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Hybrid Loser
00:56
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Hybrid Loser, tell me what's going on
Hybrid Loser, let me here your song
Hybrid Loser, it's not up to me
You're the Hybrid Loser I want to be now
Hybrid Loser, tell me what's your list
Hybrid Loser, how the spirits lift, hey
Hybrid Loser, you're too cool for school
But a Hybrid Loser's still not cool at all
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2. |
Introduction Song
03:13
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We meet when we got some time to kill
But that hasn’t happened since April
We’re the Eponymous, we’re not very good
We’re boys from the suburb but we’re not from the hood
And, or, but, nor
No, stop, we can’t take it anymore.
Ben Killorin’s on the drums
Keeping the beat and having some fun
Clay Scollard’s rhythm guitar
But you can’t hear ‘cuz his amp’s too far away
Randy Hatfield plays the lead
He keeps it going ‘cuz I can’t read
Except I can
I’m playing the bass guitar
And I’m the last one in our repertoire
You might think we’re not that hot
But I made all those rhymes up on the spot
While Ben was keeping the beat
That’s why I said that I couldn’t read
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I finished my meal
I finished my meat
I finished my pudding
It don't look neat
The gristle and resin
I left behind
I know where to put it
Out of sight, out of mind
Now disposal
You're making my nightmares cool
When dealing with the trash
There's one thing I look forward to
Garbage disposal
I bought my girl flowers
I bought my girl clothes
I put them in boxes
And tied them with bows
The dresses were cherished
The flowers were not
Inside of the boxes
Well, the flowers went to pot
Now disposal
You're making my nightmares cool
When dealing with the trash
There's one thing I look forward to
Garbage disposal
The grease from the bacon is makin' me sick
Let's get rid of it before it gets too thick
Garbage disposal
A flip of the switch puts that glitch down the drain
The need to hear crashing of trash crushed in pain
Garbage disposal
Garbage disposal
You're making my nightmares cool
When dealing with the trash
There's one thing I look forward to
Garbage disposal, na na na
Garbage disposal, na na na
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4. |
This One
03:57
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Right now
It's just This One
That's our mission
It's our vision
Gonna make it
We'll make This One
We'll do good by
Jam incision
One morning, we woke up, and we met that day at noon
We made a pinky pact we'd finish This One soon
We wrote the riffs and beats, we thought we had a boon
We had no lyrics then, all we had was tune
(chorus)
We poured our heart and soul out into every note
All themes and ideas pitches, we first put to a vote
We changed the beat around and got our drummer's goat
But we could not decide the message we would tote
(chorus)
Mmm we get higher
Fulfill our desire
Get out from the mire
This riff is on fire
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Mmm raise your hands up! Come on cheer for us now! Let out a chant! Let me hear T-H-I! (T-H-I) S-O-N (S-O-N) E! That spells This One, you know that. Yeah, boy. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.
One day we realized the song was finally done
The lyrics wrote themselves from zero, zilch, zip, none
Without a lick of wit, the lyrics seemed so fun
Their sheer existence just left every member stunned
(chorus)
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5. |
The Peavey Song
00:14
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PEAVEY PEAVEY PEAVEY PEAVEY
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6. |
D. Boon's Daydream
02:58
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I’m with my friend and we’re swimming up a mountain
A forest fire burns before our eyes
I recognize it must be the OxyContin
And in a flash, my close amigo dies
Then I’m somewhere in the middle sitting kitty corner
From the edge of the seat where I stand
On a record machine, spinning out of control
Then I jump, oh where do I land?
I grab a twig and it turns into an eyelash
Bats itself, and I then take flight
I quickly crash in a pile of crabgrass
But it feels like a couch tonight
I stand up, brush my pants and take a gander around
And I seem to be in nowhere town.
As the bass clarinet flavored lollipop
Ponders the existence of nouns
I sprint away, looking for a pool of water
How messed up did I get my face?
I grab a broom, just like I was Harry Potter
Another hooligan joins the chase
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7. |
Hello/Goodbye
03:14
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Hello, hello, hello, my friend.
You've got a nice sense of humor.
I said, hello!
Hello, you're so good to me!
You noticed myself
You know I can't read that.
You gotta find yourself
You know you gotta drive away
I gotta come get you
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8. |
Long Train To Olympia
03:18
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I have no idea to be honest.
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9. |
Analiza
02:57
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When we first met, it hasn’t happened yet
But when I saw your name, my intrigue was whet
‘Cuz I thought that maybe you could be the one
The one who gives a shit about
What we play and who we are
Our very first fan from miles afar
I ask you, Analiza Valentin
To be my valentin.
You said some things, wanted to hear us sing
And when I saw your name, it damn well gave me wings
Our project was no longer just for fun.
‘Cause you’re way out there, behind the clouded air
And when I saw your name, I felt a heart might tear
If I found out you were not to be the one
The one who gives a shit about
Where we’re from and what we do
Whose only interest is Kim Chiu
I say to you, Analiza Valentin
Together we could win.
You say you’re under stress at bnvhs
But when I saw your name, I just knew, I just knew, how in check your priorities were
They may call me a nerd but I know, yes I know that I’m really a wreck
And I need someone, could you be someone
Could you be the one who makes me feel like
Someone gives a shit about
Our favorite color, favorite food
Whether style’s inspired by subject or mood
Whether or not our music is good
Give an honest opinion without being rude
Now don’t give me that attitude
I say to you, Analiza Valentin
You were my only friend.
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10. |
Arbny W.
00:35
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At the end of last year
I swore I would stop drinking water
On a dare
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11. |
BKP
04:33
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Blech.
Our mojo has been skewed by the missing drummer.
It would be much better but unfortunately the drummerhad to go to his drum lesson.
What he should know is that all good drummers don't need lessons.
Well, actually, no, I think most good drummers nowadays probably have lessons.
Maybe next time.
Earth to Ben, Earth to Ben
This is K to B
K to B
K to B
Hello!
We have you on radar!
You're approaching fast.
You might want to back off.
Over.
Over.
Over.
B, B, K calling you! C'mon!
A B Γ
A B Γ
A B Γ
A B Γ
Ω P
P K B
P K B
P K B B B B B
P, stop hogging the airwaves!
I'm trying to get to B!
I'm trying to get to B!
B! This is K!
This is our last message!
Please! Come in! For the love of...
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Groove machine
Corporate rock
Corporate rock
Garage band! (Ready, garage band!)
No records!
No trumpet!
No bananas!
No incentive!
No more!
Jolly Roger hanging on the wall
Demo tapes that won't be heard by all
Bus!
Repetitive riffs that kill the day
Nine-volt battery! Mariachi Nintendo!
(that's trademarked)
Corporate, corporate, corporate, corporate
'Cause in corporate rock...
In corporate rock...
There are a lot of things in corporate rock
That garage bands do not have
Like money, The Plains of Passage,
Like microphones, like a recording contract
Like a recording studio... it's called a microphone.
How do you expect us to get...
you can't even hear the words!
various corporate plugs
If we were to release this in the state it's in now, we'd likely get sued.
Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough.
Woohoo!
"That's the end of Corporate Rock, everybody!! Corporate rock!"
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