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INTRODUCING COMPTON!
Vocals - Cradle Master X
Guitar #1 - Mike Stevens
Guitar #2 - Jake Robert
Bass - Bob Jones
Drums - Harry Lewis
Turntables - Chris Lewis
Young one, Computer Town's music will take you on a spiritual journey into the evil jungle of doom, you will realize facts about religion you have never realized before and your soul will be eternally saved. Listen carefully, young one, we will guide your soul away from eternal slavery.
Computer Town merging 80's heavy metal, glam rock and rap rock to a new dimension which is unseen by any soul that has lurked past the grave of evil in the graveyard of doom where the evil dominates to rule the night.
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Crawling under your skin is the soul of the evil of grave 37 and the soul of debt and misfortune scream through your bones while you trip and fall in front of everyone. Every single person in the whole entire universe. The others point and laugh at your misfortune. Laughing constantly as if you were a clown. A humorous clown. The feelings you have inside have vanished in the eyes of others due to the image you have gained. You do not understand. You are confused. Confused like a pigeon in the park. Struggling for scraps of food and the opportunity to continue their inferior little lives. Sitting above the others soon to fall to death. Death, bloody death. The others still laugh. You cry at the confusion of the situation but there is nothing. Nothing. That you can do. Only hope. Hope. Hoping like a slave owned by a tyrant master. Hoping for a soul to save them. Yelping constantly. Nobody can hear you. Nobody at all. Give up. | MP3.com CD: Compton Party - buy it!
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The Evil Church of Doom. Where all spirits set free at night. Night. The dark is the perfect time for souls to be captured into the heart of grave 37. As your soul will never return, you sit there like a little boy. A weakling. A weakling with no love anywhere. Drooling with your lips wide open like the grand cannon, like niagra falls oozing with blood and tears down your cheek and into your mouth as you cough out blood and your mind still waits for relief. Blood remains oozing and you can do nothing. Nothing at all. Just sit and watch your life be ruined by the very thing that started it, yourself. Only you. | MP3.com CD: Compton Party - buy it!
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