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Pulling on the Ugg Boots
00:58
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Pulling on the ugg boots they
Don't have any laces they
Were made in Astraya we
Invented the word
They're Strayan as Merino and
Donny Bradman's willow and
More than all-weather you
Could step in a turd
Everything and every place
Has its identity, it's own space
When you go and misappropriate
Your meaning can get stuck in the mud
Winter in Astraya it
Doesn't get too cold but we
Like to keep our feet warm with
The skin of the lamb
Wear them in or outdoors they
Will adapt to your cause they
Fit too well to take off, it's like your
Feet in a pram
When cheese is sparkling wine and apple pie is aping you
You know that everything's a knockoff
And no product's really true
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2. |
Murder is Meat
02:19
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Esus2 Asus2 :| G Em7 Asus2 Esus2
everyone was there with their forks in the air
is it really alright to eat the grill now?
munchin on down like they just don't care
singing: is it alright to eat the grill now
everybody's eating the flesh yeah there's no time now to serve dessert and they're pissed about it
everybody's spitting the sinews and they're talkin revolution at work, gonna read about it
x2
no - the time ain't now, we've run on out of meat
the feeling: hunger never abates
so - slay holy cow, species we will defeat
the moment: lost and the end of days
everybody's ripping the flesh yeah there's no time now to go to work and they're pissed about it
everybody's splitting the sin-food and they're takin evolution at word, gonna read about it
x2
so - there's no more cow, we've run on out of meat
they're reeling, munching never again
no - no more flesh how - we're ever gonna eat
the portent, cost and blood fills the bays
They know the murder is meat x4
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Ypres in the Sun
02:09
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Ants might make good nests, but would birds live in one?
Dogs might dig good holes, but have they seen Ypres in the sun?
Frogs might catch more flies, but do they wash their hands?
Yard might grow more weeds, but can i smoke them all?
Get a thing, do a thing / get another thing, go and do something
Lose a thing, drop a thing / caked-on bling, everything anything
Beach might have more sharks, but they don't beach themselves
Pier might have great views, but no peer has done as well
Table might have more legs, but it can't walk home when drunk
Bed might have a head for facts but every one is bunk
Get a thing, do a thing / get another thing, go and do something
Lose a thing, drop a thing / caked-on bling, everything anything
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A Face Full Of Divertamenti originally by TISM
[Verse 1]
Love is like cum, you gag but you swallow
As it goes down your windpipe and comes out tomorrow
Never forget that you'll never remember
My name once you take your lips off my member
[Chorus]
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
[Verse 2]
Remember the days when you were a lad
Trying to root the arse off your mum or blow the fuck out of dad?
Or, if you're a lassie, that part of you achin'
The man who kissed Mum and brought home the bacon
[Chorus]
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
[Verse 3]
What happens now? We're as naked as babies
All over each other like VD or rabies
In each others' jockettes long may we wallow
Love is like cum, you gag but you swallow
[Chorus]
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
Mumma's in the kitchen, cooking fish and chips
Daddy's in the toilet, bombing battleships
[Outro]
Well, the fascinating witches put the scintillating stitches
In the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses
Of the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court
Of King Caractacus were just passing by
All together now
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5. |
Yellowed
02:06
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there was a time you weren't leaving
but now your book is on fire
with every yellowed page curling
it's ashes and curly wire
please do read the note they wrote then vote for goat emote in moat
there was a time you were breathing
but now your toes are on fire
with your yellowed hair curling
the ashes take another denier
good boys deserve fruit they suit play flute drive ute toot toot point moot
the temple's full of leavers, no sharing of the bread now
prayers ended referenda, tally up their will and say "wow"
hot sun-dial ticks a fine shadow, are you in it?
forgotten bread won't feed this starving crowd, bin it
the time has come that you're leaving
since your mouth spat with fire
with your yellowed scales curling
in the ashes of a funeral pyre
do not tell snake tales lost males never fails bucket bails ripped sails big whales
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6. |
Work from 127.0.0.1
03:23
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7. |
Super-spreader
02:05
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This is the time
It's the crime
We'll be speedcar riding, cliff declining
When it's the end
Never mend
We're all done deciding, no denying
They won't replace
Close the case
All a lost cause hiding, it's unwinding
Now it won't mend
Bank won't lend
We've all lost our timing, world is crying
The thing's at it's limits, the world's at its end
There's no time for prayer, no invoice to send
The curtain is falling, no time for applause
There's nothing to fight for, no justified cause
When won't depend
Machine won't send
There are no trades plying, world a frying
Say it today
Games they play
There are warplanes flying, babies crying
Your life is through
No more you
Their bombs are falling, medics crawling
Why would you try?
God would cry
There be starving, craving, no one's saving
The machine is busted, the levers are bent
There's no nothing, no income to pay any rent
The shelves are all bare and there's nothing to eat
And then we all die while the world's on repeat
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Words and music by TISM
All right ladies and gentleman,
Tonight we'll be starting off with Elders.
Elders IXL, Elders 470, Equitycorp 140,
GPT 275, GPT Broke 102, GPT Income no sale,
GUD no sale, Gas power 42 cents,
Gold security $1.60, G & Gotch 405
Awww, here's a go. Hanimex 55 cents,
Hardy James 920, Helm Corporation 525,
Herald 60, Hooker 245...
All ordinaries index
It screams out in the night
All ordinaries index
It haunts me to my bed
All ordinaries index
It fills my room with loathing
All ordinaries index
It never leaves my side
Nananananananow!
Nananananananow!
Ohohohoh
All ordinaries index
Ohohohoh
All ordinaries index
All ordinaries index
Take me from this aching
All ordinaries index
Rid me of my sentence
All ordinaries index
Send me back to caring
All ordinaries index
Give me rest and shelter
Ohohohoh
All ordinaries index
Ohohohoh
All ordinaries index
Ohohohoh
All ordinaries index
Ohohohoh
All ordinaries index
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9. |
Monte Covideo
02:22
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10. |
Blues in Am
03:40
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Go Back Wrong Wayne Newcastle, Australia
Go Back Wrong Wayne is Wayne Wayford from Newcastle, Awabakal country, on Australia's eastern
coast.
Making music since 2013 and exclusively on FOSS / Linux since 2018.
Maybe best summed up as alt-pop, punk, electro and experimental.
GBWW celebrates 10 years in 2023!
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