Angular EP

by shwarma

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released September 26, 2017

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Psychedelic Denver 5 piece that dabbles with every genre under the sun.

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Track Name: Pod Dweller
Welcome fellow pod dweller, you have arrived at your destination
Enter now, enter soon, yes enter the entrance, yes yes
You find no need, for mere earthly possessions, or that bastards mortal intentions
And it's comforting to know, you're returning to the place where it all began
Track Name: How Didja Know?
I saw the displaced faces, I knew something was wrong
I centered all my attention, on what had not belonged
Strolling in the rain on a dark spring day, dry as a bone
Questioned all the answers that they spat, they asked me how didja know?
Track Name: Happiness
2X
How fantastic is another man,
In her life, In your wife
How exciting is another man,
Doing her right, Going all night.

Ya see the fucked up thing is I really don’t care no more
It’s been 69 years with the same old saggy whore
She wants something inside her and a little on the sides okay
I can hear them in the attic while they cram all night and day.
Track Name: Moldelo
A year ago this day, I was drinking a cerveza in the basement,
I didn't stop to think, about its location, or it's placement
1 year passed on by, we were hanging with the guys, down in the basement
Shooting dice and shit, and drinking from a case of fresh cervezas

Moldelo
What have you done to me
Moldelo
What have you done to me

Luckily for us, the guy who drank the one was like no other
As a child his grandma fed him mold from jars of jam, for his supper
His immunity to mold was thanks to olden days, of superstition
Now he swallows chunks of blackened tar and fuzz, without thinking

Moldelo
What have you done to me
Moldelo
What have you done to me