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My Gums Were Bleeding
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...and Grandma told me to write a song about it. Recommended by Hasenyager's relatives!
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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 #509
Peak in subgenre #100
Author
Hasenyager
Rights
Hasenyager 2007
Uploaded
August 18, 2007
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:34
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We were waiting for the ferry to take us to Bald Head Island My gums started bleeding and Grandma told me to write a song about it Well the waves were green and my teeth were mean and I missed that mineral sheen of mine But there was blood in my veins and fear in my heart and my seat was damp from the spray of the sea My gums were bleeding And Grandma told me to write a song about it We got on a tram with a bunch of people I didn't know My cousin got married on the beach to a lawyer who's hilarious when he's drunk Well the sky was gray and that was okay because rain at a wedding is a wonderful omen But there was blood in my veins and the air in my lungs was salty and damp from the spray of the sea My gums were bleeding And Grandma told me to write a song about it Later at the reception my mom let me have a sip of her Heinikin... beer The groom took off his shirt and gave the bridesmaid's mother a lap dance... that was kind of weird Well the room was dim and some feared him but I think he was secretly still half-sober But there was blood in my veins and beer in my liver and my hair was still damp from the spray of the sea My gums were bleeding And Grandma told me to write a song about it When Grandma tells you to write a song, you do!
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