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Immortal garbage

by Helseth Bent

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Posters are my friends movies the only movement I miss you, missed seasons alone at home again,...
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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!
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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*
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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?
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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.
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Coffee lady 02:25
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
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Mr. Nice Guy 02:31
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...
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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
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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.
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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.
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Worm rock 02:32
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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
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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.
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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...
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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?!
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released December 25, 2010

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

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

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