Name: Get Set by Bahgo
Duration: 2 min 11 s
Description: 80's vibe.... but leaning a lot harder to the video game theme music with a polka type back beat.

Ignorant asshole
You're to blame
Big money wins in plastic gravy
Hello my sweet baby
Sorry for your biopsy
Lamb, chicken, or duck?
Tear a hole in plastic film
Tough to chew
Bedtime
Put away your Play-Doh
Yay, big boy
I'll put your feeding tube away
It's all over
Wrapped toys in Styrofoam
Death by Dow Chemical
Stop this bullshit
We can now have a new life in Kubodada
Sanctuary is ours
Whirring engines roar
Take your seat
Break all ties
Prepare for lift-off
Embrace our fate
Kubodada
Darkness shatters light
Wonder, joy, and fright
Bending in this realm
Holding to our helm
Senses work no more
Still we journey forth
Floating weightless
Gaining consciousness
Vision focus slowly returned
Contams must stay home
Nontams free to roam
Civil war ensues
Neo-Cat is true
Kiss your loved ones now
Keep them behind
They cannot leave
Tiger growl, bee buzz
Seeker of dark black magic
Trouble now hooves make scrape
Wormhole, little black dog
Bark at Neo-Cat Moon
Savior of our lives
Keep us safe from ourselves
Don't run from all we love
Kubodada
Save me from our selfish greed and pain
Give me hope and let me try again
Pity those who did their best on Earth
Lend your wisdom to the few of worth
I devote my honor to Kubodada
Give a sense of purpose
Needed to carry on
We move to Kubodada land
Dig new earth with our own hands
And Neo-Cat Moon smiles on our new home
While those left behind all cry
While their children all die
We can't pretend to be happy
Plastic filled our water
Air no longer clear
Hatred spread among us
Rumors spreading fear
Neo-Cat Moon, hear us
Please give sympathy
We will serve your wishes
If you can set us free
Don't go
Stay home
Don't believe
Neo-Cat fooled us
Hear my plea
Prisons torture
Please beware
Kubodada is not here
Head down to ground
Build your defenses
Neo-Cat Moon will be there soon
We must all now fight like hell
First-year birthday cake
Lucky boy
Third-year iron lung
Plastic
Can't you see what we have all done?
Why did we pollute our home?

Kubodada

Asian James Bond J-poppy......this one's all over the place....

Psychojibber

4 Eyes 1 Neck

A Small Journey

The Flight Back Home

The Flight Back home

Good for a slow motion or long pan shot that takes place in a dark club... it's also got a heavy reggae Dub vibe to it! Kevin Martin / The Bug / Curse of the Golden Vampyre winks at you from across the room...

Bitr

Speak and Spell

This is the kind of music that reminds you of your childhood. You were wearing shorts with no pockets, so you held $5.00 in quarters inside your mouth.... walking into an arcade and hearing those deafening sound(s) of all the arcade games playing at once, it was heaven. If you were lucky enough, the arcade would have an ice cream booth, so the arcade would smell like waffle cones;  mine did.

Yeuda Industries

80's vibe.... but leaning a lot harder to the video game theme music with a polka type back beat.

Get Set

Game on.... sounds like a 70's TV game show or a kids video game -  not a teen / adult game... fun, whimsical, non threatening... this also has foreign sound -like it could be some weird dance track in a bar in Mexico -  complete with slightly overweight women who have poured themselves into their tight dresses, but you could stick quarters into the rolls of fat that are jutting out from their sides.... we call them spare tires here in America - over there, they might be called Llantas.....

Game on

Game On

Every time I think of you, I just throw up. 
Every note I wrote for you has been ripped up 
and every cup of milk I poured has chipped my cup. 
Every time I think of you, I just grow up. 
Cuz you don’t see all the hope you stole from me; filthy me. 
You don’t see disappointed dreams in me; filthy me. 
All the words I’ve written have melted away. 
All my wishful thinking has turned to drinking. 
All the dreams I’ve made up were plucked from my head. 
All the nice things I said are sad things lying. 
Filthy me; I signed my name with coal again. 
Filthy me; I never will be whole again. 
Clean me up. Make me shiny. 
Big nick, you crushed my dreams
and left my screams in your house. 
You tucked away what's left of me 
and hung on a tethered rope 
my every hope to fall down. 
I can’t get back the loss in me but 
No more; no more; no more; no more. 
Filthy little kid; don’t give into happiness. 
Filthy little kid; don’t give us your happiness. 
Well, that’s enough for you but not enough for anyone. 
Yeah, that’s enough for you but not enough for anyone. 
You filthy kid; stupid kid; think that u might get something good; 
someone might kiss you good night. 
You’re a filthy kid, stupid kid; think that u you might get something good; 
you're no-good. Turn out the light
this Merry Christmas; 
Merry Merry Christmas.  
Wishes come this time of year. 
Merry Christmas; 
Merry Merry Christmas. 
Wishes fade this time of year. 
Gone; all gone; gone; all gone; gone 
on Christmas day.

Filthy

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LSD-lined placenta, routine childhood beatings, and cartoons with the babysitter immediately before heading off to school... my music is a truthful reflection of my youth and a subconscious need to prove my worthwhile mocking the pretentiousness of others. Darkness, obnoxious sarcasm, and attention deficit disorder find their way into even the happiest of songs.

Get Set

Bahgo

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