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thebrewmeisterphelps
» genre:
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The Brewmeister Phelps
» label: unsigned
» for fans of: Beck, Stereolab, Radiohead, The Johnny Mann Singers, The Three Suns, Superbus Magnum
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Damn dirty hippies smoked all my ganga. This song is payback for that.
When I wake in the morning time, I see the sunrise. I see the SUN RISE! When I wake up in the morning, I'm going down.
Sometimes, you're so close that you're almost there. It just seems close enough to touch, and you're there. But, at the same time, it's not close enough and you've still got an incalculable distance to go. Maybe you'll never get there at all.
You wake up, the sun is shining, and you have nothing better to do than get high. Does it get ANY better than that? I doubt it.
It's your life, but is it really yours? You're dying since the day you were born, and there's only one way to stop it. Is this all there is?
What is up with Rik Serrell? He parties all night and he's drunk all day. Doesn't he know god'll make him pay?
They're dirty. They're old. They're men. They're dirty old men. Mustache rides 50 cents, hobnail mirrors on their boots, ubiquitous highball glass perched precariously in their hand Dirty.
You have ideas and you make plans, and you think you know how everything can happen. But it doesn't. It just doesn't happen.
This is an actual recording in the field of a large group of Dwarves working and playing.