Ulterior Motives, by Cold Night For Alligators

Ulterior Motives

by Cold Night For Alligators

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Lasse Adolphsen Outstanding progressive metal that doesn't sound like "all the others out there". If you like Between The Buried and Me you should definitely give this a listen. Favorite track: Beware of the Horse.

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"Ulterior Motives"
Released in September 2010

1. Tempus Fugit
2. Wonderland is in Your Body
3. Beware of the Horse

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1.	Tempus Fugit 04:29	lyrics	buy track
Constantly aware of time Crippled by the ticking ruler The minute hand makes us wither The hour hand forgets us The clockface treats us so shallowly, so casually With a merciless contempt for all life, The ages sink us into oblivion The days ignore me The months leave you The years consume us The milleniums swallow up mankind - Like they all know our time is limited Does life contains a purpose? Or are we just amusement? A way for the clock to kill time? The ticking is pushing us forward, Without an opportunity to pause, grasp and take in everything beautiful about being mortal. Why bother if it's all over tomorrow anyway? The hourglass turns once more and erases yet another one of our footprints of our footprints The hourglass turns once more and erases yet another one of our footprints of our footprints The days ignore me The months leave you The years consume us The milleniums swallow up mankind Like they all know our time is limited Like they all know our time is limited The clockface treats us so shallowly, so casually With a merciless contempt for all life
2.	Wonderland is in Your Body 04:52	lyrics	buy track
Moving through the human body like Alice in Wonderland. Standing behind the eyeball, watching the world through the veil of the cornea Digging my way through the layers of the skin, shoveling away dead cells, Clearing a route, a route. Rollercoaster ride through the narrow corridor, Of liver(x2), lungs and legs. Cutting a path through the chalk of the bones, like Harrison Ford in the movies Of Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones. Slowly moving pieces of human wrapping until I return, Yet again diving into the red. Digging my way through the layers of the skin, shoveling away dead cells, Clearing a route, a route. Beholding the uterus - the mother of existence And just below the wand of creation, wand of creation. All of it driven by the pumping, beating. Beating, pumping engine. All of it driven by the pumping engineeeeeee. Blood splattering, blood splattering, blood splattering, blood splattering engine.
3.	Beware of the Horse 04:33	lyrics	buy track
Staggering through a stable of music and rutting mares, spilling the containings of my (glass) soaking everyone in intoxicating fluids. With a blurry gaze I am scoping out a horny (pony) On the way home she's softly neighing in my ear; "Please take me home to your pen." Roaring out my answer; "That sounds like a Job For a Cowboy, Cowboy, then!" Humping hard in pleasent sheets of heigh, she swings herself onto my blazing saddle, she swings herself onto my blazing saddle, Of heigh. While high on horsetranquilizers, the rush of the ride beginds. And suddenly, like a pair of four-legged lovers, we are sweeping across a moon-lit prairie. Surrounded only by velvet night. With a flash before my eyes I return confused to a familiar yet distant world, my life. With a flash before my eyes I return to a familiar world (my life)