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eppy:
Lyrics:
Pol Pot Pop, Pol Pot Pop
Uses widows and orphans and other dangerous things
Pol Pot Pop, Pol Pot Pop
Has a populist bent and it don't like anything.
[CHORUS]
It's coming for you children, coming for your children tonight
It's coming for you children, coming for your children all riiiiiiiiight.
Pol Pot Pop, Pol Pot Pop
Better take off your glasses or they'll think you're one of them
Pol Pot Pop, Pol Pot Pop
I may be retro, but you could stand to hear this again [yeah, I know--this is garbled in the recording. I need to do a retake.]
[CHORUS]
In the forests on the hills is a mighty man
He has a mighty sword, he has a mighty plan
Gonna save our mighty souls, gonna save our rock 'n' roll
Tripped 'n' fell on his sword, so don't send us no saviors, oh lord.
Pol Pot Pop, Pol Pot Pop
Coming today in a big boy band
Pol Pot Pop, Pol Pot Pop
It don't mean no harm, but it just don't understand.
[DOUBLE CHORUS] |
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jlewis:
This is what my computer does with my MP3 collection, late at night, when it's dropped six tabs of acid and a bottle of cheap whiskey. This has a weird kind of brilliance to it, Mike, but it needs another couple score listens before I can have anything intelligent to say about it. Right now, I'm just glad I don't know what it's like inside your head. |
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eppy:
Heh, fair enough. "Glitch" is actually a fairly good indication of what's going on in my head, though not necessarily metaphorically. When I heard the digital artifacts I could make with my digital delay pedal I jumped for joy and annoyed my neighbors. (Side note: I used to be able to launch this warez demo while playing winamp and have it sound real cool. Mmm.) |
