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DEATHFUL

by GAY DEATH

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1.
DEAD DISCO 02:00
DEAD DISCO! DEAD DISCO! DEAD FUCKING DISCO! MANIPULATION! EMACIATION! MANIPULATION! COPROPHAGIA!
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GAY DEATH 05:52
GAY! DEATH!
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How about some common decency? Talk about some fucking compassion? Just take a look at the facts Let me paint you a perfect fucking picture You must have known since you birthed the little faggot You carried him for 9 months And then some And After all he did come from you A mother ought to fucking know Endless projectile vomiting Encopresis stains All those blank stares Guttural cries and cold saliva You knew it all from the fucking start Didn’t you? You must’ve felt it as he slid out of you Aspirating amniotic blood Disjointed and unhinged Or did you just drop him on his fucking face During one of the last episodes? Another late night with your mouth wrapped around the old crow’s neck Or at least that’s what you’ll say At least that’s what you’ll call it For all the pointless house calls, The hallway tantrums, Rooms that reek old piss and dried shit The useless efforts to whip a boy into shape The useless efforts to whip that boy into shape So what’s it all really mean to you now? Training up my child in the way he should go Go, go back to your spot Now move, Get over here, closer, closer, Don’t make me come over there Sit up straight, stop all that smiling, Straighten up come on now Don’t you balk at me Didn’t they teach you? Chin up, shoulders back, Stop all that slouching You truly are your mothers child aren’t you Stop all that smiling, Shut off that game, Or I’ll take it away from you, Those things have a way Of making little boys funny It’s just like they always said Steers and queers am I right? You miserable creature Pathetic stinking waste Malicious compliance and urine-soaked Levis! You were such an incorrigible little fucking (unintelligible)
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(Dad persona) Rhinestone coke-nosed Methadone twinks Pierced septums Severed frenulums And Amyl nitrate sores Infected with pus Cigarette burns in the bedsheets Pabst blue ribbon sissy hypnosis And chastity cage white claw cucks American spirits and a microKORG Coated in Coagulated cat piss Pussy whipped by Skinny Jean junkies with Methamphetamine ass cheeks And a consciousness like the smell of raw ether Head empty No thoughts Vacancy no fucking vacancy (Mom persona) Introducing another freezing thermometer Hot Blood rushing to the fucking skull Gobs And gobs of petroleum jelly You might sense a light Pressure This is completely normal If it aches just relax Come on now Pretty soon it’ll all be over I thought you men enjoyed pain? At least That’s what I was told Look directly at me I can make the weakness Leave your body I can make you more than what you were before And I’ll leave you with something better And I will make you fucking love me for it
5.
Always be aware of your exits, Stay keen to your surroundings, Never go anywhere alone, Especially not at night, Diffused with toxic fumes, WHO LEFT THE FUCKING STOVE ON!? ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL SOMEBODY!? Blame! I teach you how to place blame, Now all you do is revel in the shame, I place blame for you, Someone's tears places blame, And you too will do the fucking same! As of right now. . . Dissociate so profound As of right now. . . Breathing your non-existence Where to find it now!? As if it will expunge the guilt, as if it will change a fucking thing, as if one day you will dissociate so profoundly that you'll come back a more likable person, Think of why you're here in the first place, Bucket of worms, Useless bait, WHO LEFT THE FUCKING STOVE ON!? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL SOMEBODY!?
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IMPULSE 02:24
HAVE YOU NO SELF-CONTROL? CONTORTED WRISTS TWIST AND BREAK KNEES BUCKLE JERK AND SNAP SNAP SNAP BACK BACK BACK TO YOUR IMPULSES HOMOPHOBIC IMPULSES JUST PUT YOURSELF IN MY POSITION DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO POSE THE FUCKING QUESTION? WATCH ME NOW, WATCH ME I’LL STRIP IT ABSOLUTELY BARE FOR YOU YOU DON’T ACTUALLY TRUST HIM DO YOU? ALONE WITH YOUR HUSBANDS? WHAT ABOUT YOUR BROTHERS? OR YOUR OWN PRECIOUS LITTLE BOYS? COME ON NOW, LOOK HERE, SEE THE FUCKING TRUTH OF IT IF YOUR MIND CONJURES SHRIVELED HANDS MOVING CARESSINGLY TOWARDS IMMACULATE BOY FLESH COATED IN MOTOR OIL AND DIPPED FOR FLEAS AND TICKS LOOK HERE, WATCH ME NOW DOES THE THOUGHT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND? LIKE THE MARIANA TRENCHES DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT’S LIVING DOWN THERE? IS IT ANOTHER SIGN THAT YOU’RE LOSING YOUR FUCKING GRIP? IS THIS YOU? LINGERING BEHIND EVERY DARK CORNER? WEAKLY COWERING BENEATH THE SULLEN FACES UNDER GLASS THE VERY ONES YOU HATED THE MOST IS THIS YOU? PREPARING ANOTHER PISS-POOR MEAL FANTASIZING OF UNLIKELY ACCIDENTS AND REHEARSING YOUR RESPONSES WHY DON’T YOU JUST MAKE A FUCKING CHOICE YOU ALWAYS SAID IT WAS BACK THEN WITH YOUR FEELINGS TIED TO A POST MADE TO PULL ITSELF TIGHTER AND TIGHTER YOUR WRIST JERKS KNEES TWIST AND SNAP IT JERKS IT FUCKING JERKS IT FEEL IT JERKS TO YOUR JERKS IT JERKS TO YOUR IMPULSES HOMOPHOBIC IMPULSES
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The debut mixtape from Austin, TX gay noise legend Jeffy Hardman brings you 7 unforgettable PE future classics that are sure to stick with you. With his distinct disdainful vocals dripping with disgust, relaying his experiences, traumas, delusions, and abstractions as a 30 year old gay man who has reached "Gay Death".

"[...]. Gay Death is amazing. One of the things that always stops me from getting into Whitehouse is that Whitehouse is funny, but Whitehouse doesn’t know what parts of it are funny. It has spawned generation after generation of extreme music fans that don’t laugh when they hear the name Con-Dom. Con-Dom is funny, and Whitehouse doesn’t really seem to get that. Gay Death does. Gay Death is every great element of Whitehouse presented by someone who knows what’s funny about it. Gets that it is a joke. Gets that the fashion is half the vibe sometimes. Gets that the lyrics are dumb beyond dumb. And does it all while fucking shredding. Yet another entry in the Austin, TX Funny Noise Hall of Fame. I really don’t even tolerate someone trying to tell me BRR wasn’t hilarious and amazing. It was. It was a high-water mark of quality in the genre while making a mockery of it. The only people who disagree are allergic to fun. Gay Death brings the same quality of material and wit to a vintage PE sound that BRR brought to pedal smashing harsh noise. I’m sure I’ll end up picking some folded arms tough guy horseshit for album of the year but right now this is my favorite PE album of 2021." Eric Trude 2021 mutepresence.com/unholy-orphan-fights-the-nod/

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released January 15, 2021

All recordings by G. Hardman recorded at 2804 Studios in Austin, TX.
Synthesizers used: Behringer Wasp Deluxe, Doepfer A-100
Album artwork by Trinity S. M.

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