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Not Twice
04:41
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Always in the way
Never falls away
Never knows the Way
You'll never grow rice that way
Pull the nail up
By the root
A Caucasian male
in a Cashmere lawsuit
Rollin' in on
His sixth sin
Called a Tibetan
“Chinaman”
He'll spray hairspray x3
You'll never grow rice that way
Emerging from
hookah fog
smacks opponents down
like they're smacked-up blind dogs
Modeled business
model on
Coleridge and Rush's
Kubla Kahn
He'll spray hairspray x3
You'll never grow rice that way
In your eyes
In your rice x 4
He proves a horse
is a horse
using a non-horse.
Oh, of course...
He'll spray hairspray x3
You'll never grow rice that way
He'll spray hairspray
(In your eyes)
Hell sprays hairspray
(In your rice)
He'll spray hairspray
(In your eyes)
Hell sprays hairspray
(In your rice)
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Processed Eggy Stuff
03:04
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I'm covered in spaghetti.
But I don't like spaghetti
It's all red and mushy
And noodles are all floppy.
I rather be covered in
Mayonnaise
A white, gloopy, blop of
Mayonnaise
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
tomato
Swim in, Swim in, Swim in
mayo
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
tomato
Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with
mayo
My mom used to make me eat cheerios
But I don't like cheerios
Though they're pretty good with honey
but they won't steal my money
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
cheerio
Swim in, Swim in, Swim in
mayo
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
cheerio
Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with
mayo
I'm covered in alfredo,
But I'm allergic to cheese
Alfredo is white, but so is mayo,
so I guess it's a little better than spaghetti.
But not by much.
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
alfredo
Swim in, Swim in, Swim in
mayo
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
alfredo
Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with
mayo
Mayonnaise
Mayonnaise
Mayonnaise all you motherfuckers
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3. |
Brotherly Trees
05:17
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Brotherly trees, it's not what I expected
Even as I reflected on our past
Brotherly trees, didn't expect to see you
you came on back to me - you made it last
Not so fast, we can't let this past
Brotherly trees, we'll sit and mix together
not thinking 'bout the weather overhead
Up on the breeze, my soul will fly so gently
You're coming up to take me back instead
And you're not misled - we could stay in bed
Fucking hell
I'm goddamn sick of these brotherly trees
using passivity
To snuff emotionality
Music requires genuine feeling
Not constant stealing
of your money, your brain, and your time
These fuckers make a lovely rhyme
About trees and clouds, high as you can see
Should be
Smashed to dust by concrete imagery
The city
Where the seeds of the idol trees are planted
Opinions are slanted
And profits are granted
To those who say what they want you to hear
And soothing lies are pissed into your ear.
Brotherly trees, they don't have to listen
they don't care what they're missin' half the time
You and me - we could be just like them
Lie back and softly fight them, slow and free
we don't have to be pulled and torn in three
Oh god damn it!
Progress has never been made
By an artist making art just to get paid
Omnipresent acoustic guitar
played in every car
Driver trapped in fear
of what I hear
Regression
Depression
Suppression
of those who've had enough of this shit
of those who are fucking fed up with it
of those who don't want the NSA
to have their way
The wallets of the one percent are lined
with crimes
that they made sure weren't prosecuted
They're judge and jury, you're executed
And the sad fact's
You'll never hear that
The hungry only get to grow weaker
'Cause the only thing growing out of your speaker
Is vapor and concepts and nothing that means
anything but the bullshit of brotherly trees.
Brotherly trees, it's not what I expected
Even as I reflected on our past
Brotherly trees, didn't expect to know you
I never got to show you how it'd be
just you and me
you and me and some fucking trees
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4. |
Two For One
03:55
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(As transcribed from Rainbow Dash's "Journal for Stuff")
TWO FOR ONE SONG
(#1 Spring Jam)
Talk about milk, cake, cows, smoothies, Cherry Berry [she sucks!!!], grills, and cars
TWO FOR ONE
THAT I GOT FOR
TWO FOR ONE !!!
Two for one!
Lots of fun!
Cinmin bun!
Machine gun!
Horse pun!
Smoothie = ice + cream + fruit = delicious
Applejack has an old drum set out back
Maybe try gluing drumsticks to Fluttershy?
Sometimes a cloud goes over the sun and it's hard to write songs. If I ever become mayor, I'll tell the clouds to leave the sun alone when I'm writing.
Pinkie wrote a song too!!
There once was a pony who was really fast
And I think that her name was Rainbow Dash
One day, she sang a song about stuff
and then she died. The end.
(I don't think it was about me, because this Rainbow Dash is dead. Maybe I'll meet her someday!!!)
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5. |
Maladjusted
04:06
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Yo-Yo, oopsy, I'm a little loopy
Feeling kinda shitty, Oops, I mean poopy
God, ain't it silly? Isn't it a pity?
Here in the city, we manufacture pretty
A childish notion, genital lotion
Magical potion
So you can feel fine.
Lordy, ain't it fine?
Some-R-Set, play with me please pet
Know we just met, pool just got you wet
Sprawled on the park, lying in the dark
Hear the dogs bark, back on Noah's arc
Gonna get busted, isn't God disgusted?
Fucking maladjusted
Let's just pay the fine
Lordy, there's a fine.
Lordy, there's a fine. (It's all so fine)
Lordy, ain't it fine? (It's all so fine)
Fuck that omnipresent fine. (Ain't it all so fine?)
What a fine line. (Too many goddamn fines)
Pay the fine to feel fine
All the time.
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6. |
A Likely Story
04:28
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There appears to be an insufficient amount of stank.
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7. |
Country Matters
11:36
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You're a cunt.
You're a cunt.
You're a cunt.
Pardon me for using such engendered language
I really don't mean to insult women
But the “c” word is one of the few we have left
That still retains the power to offend.
To defibrillate the heart you must defibrillate the mind
And to defibrillate the mind you must defibrillate the ear
And shock we must.
And offend we must.
Sometimes a good offense is the best defense
An offense as a defense against using offense to defend
Yes, I can plainly see the hypocrisy
But I meant the former verbal while the latter literal
To defibrillate the heart you must defibrillate the mind
And to defibrillate the mind you must defibrillate the ear
And shock we must
And offend we must
In abuse we trust
So without further ado
Let's continue
The parent who deliberately gives their child a stupid name is a cunt.
The man on the street who won't use his blinker's a cunt
Those who lambaste others for their likes or beliefs are all cunts
Those who hurt the homeless are cunts
Your politicians, CEOs, and cable news anchors
All the music, movie, comedy, and culture producers
Business men and lawyers far as you can see
That all sold their cunting soul for cunting money
Gathering in groups to form a cunt brigade
Marching through the streets like a cunt parade
Serving you refreshments like Cunt-onaid
And selling you the poor so they can get paid
And making sure improvements will never get made.
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Flitter Texas
Calling their often-comedic, semi-coherent, experimental, alt prog, electric jumble "Sidelong," Flitter is a must-listen. If you're not there for the music, you should at least to show up to gawk at how such a thing can exist in a civilized society.
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