[Susan Foreman]

If there is such a genre as Doom Industrial Metal, then the 5th song on the album, 'Eat Some More' falls into this category. I can't fault the sentiments behind the song, but I'm not a fan of it - I find it tedious and non-interesting

05/11 - Eat Some More (Cooper, Marlette)



"Sixty million tons of meat
Spoiling in the stinking heat
Train loads full of moldy bread
Millions will still go unfed

Acres full of dying wheat
Burning brightly at our feet
A billion tons of ocean fish
Some with nothing on their dish

We can't see, we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate

Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry, so pathetic

Lots of melting cheddar cheese
Spreading it's unique disease
Rotting veggies on the ground
Where little hungry little kids are found

Worms in fruit an ugly sight
They're begging for a single bite
Our garbage dumps are mountains high
While other people sadly die

We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate

Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry, so pathetic

We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate

Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry, so pathetic"

Much better is 'Pick Up The Bones', which is a power-ballad. It's a very atmospheric song, starting with acoustic guitar arpeggios amidst a creepy background soundscape, before turning into a nasty song about the horrors of war - specifically the Kosovo genocide

06/11 - Pick Up The Bones (Cooper, Marlette)



"Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case
This one has a skull but it don't have a face
These look like the arms of father so strong
And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone

Here's some legs in a cloud where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother, The hand of a friend
And I just can't put them back together again

Pick up the bones and set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight
Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light

There are stains on the floor where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fire place mixed with the wood
There are forces in the air, ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back and some scars on the skin

There were demons with guns who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed, they're an inhuman race
There are holes in the walls, bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell is making me sick

Pick up the bones and set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight
Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light

Pick up the bones and set them on fire
Follow the scope going higher and higher
Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight
Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light

Now maybe someday the suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom and all will be fine
But nothing'll grow on this burnt curs'ed ground
'Cause the breathe of the death is the only sound"