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Hush Me
04:16
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I’ve got a big filthy vice
Running down through my veins
It is the latest fashion
And it makes us all friends
I’m a new creator from a cyber raised breed
Here to spread up my feelings and plant up my seeds
I will judge and destroy, assess your work and rate it
Even though I’m hidden I’ll make sure you know it
Chorus:
Hush me hush me baby
Before I do it again and spread it all around the world
Commonly unable. About me nothing’s special.
Can’t really create. I want you to celebrate
I’m a pretender. Nothing I can loose
I make up the life I’ve been too weak to choose
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Little Things
03:40
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Come what may, see them changing what’s at play
Bring the magic, articulate what’s to say
Meet the eye, signs of truth signs of fate
Build the bridges strengthen up our faith
Just the little things, only little things will blow my mind
Just the little things, only little things all down the line
Butterfly… consequences in beyond
Chain reaction… make a difference all along
Just the little things, only little things will get me high
Just the little things, only little things all down the line
Oh I’ll meet you there thoroughly
I saw it in your eyes
Stars lit up by the minor key will shine forever.
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Bad Mama
04:00
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I’d like to tell you bout a special member of my own family
Who’s very valuable to scare the shit out of my worst enemies
Although she never had to get into a fight
She talks dirty in her sleep don’t mind you looking at her ripped off fingernails
She’s steady and she’s kind of steep maybe cause she did some time in a Mexican jail
She hides when she drinks until late in the night
She’s so nasty
She’s so mean
She’s nearly crazy
It’s obscene
But bad mama says she needs loving too
Bad ass mama says she can love us too
Lately it seems like she’s been going thru a change right all down the line
She starts to care for things now but I don’t know why and I don’t know how
But I know she almost smells good now
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Hooka Hey Austin, Texas
Hooka Hey’s “Transylvanian Voodoo” sound
brings blues-based tribal beats with smoky, sludgy riffs drenched and charged like the air just before a rainstorm.
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