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Mr. Cream's Machine
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Monumental Pillbug Classic
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Peak #209
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Mark Mikel
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1994 Monclovian Innernatural BMI.
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August 14, 2004
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MP3 9.6 MB, 128 kbps, 0:00
Story behind the song
MARK MIKEL: Definitely one of my most ambitious recordings. It's somewhat lengthy too. Chalmers, Kelley, Chris Cass and I started work on the basic track around 8pm. We didn't stop until 5am. We recorded 4 different takes. I edited parts of all 4 together to make the one perfect take. Then overdubs were added to that. And I mean lots of 'em. I was really reaching to see exactly how far I could go. I'm very happy with the way it came out.
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Head zap mouse trap razor's edge (ultra-mental) To your bad rap What's so bad about that Junk mail funk sale, watch your tail (you might get nailed) And if you fail What's so bad about that It is cream, Mr. Cream It is cream that keeps on feeding your machine (what'd he say?) It is cream that rests upon your shoulders Cream that makes the world grow colder Still the only focus of your dreams Dog hair arm chair, do you care (what's stuffed in there) You've had your share What's so bad about that Bite size snake lies, no surprise (eat crow pies) And apologize If you feel bad about that It is cream, Mr. Cream (Mr. Cream) It is cream that keeps on feeding your machine (Alright, keep it going, that's it, keep it going now) It is cream you serve us for our luncheon Cream to make our brains malfunction Still the only focus of your dreams Doesn't seem like so long ago when you cared what's wrong or right Seems like only yesterday when we were getting it on alright Then somehow you lost your head when you left to chase your dream Hello dose of reality and goodbye to Mr. Cream Goodbye, goodbye Bye Don't you ever wanna give it away Don't you ever wanna give it away Oh sometimes I feel afraid and bow my head and pray That we could just return to yesterday, but there's no way It clearly is a shame to criminal to name You're someone else, you're really not the same You seem so mean surrounded by your green I can only hope to see someday there'll be no place for Mr. Cream But silly me It is cream (it is cream), Mr. Cream (Mr. Cream) It is cream that keeps on feeding your machine (Once you start you just can't stop it now can you) It is cream that rests upon your shoulders (shoulders) Cream that makes the world grow colder (colder) Still the only focus of your dreams (ah yes, thank you....no thank you....no thank you)
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