where it all starts
individuals that make the machine
sample some noise
live and at high decibels
inside the cave
get the silver disc for your self
people we know in high places
speak to us directly
tell us you are here
the latest rumours
find the deeper meaning
see what the world really thinks
all the rest

All Songs BMI ©2001 slingshotVenus and Sonic Imagery Labs. The lyrical and musical copyright in these performances is operated by Sonic Imagery Labs on behalf of the artists, which whom it resides. Sonic Imagery Labs accepts no reason for the artists to give away such copyright interest in there work by virtue of a "common practice".


Lyrics: Tobias Hawkins III
Music: slingshotVenus
All Songs BMI
©2001 all rights reserved

I am a eunichorn
My mother was in the bottle
When she fell off the table
My father in the needle
Another fractured fable
Uncle Tom was the next of kin
Tender, kind, gentle
He tore my skin
Limped adrift to doing tricks
To finance the hex
The fools fix
God took me in
Dissolved my sin
I am a eunichorn
And I stand in this dim lit factory
Why would life have me?
Its all in the past
But fear not
Because nothing at all
Will ever last
I am a eunichorn