick ass 'cause we're outta bubble gum
children like to play games, and humans play for keeps
and hoardings of immoral gains and petty luxuries
but they're lost...

Yooouuuuuuuuu lost!
Don't get so goddam sore just 'cause ya lost.
Dont' be a big ol' baby, because ya lost.
Don't get so god damned sore just 'cause
Don't be a baby, baby, because ya lost.

So you seee....even the bestest country....can set unprecidented lows...
When industry,....religious bigotry, and greed have got their hands at the controls.
In a land where everything that's priced will end in nine
and everythings so hurried, cause we've got so little time.
All our young will have to learn to suckle the McTeet
What's in their future?
One nation extra cheese!!!

Don't get so goddam sore just 'cause ya lost.
Dont' be a big ol' baby, because ya lost.
Don't get so god damned sore just 'cause
Don't be a baby, baby, because ya lost.

Where's it all going?...And where...have you been?
Track Name: Kick their ass! Take their gas!
So many wheels in motion.
So many beasts to feed in the urban open.
We gotta give 'em what theiy need.
This public zoo is a private industry.

Give us what their fiending for!

Remaining numbly in the unawares as we're gassin' up our rigs.
We're helping dopers to enable a fix and supporting terrorists.
We're moving forward going just as fast as machines will let us go.
But they're demanding so mutch more than they ask and we have to not-say-no.

We got so mutch power.
Untinterrupted circuit from the outlet.
To meet the need for showers.
We're burning coal just to flush our fuckin' toilets!
And if the planets warming
it just makes better weather in purgatory.
If I could name this story.
ID CALL IT 'DRUG DEAL OF THE CENTURY'

Give us what their fiending for!

Remaining numbly in the unawares as we're gassin' up our rigs.
We're helping dopers to enable a fix and supporting terrorists.
We're moving forward going just as fast as machines will let us go.
But they're demanding so mutch more than they ask and we have to not-say-no.
Track Name: Coffee lady
seniorita, i go outa my way to meet ya
you been workin as a barista
pourin them drinks for the latte people
i'll be the devil that's in the details

seniorita, dispell the chill from my hardened fingers
seniorita, make mine fer here cause
it's cold outside, I got nowhere to go, the power's shut off in my darkened home
partake in the advantage that is granted by the bean, wanna chat you up while I'm full of caffeine
other patrons just get my goat, they come in and they cut in to our time alone
I wanna be the one to make your cold milk steam,
I wanna be the source where you get your cream

hair is black and your skin so brown, underneath an apron that's smudged with grounds
wanna get your number and ring your bell
wanna get to know you but I hate myself

and I'm afraid,
my cup's run dry
which means its time
to say good bye
Track Name: Mr. Nice Guy
What's the problem with that guy?
He irritates me when he smiles.
Mr. nice guy, why are you so friggin' kind?
His mom must've dropped him on his head
from the right side of the bed.
Mr. nice guy, why are you so friggin' kind?

I'll tell ya why I'll be the the nice guy,
if I stopped smilin' I would take your little life.

Look at him with all your hate.
He loves to see your ugly face.
Life has shat on him enough.
He can't see you acting tough.
Say you've had a crummy day?
He's spent most his years that way.
In fifty years yer in yer grave
with no one to recall your stupid day.
Mr nice guy,...nice guy,...why are you so friggin' kind?


'Tell ya why I'm actin' so kind.
Although your stupid, I want you to feel allright.
Cry and whine. Never had a turd to shine.
I can't feel it, I want you to feel alright.
D.U.I., BMW 540i
Though I hate you, I maintain a frozen fire.

(Drunk as shit) Ever the victim and never the wrong one.
Since childhood you've just been a child.
MY...my...child...
Track Name: My UFO experience
I remember when I was young; I went camping with some friends.
Out in the desert where the nearest firewood was way up on top of a ridge.
Had to catch our breath, we sat down to rest, on the dirty ground
Looking to the east, from the highest peak, staring at the town
Friend was lookin west, gave a sudden gasp, started crying out
What the hell is that?, turn from where you're at!, we stood and looked around

At first I saw only stars,...it took a moment.
then they caught my eye,...a sudden movement.
color changing lights,...and they're dividing
something in the sky,....and we were watching,....
......
something in the sky,...I still remember
the fiery spinning lights,... we saw together.

I'm not confirming and I'm not denying the existence of aliens.
All I know is that I still can't give you a good explanation.

Turning in the sky, many colored lights, hovered in the night.
If I were alone, and if I were stoned, I'd probably deny it.
Three of us saw, as we did talk, it was described.
As hovering lights, brilliant and bright, manuvering the sky.

Something in the sky,...I still remember
The fiery spinning lights,...we saw together
Track Name: The rats are not my pals
I know yer thinkin' o' leavin' a tip
but I'll bet you won't
I heard you talkin' of takin' a trip
but I'll bet you won't
The rats are fleein' a stinkin' ship
but I'll bet you won't
I been mappin a bottomless pit
but I'll bet you won't
I'm bound to be castrated by a paper cutting blade

The rats move through the walls
they're stirring as the darkness falls
they've come to chew up all my things
I understand it's 'cause their teeth are growing ceaselessly.

You call me up to have a good time
but you know I won't
Leave the basement? You outta yer mind?
you know I won't
You go to clubs, shake it and dance
but you know I won't
You're getting laid and finding true romance
but you know I won't

The rats move through the walls
they're stirring as the darkness falls
they've come to chew up all my things
I understand it's 'cause their teeth are growing ceaselessly.
Track Name: Sex with mother nature
Deep in the pores of the heart of the wildland
festers a virus wich will lead to our extinction.
Were clearin' land of plants to plant a big ol' batch of that palm oil.
Saws rippin' and dozers thrash. Gonna rape some cash from that topsoil.

Knock 'er down, then we'll drag 'er out,
she'll just grow back again.
Knock 'er down, eat your mother out and
make lotion out of it.
Fucking mother nature...

When we stickk our peepees in...
Money's flowing out like jizz.

No more barrel o' monkeys. Say goodbye to the crocidile mile.
Peace out to the hungry hippos. Make room for destiny's child!
We're selling smack to junkies as our palms continue to grow.
Makin' lotion from the ancient land. Gonna blow the mother load!

Knock 'er down, then we'll drag 'er out,
she'll just grow back again.
Knock 'er down, eat your mother out and
make lotion out of it.
Fucking mother nature...

When we stickk our peepees in...
Money's flowing out like jizz.
Track Name: Jenny Crank diet
there's no reason to diet
there's no reason at all
there's no reason to exercise
just give Jenny Crank a call
she'll save you moeny on your groceries

you can feel good and shed some pounds
you can be a horse in a one whore town
and after beating them off,
search their carpet for the little white fluffs
of speed starring you, not Sandra Buttock
heart is like an uzi pumping blood instead of bullets
you benn staying up late with Jenny!

there's no reason to diet
look so good at your funeral,
some one should give Mister Yuck a call

Jenny Crank
she's the rash that stings like a bee
dependent on the dust moreso than my teeth

smoke alarm bleeping, the TV blairs
closed caption killings for the hearing impared
and when the power's shut off,
run extension cords to the neighbors above
13 people in one apartment
all hiding from the health department
this social disease might explain the scores of hyperactive fleas
when darkness falls, and day becomes night
we'll go outside and cut the grass with a steak knife
when Jenny calls, we'll rip the copper wire right out of the walls!
Imaginary people. Dillusions of celeberaties who are forming a plot to photograph our faces with their camera cars!
Just call Jenny Crank, the last one you'll ever thank.
Hlalf the weight you've lost is from within your brain
Track Name: Addictive personalities
Quitting's easy, I've quit lots of times.
It's stayin' quit that seems so hard to abide.
Through circumstances life can lend the excuse
and lend a hand in the return to abuse.

You can judge me as a stick of flesh and bone,
know me at a glance, cast me all your stones.

I need reliefe from all the thinking I do.
My brain runs circles in an endless loop.
When nothing seems to get me high anymore
I'll join my captor to escape feeling bored.

You can know me as worthless flesh and bone,
judge me at a glance, cast me all your stones.
But there's lots of us wearing chains.
The slaves to the opiate in our own way.
We can't deal with life so we dance with death.
Worthless flesh and bone.
Cast us all your stones.

Our common thread is that we live outside
of the neighborhood of everyday life.
We might have tried to move to that part of town,
but we're too different so they threw us out.

Worthless flesh and bone.
Cast us all your stones.
But there's lots of us wearing chains.
The slaves to the opiate in our own way.
We can't deal with life so we dance with death.
Worthless flesh and bone.
Cast us all your stones.
Track Name: Supercrappienated
The winter skies are colored neon grey.
The clustered clouds are makin' sheets of rain.
We need our coffee...to be

The golden shot
I could quit, but I don't wanna...

I wake disabled on a regular basis
I am unable to exceed the paces
past my coffee...I need...
I take some grounds and stuff 'em up in my lip
I drink so mutch that when I take a shit
it comes out coffee...eeeee...

The golden shot
I could quit, but I don't wanna...
Three dollar bills served piping hot
If you weren't here I'd get a headache...I need you...

*Wheeze**Wheeze**Wheeze**Wheeze*

The golden shot
I could quit, but I don't wanna...
Dollar bills served piping hot
If you weren't here I'd get a headache...oh me...
Track Name: Immortal garbage
For years and years I played in a band,
but we hardly recorded a single thing.
Kipper was rippin', and A-bomb rocked.
Back behind the drums was B.R. tearin' it up.

After nearly a decade, that came to an end.
Now all four of us are THREE FOUND DEAD (r.i.p.)
Still I yearned for recordings. I grabbed my 4-track
and started making my Immortal garbage....

While the world outside is burning away
I'm hiding in a basement every day.
With a tape recorder and a bag of weed
hopin' that some one will listen to me.

I feel so lonely, wont you send me an email?
Thats dearhellbent@gmail.com
I'll have 99 songs over 9 shitty albums
when I'm through makin' my Immortal garbage...

Download somethin', will ya?!