Everyday Life (Instrumental)
Garage track, fake british accent beat.
Vox coming once I stop being lazy.
Nihilistic, upbeat IDM indietronic bubblegum punk. Music to go deaf to.
Hello, my name is DJ Alan-a-Dale, nice to meet you.
Lyrics
It's a rhyme sort of thing, A crime sort of thing~!
A sort of thing, the sort of thing, like a carabiner that says "not for climbing"
If you have to ask, you'll never know,
Pour a glass and enjoy the show.
This track is like a mattress,
The sleeper's absent,
one of 'em, at least, clap your hands,
you said you'd never say "One night stand"
Oi, pass the margerine
She said "Someday, I'm going to marry him"
And I suppose that's how we could be,
If it weren't for everyday life.
I guess that how we would be.
Wait, stop
-Your point is not applicable,
Your beats aren't reliable,
Your rhymes are never spittable,
Didja mum buy you that turntable?
I ATTACK with vertical undulation,
Pads sustained via wavestation,
Sine lead, LFO vibrato,
Mighty morphin pizzacato
My thoughts are fundemental,
My words are harmonic,
Expressed with the help of a GM preset.
Hajime mashite watashi no namae wa
Kenji desu yo anata no namae wa nan desu ka
And I suppose that's how we could be,
If it weren't for everyday life.
I guess that how we would be.
And I suppose that's how we could be,
If it weren't for everyday life.
I guess that how we would be.
