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England - the Perfect Place for a Murder
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Looking for a song about sh*biscuits and/or golden chickens? Hasenyager combines comedy and music in order to realize your dreams.
Hasenyager is an Americanized version of Haschenjager, which is German for 'rabbit hunter.' I am that hunter, or huntress, if you will, and I take my profession very seriously. Which means that, actually, I don't hunt rabbits. I do, however, make half-assed music with Audacity, and upload it onto SoundClick.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #722
Peak in subgenre #150
Author
Hasenyager
Rights
Hasenyager 2007
Uploaded
August 07, 2007
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:27
Story behind the song
Parental advisory: contains cuss names.
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A full moon rose over the moors. It was the perfect place for a murder. The North Sea. A very cold sea. The perfect place for a murder. The city of London at night, with her lights all aglow, was the perfect place for a murder. Parliament is full of dusty old people who don't know what they're talking about and is therefore the perfect place for a murder. The heath was like an old brown dress at a rummage sale, and it had a little rip in one of the sleeves, so nobody wanted to buy it. But it was, nevertheless, the perfect place for a murder. The waves receded from the shore, revealing to Edmund his dead auntie, with her pale hair fanned out behind her. And it had been the perfect place for a murder, apparently, because one had clearly happened. And, having had been the perfect place for a murder, it galvanized Edmund's melancholy, that terrible sadness. The sea cliffs loomed over the crashing grey waves, like a treacherous old man with an arthritic shoulder that made him very uncomfortable. It was also, incidentally, the perfect place for a murder. Scotland yard is a police place. Therefore, we can logically assume that it was the perfect place for a murder, because no one would expect it there. I was drinking tea at my flat when I realized mid-sip that it was the perfect place for a murder. England is the perfect place for a murder.
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