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A mixup of beats, and noise. Another aural exploration into the realms of the unlistenable. Does it not make sense because of a flaw in the song, or because of a flaw in the listener? |
Label: Sick Puppies, Dead Cats, Inc
Credits: P. Redgoat - collection of dusties; MacBeats - drums |
Story Behind the Song
8:27 on a Sunday night...BORED OUT OF MY MIND....Entertain me!!
Very slightly influenced by the Galactic Cowboys.
Lyrics
Everywhere in the mind,
there is a cold, dark potato
from which matter arises.
Nothing can be taught in this realm,
everything grows
and soon,
like butter,
it enchances
for some, it is but a cancerous dusk
for others, a blooming tomorrow
leave to rot
cut the festering insides
we fly away
tomorrow we fly away
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