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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released September 1, 2010

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Track Name: Tempus Fugit
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
Track Name: Wonderland is in Your Body
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.
Track Name: Beware of the Horse
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)