Unpleasantries Abundant, by Bukowski Family

Unpleasantries Abundant

by Bukowski Family

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1.	Chair Of Repentance 03:48	lyrics	buy track
Implore, like you knew any of us Weep at the ruin of all that was you Delusions of befriending the beast Led you straight into the grimy fucker's lair Hell Since you hauled your skanky ass in here place your palms on your knees and here you will stay We'll crucify you with railroad spikes but the wood replaced with flesh and bone Will you repent Will you repent the sins we make Will you repent The wrong turn that brought you here Still find strength to release yourself But look at the cost, you stumbled upon the floor See what lies beneath your skin I piss your wounds afresh, sweaty lump of meat Look what you made me do Happy now? Let me make you smile some more Will you repent Will you repent the sins we make Will you repent The wrong turn that brought you here Cuntsweat I swear you regret the dawn you were born I puke within your grin Tear out your throat and stuff it with some fuck You will repent You will repent the sins we make You will repent The last turn that brought you here
2.	Carne Humana 02:36	lyrics	buy track
CARNE HUMANA Ephemeral, the murals of flesh Watching, in horrendous awe A skull-light living encased within The very walls it elucidates A suited abode for those we enthrall Nourished by their own weakened meat Ah, the splendor of carne humana Shall we begin? We tear your dreams from within you into our extremes A reality undesirable to those with normal aspirations Why should we spare you if you are willing to torment yourself Breaking flesh is trivial but breaking one’s self… Now that is the ultimate absence of pleasure Torn flesh, the essence of man Deflowered, carved upon a wooden pedestal Sheer force of bestial hunger We embrace, we devour You never should have come here Even the concoctions of the sickest minds don't apply here We surpass all that has gone before carne humana, we embrace suffering
3.	Fountain Of Woe 05:33	lyrics	buy track
FOUNTAIN OF WOE As the ruthless sun pushes away the morning mist The Herd gathers to the fountain their aching bodies, stiff from the dusty ground the wretches are forced to lay upon warming each other, the nights are cold summer turns to fall Godless, who knows for how long they have been here Today, a swollen body in the fountain the water dirty now but a dire need to drink Iszik itt, we say the body is dragged away, placed on a hay pole Another day goes by, the fallen watching The Herd haunting the pastures Others tried to dig their way out under the razor wire fence they dig deep with broken fingers until their hands ultimately fail but the fence is in too deep in the hard ground all attempts prove futile Sun comes up later and later the days turn in to gray, the air is getting colder summer is dying, you can smell it in the air fountain is dried out, desperate tries to lick the dew from the watchers of the field a horrid taste of infected boils they cannot speak anymore, clamor replaces speech One by one they slump to the ground limbs failing from athropy weak from starvation grotesque human experiment waiting for salvation, craving for relief but they wanted to be thinner they desired anorexia they felt sick in their healthy bodies in their wealthy lives Is this the happiness you seek? A withered corpse on a pole Happiness we bestow gladly And you will never be alone …again A sea of poles, as far as eye can see You, dear, are just a drop in that ocean As the ruthless sun pushes away the morning mist The Herd gathers to the fountain
4.	The Perversion Of The Grim Tanner 03:33	lyrics	buy track
THE PERVERSION OF THE GRIM TANNER Near the tree line is a beaten steel barrel with a naked man inside Uncle picks up the crank He's deaf to supplication hand with a dislocated finger starts to reel the bucket of pain underneath it, a hung(a)ry fire waits for the drops of fat Bullet holes grind the skin and flesh as Uncle hastens the suffering vomit merges with shit tears dry in his eyes Uncle lifts the blistering bastard out in the sun in the cooling shade of blossoming apple trees bleeding skin burning He kneels down a hardened hand strokes the charred hair like a loving father cradles his own Uncle washes the skin with a gasoline flow a thick leather suit made from others tight and wet just like a womb claustrophobic horror makes breathing hard impossible to move, faded rope ties the body down The Cathrine Wheel swaggers as his journey to suffocation begins Little by little lungs run out bör öltöny (bö’ör öltöini) tightens up keeping the moisture inside Hour after hour the wheel spins the skin is turning sluggish it peels and sticks on old lining of the human sack Like ragged ol' overcoat the joints are giving up can't move but you know from the seething of your hands that you could undress them like gloves You're becoming just another layer of the skin suit As the sun lays down again Uncle still spins the squeaking wheel slowly round n' round little by little the skins coalesce in the Perversion of the Grim Tanner
5.	6TEEN 04:44	info	buy track

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A the ruthless sun pushes away the morning mist...
It's time to gather the herd onto the pastures once more! Bukowski Family goes hunting again, this time creating human mobiles, nailing over eager followers to chairs and making leather suits out of gasoline doused vagrants so it's bound to be a joyful occasion for everyone! Or is it? Would you wish to be embedded into a wall and have your eye sockets used as a lamp? Didn't think so.

Five songs with inhuman fates not to be wished upon even your worst enemy or as they put it "breaking flesh is trivial but breaking one’s self…now that is the ultimate absence of pleasure"

Album includes official video for the Carne Humana and 3 different poster designs.

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released June 15, 2013

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Bukowski Family California

Bukowski Family case history is marred with such atrocities as cannibalism, perverted human dismemberment, general unpleasantness and musical ruthless massacre.

Brace yourselves to see everything you deem precious torn apart and dragged out to the backyard to be burned in a stinking pile of waste. If it is holy to someone, it surely can be defiled.
"This is not a band, this is a death squad." ... more