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Gangsters And Congress
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We decided to do a song about how congress, religeon, and people who attack the forests should be illegal and exterminated.
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We're a clone band. No we don't sound like anyone on earth, we're actual clones. We're from an other world, so our influences don't mean much to you on earth.
Greetings, We're Dr. U.B.E.H.C. and we're here to show you what cloning can do for a musician's career! We're from Sattourna, I believe you humans of earth can relate to us, we're flesh and blood like you, have humanoid bodies like you, but we're psychic, can play any instrument on earth, the instruments of our world is way more complicated than yours, you humans have figured out how to make instruments that sound similar to our instruments, so we're hoping you'll hear our message. Beware, We're using high tech technology to brainwash you into loving punk rock, because it's what we on Sattourna use to heal our spirits. Our master Lord Rakkan has died, and now we're honoring his greatness by tributing his music through our music. Since you humans never seen the music we do, We're opening some doorways for you to find Sattourna, it's a planet on your solar system that has livable environs, air, water, plantlife, but we've eliminated all animals on our planet, so things like hunting doesn't happen on our planet, and since we're near extinction ourselves, we're slowly integrating our life energy to earth. Our planet isn't easily seen from your telescopes, it's outside Saturn, you'd call us a moon, but we're just as lively as you humans, if not more because we see the value of natural resources. You humans are making the same mistake we did, and just like we were, you don't listen to any of your own kind when thousands even millions beg your government to stop the destruction. So hopefully our story will enlighten you humans into thinking the correct way about the resources you have, and back off the oil and coal. use what you have lots of...water. Keep your animals alive. Don't let your own race overpopulate the planet, and keep a strong resource of diversity in your grains, plantlifes, and animal life...that is if you don't want to end up with no water, no ores, no fossil fuels, no animals but humanoids, and only about 6 different plants to survive off of, which competes for the last bits of water left on the planet. You have lots of water, clean it up! You have lots of animals, don't kill them all! you have lots of plants, keep doing what you're doing with the bringing extinct plants back to life. We would involve ourselves with you more if you weren't so much more destructive and consumeristic than we are. You'd deplete our resources in 2 days with your greedy ways, earth, but we've survived with what little we have, barely have any air on our planet anymore. Our ancient soldaris, you call them businessmen, they're the ones who bought the rights to use the trees, and then they destroyed almost all of them. There's only about 800 square miles of livable land now due to the soldaris' desire for what you would call "A Quick Buck". Hopefully you'll see what we mean before you lose all your air, water, animals, and trees.
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#13,825 today Peak #33
#3,000 in subgenre Peak #4
Author
Dr.U.B.E.H.C.
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Sub-Sic Records 2006
Uploaded
October 22, 2006
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MP3 9.2 MB 128 kbps 10:05
Story behind the song
we're upset that we're becoming allergic to evil, and evil is growing greater in numbers and currently control most of the world. Take me to your dealer!
Lyrics
We're talking about something serious here, something about the dog! The dog opens up it's maw! Good crops and wonderous joy is upon us! Chicken of the woods mushrooms and hills of wonderous vegetables that grow so beautifull free of the tarnishings of the western world's poisons, even the poisons of the traffic hasn't touched these fertile grounds in which the vegetables were grown, it's the city, and it's clouded in strange energy, the moon is where ever it is, and the sun is where ever is that, and I see myself dancing like a monkey in a tree, or an elephant crapping in the woods, got that big butt kinda choking off a big yak gnoll free down the black mold lacre known as voodoo dance monkey monkey number six dancing frog battallion number two, oh monkey fiber, I gotta dance and twist out the fabric of the flavor, I'll talk the donkey cheese and whiskey kicks in the belly and belly dancers floppy titties and all the nice stuff you can put your cock into and smile as they go oh oh oh oh my fucking god, wrong hole oww fire in the hole, oww! Ok, fine I like it, oh ya Like it I love it I want some more of it! Ludacriss, I find it repulsive, but why? I dunno, because I wanna disconnect with certain realities that exist outside my house, like the people who quiver and shake as they walk down the streets with a gun in thier pocket and they're flashing gang signs to one an other, I wonder what it's like for thier reality, they choose to be idiots, is what it is. There's no reason why anyone has to fight with guns. Money? No way, drugs, a lot of times yeah, that's what it's over. But what the fuck? really, I mean there's gotta be a cure. cracking down spirit I frag at my emotions, they haunt me like the knife I dreamed of, the knife that would save me, small lights out of the corners of electronic dosage elements of my mind creating illusions of what's to come without respect for what I had, what I have. The darkness clouds around my heels and I walk on pain but there is no point to my endless pontification game. There's a sadness I can't forget, A sadness I can't let go of a sadness I can feel nothing but and when my breath is taken my heart beats still. Life ended once for me, I was given a second chance I almost ruined it again but then a mirror caught my glances, a tattered man haunted by demons and pain with only the love of strangers to gain. So loved by everyone, but not by myself the gain in volume to my voice creates the distortion from my hell, my mind is a gash a cut in the belly of the odd I found from the beginning I wasn't corrected by god. I had no empathy I only said what I know and there's too much love for me to show, chocolate man! nothing I can do to revive my soul I'd been attacked by my pain and what is to gain from it but the cold reality that it's an other day. And what is it in me that creates... Break dance, break dance, take off your high heels and put them up your ass ass...break down bible...take off your pants, dance with the doggy with my lizard...I didn't know, I didn't show, There was just an other ear diverse of my node I love this inner glow, I like to show...there is a beauty, there's an evil, there's an ugly, there's goodness everyone don't know of, and I don't care...OH NO!! wowowowowowowowowowoowwowowowowowowowowowowowowodododododododododododoweoewoeowoeowoeowoeowoeowoeowoeowoeowoewoeowoeoweo humba diggadigga do humba dumba digga digga doh, oyoyoy oy oyoy oyoyoyoyoyoyoyoy orrorororororodiggaiddigagagagagagdigagodo weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooweeeeeeeeeeeooooo UFF! Killing myself from the distance... Seeing myself what did it in my house some children got smashed on the road the other day, just outside my fucking window, those fucking other kids ran out and stole the broken bicycle parts and the bed of roses that they laid out for the dead... OH NO!!! I get the feeling like no one knows what I'm talking about... I don't even feel like it's
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