Man has given a false importance to death.
Every animal, plant, or man that dies adds to nature's compost heap
Becomes the manure without which »
Manufacturing Consent
Lies Inc./Dear Valued Customer
by Snog
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If I should die before I wake,
All my bone and sinew take
Put me in the compost pile
To decompose me for a while.
Worms, water, sun will have »
In Dead Earnest
Precious Friend
by Pete Seeger
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coldness I fondle with the
Cavity, vomiting I tolerate the stench
Of disembowelment
Lifeless, carcass
Is forming pus
Around the severed
Entrails compost »
Compost Devourment
She Lay Gutted
by Disgorge
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of stupidity
And senility
Burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost
Which they so much deserve
If justice on this earth be fleeting
Let us »
Tripitena's Speech
The Raven
by Lou Reed
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from the skies
So just get lost
Fuck off!
And disappear into the compost!
Drop dead
Stinking little creep
Drop dead
Drop dead
Celebration »
Drop Dead/Celebration
Downside Up
by Siouxsie and the Banshees
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Meat to cleaver--manveal breeder
Gratuitous overflow from the jugular
Buckets of blood
Sanguine bleeder--compost eater
Into blood meal--you're left »
Long-Pig Chef and the Hairless Goat
To Serve Man
by Cattle Decapitation
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a mulch of compost
Churning corkscrews of pain
Razor-sharp gears and cogs
For the creation of human sausage logs
The splattering of meat on flesh »
Chunk Blower
To Serve Man
by Cattle Decapitation
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When Uncle Toad spoke it was not a pretty sight
Uncle Toad tucked in the compost pile
Out by the back door, look at him smile
He said, ?Kid stop »
Uncle Toad Said
A Painter Passing Through
by Gordon Lightfoot
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You can lie between her legs and go looking for'
Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
But »
Coconut Skins
9
by Damien Rice
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big oven
He bakes his own desserts
He warms the ocean
And from that, life springs forth
Little organisms building trash around the clock
compost heaps »
Worms Make Dirt
Myths, Legends and Other Amazing Adventures, Vol. 2
by The Aquabats
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separately involved.
Composting, transgressing. In order to embrace life and death.
We must eliminate, the boundaries that lie between the Physical »
Staying Conscious
Embryonics 90-98
by Alchemist
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both from the bottom of my heart
Each morning like this they come, uninvited
Pale as ghosts, reeking of compost
Yet most I abhor their bloodshot eyes »
Guild and Regret
The Cold White Light
by Sentenced
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the end of life
The ouroboros
This hill of compost grows by our own gross
Mistakes and the demands that we've made
Execute the life stalkers
Damn »
Lifestalker
Monolith of Inhumanity
by Cattle Decapitation
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lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown hair who is
Taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear.
And southern California says »
Southern California Wants to Be Western New York
Mortal City
by Dar Williams
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own compost heap
and i'm getting used to the smell
i've had a lack of information
i've had a little revelation
i'm climbing up on the railing »
Swan Dive
Little Plastic Castle
by Ani DiFranco
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and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all »
This Is Your Life
This Is Your Life [#2]
by The Dust Brothers
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struggling in my car
Fresh ale and flies
On melon halves
You wind up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap
Of all the people I don't know »
Wading Through a Ventilator
1976-1981
by The Soft Boys
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composts are graves)
It's time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let's call a spade a spade
(is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is »
Carrot Juice Is Murder
Russell's Shorts
by The Arrogant Worms
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schemes
Cripwalk to a conscious beat
Hip-hop is a compost heap
Gangsters to gardeners
Rivals into partners
Fanatics to reformers
Felons into farmers »
Airplane Mode
Survival Story
by The Flobots
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faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost »
The Murder Mystery
Chronicles
by The Velvet Underground
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strung around my calf picture the flies
On melon halves
You end up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap
Of all the people I don't know »
Wading Through a Ventilator [Live]
A Can of Bees
by Robyn Hitchcock
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