The most high tech one man band around, That 1 Guy, delivers astonishing performances, the reason for the cliché "not to be missed". This is the video for Mash, (produced by silo:6. www.silo6.com.au), a song off his album The Moon Is Disgusting, for sale at his website with his other Albums, Songs in the Key of Biotch and Let's hear That 1 Guy
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LYRICS:
Mash mash mashing
butt ugly, but it's clashing
like a rash
with all the passion at the bottomless pit
Pit boss picking, the lightbulbs we were licking
getting thicker if we bicker like a bon of a sitch
No more mowing, no other way of knowing
if we go the way we're going then we're glowing like this
Dead yet active, butt ugly, but attractive
understanding underpants
but never getting the gist
Last... and once again
and young and old and big and brash
and in control
a butter roll but just a dash
and whisper then
the secret kept a secret stash
they're coming in
so incomplete the income tax.
and now and then
and back and forth and slow and fast
and traded for
we traded in our crazy cash
and further more
and farther forward standing last
the future is...
the future doesn't know it's past
Blood bath bashing beneath
the teeth were gnashing
if we clown around down under
sounding loud like a fist
Sharp edge slashing
the ugly colors splashing
if we dance around the bun
surrounding thunder like this
Baked in batches we batten down
the hatches
matching all the matches
end to end and tip to tip
Lots of chances then breaking
all the branches
catching all the cats we can catch a cat nap
cat nip
Then...
we waited long, we waiting in
our waiting pants
the captain's log
the captain doesn't stand a chance
the captain says
while standing in his captain stance
he did this long
he did his little captain dance
and weighted down a heavy look, a lighter glance
and big and small it happened there
it's happenstance
on top again until we toppled over that
we understood
that under there was underpants
Big, bad, gorgeous,
we need a little more just hold your horses
joining forces 'till we's twice what we was
the sticks we're stacking
it's time to get it cracking
neither luck that we're lacking
back and forth like we tug
Favorite phrasing
the albums they were phasing
like the wicker they were raising way out deep in the sticks
Mash mash mashing
the fixtures that they're fixing
and the licks were eighty-sixing
till the end of the mix
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