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On Confessions of a Knife , Groovie Mann and company mix up a healthy dose of funky and organic instrumentation to create industrial music that's more extreme disco than house. A pulsing bass guitar propels the release, adding a rhythmic and textural depth to the group's sample- and synth-laden sound. The momentum fades as "Rivers of Blood, Years of Darkness," a below-average remix of "Kooler Than Jesus," and "Burning Out" languish in a repetitiveness that the record fails to break out of. Despite its less than stellar second half, Confessions of a Knife is a significant offering that fans of My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult should definitely acquaint themselves with. AllMusic relies heavily on JavaScript. Please enable JavaScript in your browser to use the site fully.

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I came down to an empty kitchen one morning and saw my everyday knife sitting alone on the work surface. With the early morning light glancing off its blade, it looked, well, lethal. How weird it seemed, to have this thing sitting in my kitchen every day, this purpose-built tool for cutting things up, an object with the same sort of potential for mayhem as a loaded handgun and yet I use it for making my daughter her tea. We carefully purge our houses of anything that has the possibility of risk and yet the knife is different. I began researching knives and it quickly became clear that every knife has a story.

My Life In The Knife Trade Lyrics: How many times have I noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet / From your judgment seat I can feel the anger for my very being .
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Writer s : Charles W. Istvan, Robert W. Log dich ein um diese Funktion zu nutzen. How many times have I noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet From your judgment seat I can feel the anger for my very being Fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life That I should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down Wrong again, don't depend on any reaction again I remember the icy walls that shot up from nowhere and I can see every lie you've ever told yourself You bleed me dry and I don't ask why, but I'm left with the dust Judas kiss, I dismiss, thank you all for this, I am untouched I am Wait again, not through with the screaming I contend that you've got nothing better to do I'd trade my life for a barrel of gold Find someone else before I get too old If I live my life for aesthetic gain Will you repay me with all your shame. Fehlerhaften Songtext melden. Songtext kommentieren.

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