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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Customary Impurity Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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I agree. Moreover, in my own experience, I have dealt with delusions of grandeur involving the idea that I was deified, stripped of my power, and made into a god once more. Since the passing of these specific delusions, I've been left with a deep feeling of solitude. (Je Suis Ame Solitaire hahahaha.) The psychadelics allow me repreive from this. Aside from the hallucinations, most pschadelic drugs have a profound emotional impact. This is what I'm usually after, though granted, I do just want a more intense episode occassionally haha. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Customary Impurity Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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The album is my favorite of the band's, possibly even of all bands'. I am also schizophrenic, and oddly enough, hallucinogens are the only remedy, though they often make things worse in the long run. Still, I'd say my well-being and happiness are more determined by contentment than by health, which is why I still use the psychadelic drugs. Along with the illness, they make me smile. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – We Incompetent Sperm Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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Another schizophrenic episode of Robert Smith's. The woman is telling of Robert's own experience in dealing with his illness. The last verse is a message directly from Smith regarding the condition. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Meat Hole Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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Robert Smith has undifferentiated schizophrenia. This song is a hallucination, followed by a realization of the fact, and finally a return to the schizophrenic episode with some degree of lucidity. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Customary Impurity Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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Robert Smith has been diagnosed with undifferentiated schizophrenia. This is a schizophrenic episode exacerbated by the use of the potent psychadelic PCP. It is not a metaphor, nor is it literal. It is a hallucinatory experience. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Je Suis Âme Solitaire Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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Robert Smith, the vocalist for Heavy Heavy Low Low since Caudle left, is an undifferentiated schizophrenic who self medicates with drugs. This entire album is a concept on his experience. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – We Incompetent Sperm Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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She changed the way I thought of awkward situations when I met the eyes of an arrid woman, mayonnaise hair, soaked in piss. Gumming on the seat before her; she shifts her leg. With breath of cat food and eyes as sad as the punished infant, she leans in my direction. "I've been thinking about how things that always made sense before just kind of stopped altogether when I inherited my terrible condition. Now I can't stop thinking about sun and paper and other things a woman my age shouldn't be thinking about. And it makes my stomach rot." I guess what I'm trying to say is lose yourself as soon as possible, before you can't even tell if its something. And you get stuck; 'cause I'm stuck. And it doesn't feel good, but it doesn't feel bad either, and I can't do anything about it, but just sit here and fall apart. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Meat Hole Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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Is this real? Is this even real? No one above me; I am below me. Gravel and bone. Am I smiling? Have I grasped the situation? I put my hand on my neck in a position where I can feel my pulse on my fingers. A strange sense of sadness passes over me, starting from my head, to my toes. I start to grab at my chest, and I feel everything burst. My skin in hellfire; my body on Earth. Choking on sorrys for the people who made me. |
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| Heavy Heavy Low Low – Customary Impurity Lyrics
| 14 years ago
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I climbed over the tree; I climbed over the fence to a cemetary. I mean our cemetary. High on PCP. Knuckle deep in what little left there is of me. Tears stream down my face, and I whimper on your grave; straddling your grave. The chill penetrates but stimulates and fills me. A train rolls passed and shakes the corpses in their caskets, drowning out my hoarse and hungry howl. Cum while I cut myself, and then I fall asleep. Visions of your sunken eyes and puple lips between my swollen thighs eating at the better part of me. |
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