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the sky blew pink, too!
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the last eight years have really sucked... and we just watched.
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the original semi-mutant, quasi-guerrilla new orleans pop combo... muggy music and words askew, with a hey-na-nonny and a ha-cha-cha!
4 or five guys looking for liquor, love and laughs. . . then writing songs about it. Each brought together in new orleans by hook and by crook, to play a moody, muddy, almost moist music. They have a rhythm that smolders like a slow landfill fire, with words askew and music muggy. Playing high and low, using whatever is left over from the night before, they tear into their sounds, (which are somewhat found), with an emotional ferocity few have mastered! Come hear for yourself, that witty and charming band about town...
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Genre
Rock Rock n Roll
Charts
#16,995 today Peak #275
#1,277 in subgenre Peak #25
Author
m. a. sample
Rights
2008 wreckreation media group
Uploaded
May 27, 2008
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MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 4:57
Story behind the song
just a bit of blowing off some steam. the words have been around awhile, i needed someone like 'w' around so that they would jump into song tho...
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The Sky Blue Pink, Too! 1) some dancing angels passed this road, singing songs that we should know. the train they're on is off the track, there was a monkey on the brakeman's back. we think we're so propulsive, on a train with no real destination. hurdy gurdy at a hundred and thirty... we are going. where are we going?... c)*** i'm content to watch the train roll by, i'll sit and watch the sky. the sky that cries like rivers from my eyes, i'm quite content to watch the skies... 2) kaliedeoscopic ragtime prophet, with idle threats and hollow promise, and the side effects on side show freaks is chronicled net-wide for thirteen weeks. we used to have a temper, with no rhyme, no reason. hurdy gurdy at a hundred and thirty, are we going? we should be going... c)*** geetar!... c)*** 3) in this catastrophic land of rockets, we're so big that we can't stop us. there is an east wind bringing rain, and bringing that familiar feeling again. no! we are not the light, and there really is no time of the season. hurdy gurdy in two-oh-thirty, we were going... where were we going?...
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