Throbbing Gristle
six six sixties
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I am one of the injured, a tear blurs flesh
Dissolving like an injured dog
Like wasted limbs get smaller
Pain is the stimulus of pain
But then, of course, nothing is cured
This is the world now
Move a fin and the world turns
Sit in a chair and pictures change
Try to eat us, get trapped or injured
- Album:
- 20 Jazz Funk Greats
- The Third Mind Movements
- Miscellaneous
- D.o.A The Third And Final Report Of Throbbing Gristle
- Heathen Earth: The Live Sound of TG
- D.o.A. The Third and Final Report
- The Second Annual Report
- The Taste of TG
- Rolling Stone: Rare Trax, Volume 44: The Dark Stuff:...
- Business Unusual: The Other Record Collection
- Electrocity, Volume 4
- Death Disco: Songs From Under the Dance Floor 1978–1984
- The Best of New Wave Club Class-X, Volume 2
- Rough Trade Shops: 25 Years
- D.O.A. The Third and Final Report of Throbbing Gristle...
- The Second Annual Report (Remastered)
- 20 Jazz Funk Greats (Remastered)
- AP Presents: Industrial Strength Machine Music
- A Life Less Lived: The Gothic Box
- Thee Psychick Sacrifice