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Deerhunter
Deerhunter


Background information
Origin Atlanta, Georgia, USA
Genre(s) Ambient
Shoegaze
Punk Rock
Indie Rock
Years active 2001—present
Label(s) 4AD
Kranky Records
Stickfigure Records
Associated acts Atlas Sound
Ghetto Cross
Website Website
Members
Bradford Cox
Moses Archuleta
Josh Fauver
Lockett Pundt
Former members
Justin Bosworth
Dan Walton
Paul Harper
Adam Bruneau
Colin Mee
Whitney Petty



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Deerhunter Album


Turn It Up Faggot (06/28/2005)
06/28/2005
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Language/Violence
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Basement
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Young Layer
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Death Drag
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Born of concrete born out of chemistry comes out of chaos blooms into infinity new animals born of concrete born of chemistry animals concrete born to circuitry I was six when six was surface time moves forwards and backwards in currents I was eight underneath the surface of the earth which became a furnace A B C D we have no history new animals born of concrete born of chemistry A B C D we have no history we are animals you know us attack attack


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I lived twice after my suicide
In the future or the past, I could not decide,
which one I hate the most
My body has become a sacramental host

When you're once the son of god,
and you're still unemployed
Offered up salvation,
surrender to the void
Perspectives crushed
I might be living in two places at once


(Cross these world with self destructing)


So am I sleeping on the floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Tails! Cross!
Tails! Cross!

Am I sleeping on the floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Tails! Cross!
Tails! Cross!


No subside, I attempted suicide
I could not die, no matter how hard I tried
So I was bored
I wanted to die, so I spilled out on the ground
They put me in a hospital,
and they said I need to rest
After all now father knows best for all
I can't say
Tails speak day after day

...on the floor,
or am I nailed to a cross

Am I sleeping on the floor,
or am I nailed to a cross

Am I sleeping on the floor,
or am I nailed to a cross
Tails! Cross!
Tails! Cross!

Tails! Cross!
Tails! Cross!

(Self destructive)
(So self destructive)


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No cigarette breaks
No sex, parking lot
Play by weakness
Play academic rock

Tech school
Tech school

So sick of tech school
Can't play by the rules
Vacate forum
No sex, bus stop

Tech School
Tech School
Tech School

No cigarette breaks
No sex, parking lot
Play academic rock

Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!

No pornography
Rebuild history
Fight for the family
Restory heridity

Tech school
So sick of tech school
So sick of tech school

I want university
Where they rebuild culture in their sleep

Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!
Tech school! Drop out!

He sits by the TV, he's history
He sits by the TV, he's history
He sits by the TV, he's history
He sits by the TV, he's history

No cigarette breaks
No sex, parking lot
Play by weakness
Play academic rock

Tech school

So sick of tech school
Can't play by the rules
I want university
Where they rebuild culture in their sleep

Tech school, Drop out
Drop out, drop out
Drop out...

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Jumping
Your hands are like ice picks
You're the king of rich kids
Just once
Creation of deathly
You're the king of rich kids
Your dreams are X-rated
You're seduced by credit cards

Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands...

Jumping
You're the king of rich kids
And your dreams are X-rated
Seduced by sports car, middle run
Jumping
You're the dream of rich kids
Tranced by basements
Box of...No! No!
Box of old junk

Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands grow
Ponds like hands...

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Language/Violence

[No lyrics]

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Oceans of time

Oceans of time connect
Each go to a death

Oceans of death


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Basement

[No lyrics]

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Young Layer

[No lyrics]

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Death Drag

[No lyrics]

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