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| A lullaby for avid drinkers of Old Style Beer with an expired plane ticket. |
CD: Muphy's Posthumous Postulate
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg (guitars, bass, drum robot, piano, cello, vox, sampled 747, crickets) |
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| Another lullaby for smokers |
CD: Room Cervix
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, keyboards, vocals |
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| Another dub rip-off song about dirty hippie girls. |
CD: Murphy's Posthumous Postulate
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Dr. Jeremiah Hapsburg Rx:rub-a-dub, guitar, vocals, drum machine robot |
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| ..not a tribute to Willie Nelson, per se, but to all the bottles he's drank from |
CD: Horse Diaper
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, vocals |
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| Dis is song about some dang thick ass air or somethin yall, ok man spit |
CD: Freak of Normalcy (1999)
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, vocals, drum robot |
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| Trailer-trash prostitutes require special attention, real love and understanding... Especially when she has Travis Tritt's ugly face tattooed on her ass. |
CD: Room Cervix
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, drum machine robot, voice |
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| A song....hmmm, a long song about god knows what. I came up with the chorus? guitar part and liked it and decided to make a song out of it. That part kinda reminds me of Hum. |
CD: Room Cervix
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: piano, guitars, bass, voice, live drums, ambience |
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| This song is like 47,000 Israeli N.I.M.R.O.D. missiles launched all at once at your bathroom. The cleanup, however, is not so enthralling. |
CD: Murphy's Posthumous Postulate
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Dr. Hapsburg's Rx: L.A.H.A.T. drop g guitars, H.A.R.P.Y. bass harpoon, N.I.M.R.O.D. drum-howitzer/anti-artillary |
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| A Dune influenced bit about... |
CD: Freak of Normalcy (1999)
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, drum robot, vocals, ebow |
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| There's nothing wrong with a nun who won't shave her legs, but sometimes you want to be left with a clean, untainted vision. It's better if you leave your idols on the top shelf where they'll be covered with dust and see the least use. |
CD: Murphy's Posthumous Postulate
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, keyboards, vocals, Tecate shaker, alarm clock |
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| We can breathe underwater...you just have to go ahead and do it...and then it's all clear...the snakes eat from your hand and the fish are helping you find your glasses/pinal glad you dropped in the lake. Then you realize, the lake is the pinal glad you thought you were missing. It's quite a leap to open that door all the way up. |
CD: Phosphene
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, vocals |
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| ...finding the same thing over and over again |
CD: Horse Diaper
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, vocals, drum machine robot, cello |
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| What the world needs now is another faux-punk ripoff. This delicious diddy is dripping with so much off-key detritus that it'll make you retch your little tummies clean all over Granny's white linens. |
CD: Phosphene
Label: Entropy Records
Credits: Jeremiah Hapsburg: guitars, bass, drum machine robot, vocals, slop-o-matic |
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