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I puke a worm in your mouth, I punch a hole in the screen
I hold my nuts when I rap, I throw my phone in the sea
Notice the woefully unfrozen mosey up out of Cocytus
Dap his homie, check his vitals, swat a bogie 'til he spirals
The golden oldie miners hack a nugget out the river dance
Press it to the boogie break, dress it up in pentagrams
Wookie face, look
I don't panic in the fray, I broadcast all black magic with a K
OK!?
Late to his own selfies
The belly is King Hippo, the MO is Van Helsing
The hello is from a portrait of abhorrent man melting
Spells out help in his canned corn helping
And never pushed mongo, back foot kicking out the larval stage
Front foot navigate the marble maze
Blues crooners off the usual at Hooters
Drag a Lilliputian kicking and screaming into the future

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Stare at the sun until he bay at the moon,
Share crumbs with the drums until he lay in a tomb, vroom
 
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darvocet21 said:
That's awfully nice of you! The Reflex video is cool because it shows the setup that Nick Rhodes had:
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Roland was almost mandatory (or occasionally Yamaha Dx-7) and the Fairlight CMI was the first electronic keyboard that had a computer monitor, computerized musical instrument. It cost like $30,000 in 1980s money
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I obviously, never paid enough attention, to his organ. 😁 Kudos, for that! 👌

 
Goon – "Datura" (2019)

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In my holy home
With a floral dome.
And all is alright,
Alright.

Yeah, yeah,
I'll hurt my heritage,
A body bag, I said.
Yeah‚ yeah,
Next to the moon, a river,
Wanna mate milk linen in a—?

In my hormone own
Where all my homies know.
Harmony, don't cry,
Alright?

Yeah‚ yeah,
The birth of paraffin
I wanna mend my head.
Yeah, yeah,
Roll up the will of Heaven
On the big ocean.

Sin, sweat,
Abate an error
Or make a blank amends.
Bell‚ bed,
Born into rich contrition
With a mixed feeling on my opal.

Yeah, all my life, prayed at night:
Help my hurting tummy.
Morning light, wave goodbye:
Meal of pain in covers.

Yeah, yeah;
My only mark is you.
Yeah, yeah, oh—
Pull away my middle.
 
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