I’m gettin’ swallowed by a bitch constrictor
A bitch constrictor

When I met her I didn’t know she got hooks
Accompanied by her spicy looks
Feminine wiles for both my heads
Destruction and terror in her stead

She twirl me around like a tortellini
Got me thinkin’ with my coney island weenie
My brain feels like a tetrazzini
It’s no fair you big meanie

Before I know it – she’s up to my foot
Before I know it – she’s up to my leg
Before I know it – she’s up to my knee
Before I know it – she up to my

I’m gettin’ swallowed by a bitch constrictor
A bitch constrictor

Before I know it – she’s up to my waist
Before I know it – she’s up to my belly
Before I know it – she’s up to my ribs
Before I know it – she up to my chest

I gotta get loose before it’s too late
Sealed and delivered is my fate
Can’t get rid of her like something that I ate
Please god let me emancipate

The light is fading from my face
Perfume burns my eyes like mace
Titties was the cause of my fall from grace
I get trapped up in that special place

Before I know it – she’s up to my neck
Before I know it – she’s up to my face
Before I know it – I’m over my head
Before I know it – she up to my

I’m gettin’ swallowed by a bitch constrictor
A bitch constrictor

Funk by greatFox
All music and vocals by Todd Guilmette
Mixed by Todd Guilmette in 2013.
Mastered by Tim Boyce at The Sound Design, NYC.
www.greatfox.org

Bitch Constrictor

Don't Take A Right
Don't go through the drive through
You'll die in the drive through!
Your epitaph will be
He died in the drive through!

More beatboxing by the Fox.
No loops, no editing, no loopstation, just overdubs.  Pure vocal performance.
www.greatfox.org

Copyright 2013 by Todd Guilmette

greatFox beatBox - Don't Take A Right

Funky white boy hip-hop.

greatFox
PLAYING HARD TO GET (THE D)
 
(I'm gonna drop the F bomb right off the bat--)

Fuck I don’t give - I don’t give a fuck
Fuck I don’t give - I don’t give a fuck fuck

I don't wanna hide myself to get these other guys to have some kinda feelings bout me
I don’t wanna change my body and the way that I get naughty just to have a party
I’m not gonna kiss your ass even if you fuckin ask just to get some nookie
Pinky twinkie with a horse hung dinkie looky looky whaddaya want, a cookie?

I’m not feeling any better with a diaper and some leather when we get together
I don’t feel any connection even though we have erection while we use protection
If you can’t get to my mind you’re not giving me the sign I don’t have the time
This shit is not what it seems I’ma bail from the scene I don’t need the peen

Trying to act a little coy delicate boy toy what a fuckin ploy
Get a little bit excited don't fight it if you got a smoke better light it
Trying to get up in the crack but I hit em in the sac ain’t no talkin back
Now you go into a rage when I go to disengage fuckin act your age!

It might be all about the chase and a little bit of grace but I want a taste
Haven't had it in so long even if we get along I just want the dong
Got me up against the wall till we get the last call damn I want it all
You could hump me like a rabbit you faggot lemme have it dagnabbit

Don't look em in the eyes - We're playin hard to get
Give em the cold shoulder - We're playin hard to get
Look all nonchalant - We're playin hard to get
Lead em around like a dog - We're playin hard to get
Just string them along - We're playin hard to get
I ain’t buyin you a drink - We're playin hard to get
Who the hell is this now? - We're playin hard to get
Slap em around like a pimp - We're playin hard to get

Now my body's all tight and it feels alright we can go all night
I'm not even that drunk it'll be a slam dunk if you got the spunk
I make it deep no lie I wanna hear you cry before we say goodbye
I wanna see you shuffle while we do the body  snuffle luvvle nuzzle

Bobbin up and up and down makin little mouse sounds like an ass clown
On your hands and your knees let me have the dick please baby baby please
Now he’s humping on my leg but before I lick the eggs better clean the smeg!
Don't you dare let it drop if you take it to the top you better not stop

Written by Todd Guilmette. on 5/22/14.
Original track produced in 2014.
Mastered by Tim Boyce at The Sound Design, NYC.
Copyright 2014 by Todd Guilmette.

Playin Hard To Get (I Don't Give An F)

He was a castaway he was a castaway he was driven out
He was a castaway he never fit in he was driven out he was driven out
Sat by the ocean waves he felt the ocean waves salty spray
Sat by the ocean waves he felt the salty spray under the thunder of the crashing spray

Strange the siren’s call and the cold embraces
Strange the darkness howls and calls to him with its cold embraces
He tries not to answer the voice but the draw is strong
He tries but the old man shrieks from his floating bones the voice is strong

From his mind he leaps and falls onto the ragged rocks
From his mind he leaps and flies and dashes his bones on the ragged rocks
An electric jolt and the lightning strikes and fades
An electric jolt and the trident strikes with a flash and then it fades away

And then time passes in an instant to the end of things
And then time passes until the end of the universe and all things
Everything that he loves and hates will be as one
Everything that he loves and hates will collapse on each other and be as one

And then he turns his back on the stars and the snarling cries
He turns his back on the stars and the beast with the lustrous eyes and the snarling cries
He stops frozen in his tracks and the wind stops blowing
He stops frozen in his mind his thoughts and the tracks and the wind stops blowing

And then he runs and leaps and falls onto the ragged rocks!
And then he leaps and flies and smashes and dashes his bones on the ragged rocks!
An electric jolt and the lightning strikes and fades
An electric jolt and the trident strikes with a flash and then it fades away

And the pieces and the pieces are all fallen
And the pieces and the pieces and the pieces are all fallen

Strange the demon’s call and his warm embraces
Strange the darkness howls and calls to him with its warm embraces
He tries not to answer the voice but the draw is strong
He tries but the old man screaming from his floating bones he can’t stand it for long

Written by Todd Guilmette
Copyright 2016 by Todd Guilmette
Mastered by Tim Boyce at The Sound Design, NYC.
10/9/16

Leftovers

Pieces Falling

Cut our heads off
We can’t be like the savages
Cut the heads off
We can’t look like the savages
We are special, we are ordained
We have to show we are the chosen

I just want him to
Look just like his father
I am saved so
I want him to be too

Can’t have too much pleasure
We can’t let them delight
The only worldly pleasure’s
In heaven’s splendid light

Cut our heads off
We can’t be like the savages
Cut the heads off
We can’t look like the savages
We are special, we are ordained
We have to show we are the chosen

I just want her to
Feel just like her mother
I want her to be saved
So I can be too

She can’t have too much pleasure
We can’t let her delight
The only worldly pleasure’s
In my birthing rights

Cut our heads off
We can’t be like the savages
Cut their heads off
We can’t look like the savages
We are special, we are ordained
We have to show we are the chosen

Written by Todd Guilmette
Mixed at the Fox Den
Refreshed and remastered in 2021.
Copyright 2018 by Todd Guilmette
1/21/18

The Chosen

Americans are the trend setters
Witty memes and cute little sound bites
Innocuous cheap pop culture
Little crumbs of tasty delights

Americans have to be different
To proclaim their individuality
Man buns and pretentious fashions
But they all look the same to me!

They only thank you how they want to thank you
They only thank you so much
They can’t decide how they want to thank you
So they always thank you so much

Americans have to keep up appearances
Slacktivism and bumper stickers
Neck beards and post grunge hipsters
Fake lumberjack city slickers

Americans have to feel special
Baby names that scream inanity
Safe spaces and poor hurt feelings
Makes me question all humanity

Chorus

Americans are so very lazy
Indifferent smug passivity
A lackadaisical code of decorum
What the fuck happened to propriety

Americans have no sense of courtesy
You could be a waitress serving luncheon
And they’ll thank you exactly the same as
If you saved their family from certain destruction

Written by Todd Guilmette
Mixed by Todd at the Fox Den, Philly.
Refreshed and remastered in 2021.
Copyright 2018 by Todd Guilmette
7/18/18

Thank You So Much

You think you’re special and exceptional
Only your opinion is acceptable
You’ll learn a hard lesson before too long
The more you think you’re right the more you’re wrong

You dismiss out of hand cause you think it’s dumb
You’ll never understand where they’re coming from
You have to talk about it and think it through
So get out of your space and you’ll see it too

Get out of your safe space

There’s more than one religion for you
There’s more than one world vision for you
The meaning of life is here on this Earth
The life that you live is what it’s worth
 
If you never get out and see all you can see
You’ll never know what this life can be
There’s more in the world than what’s in your view
So get out of your space and do something new

Get out of your safe space

Experience what you can when you can get involved and get deep even without a plan
Experience different races and faces you can drive and fly and see so many places
Experience all the foods girls and dudes you can play you can dance if you stay on the move
Experience your life fearlessly and soon you’ll find comfort in uncertainty

Written by Todd Guilmette
Mixed at the Fox Den, Philly
Mastered by Arjan Rietvink in Baarn, Netherlands.
Copyright 2017 by Todd Guilmette
2/27/17

Safe Space

Well he brought the…
Animals out of their rotten core
He riled up emotions he promised you more
Guaranteed your safety by his own ends
But you can’t bomb people and make them your friends

He’s the TV magician, pulling peace out his hat
With more and more guns and perpetual combat
A war that never ends with the enemy de jour
Destruction is final and mutually assured

Everyone is our enemy, that’s what he said!
Militant guerillas hiding under my bed
Oh where’s my big rifle, I mean my widdle binkie
He made me so scared I think I made a stinkie

You ignorant fools, you’ve been taken for rides
Could not see the danger that lingers inside
All the lofty ideals and the trickle-down hope
But they didn’t give you gold, they just gave you a rope

(Chorus)
This is what you get when you sleep on your rights
We all lose the fight you got nothing to say
This is what you get for your complacency
Cut down easily you’ve got nothing to say
This is what you get cause you didn’t come out
You get punched in the mouth you got nothing to say
This is the world that you pushed aside
Better open up wide you got nothing to say

You sat this one out said it can’t affect me
I got a good job, I’m protected, you’ll see
Way up on the food chain, I’ll always make-do
It’s a matter of time ‘til they get down to you

You just pout in the corner a petulant child
While your rights are stolen your person defiled
Maybe next time you’ll wake up before it’s too late
Fight for what you love and not what you hate

Chorus

Your first draft pick lost and yeah that’s a shame
You quit when the other team’s still playing the game
And just when you took your eyes off the ball
That’s when you noticed that they screwed us all

I’m sure you’ll be stunned when you’re not at the top
With the King on his throne with his power non stop
You’ll be with the people here at the bottom
While he laughs in your face and says damn we sure got ‘em

(Chorus)

Well this is a brave new world that we have to live in
I wish I could say that I share your optimism
I guess we will all find out what happens at the end of the day
But I won’t say any more because I have nothing left to say.

Written by Todd Guilmette
Mixed at the Fox Den, Philly
Refreshed and remastered in 2021.
Copyright 2016 by Todd Guilmette
11/10/16

FOXBAR - Foxed Up Beyond All Recognition

Nothing to Say

Well look at you – you believed that you were safe
You thought this sort of thing would never happen to you here
You should have known – this place is rotten to its core
And now all the things you loved are now all the things you fear

All the protections – that you had under rule of law
Vanished into the ether like all of our lofty dreams
There are no guarantees – we are slaves to our passions
Violence and terror rule when god goes mainstream

You gonna hide but
They’re gonna find us anyway so
Look back and look back alone
Look back and look back alone

First they took your dignity – they made you second class
One by one your rights are gone they whittled them away
They made you an animal – in invisible iron shackles
Your essence made illegal no matter what you say

You can’t fight it – the majority has ruled
The few will always suffer for another man’s offense
You’re a victim - of someone’s deeply held beliefs
Trapped in tent city behind concertina fence

You gonna hide but
They’re gonna find us anyway so
Look back and look back alone
Look back and look back alone

Written by Todd Guilmette
Synthesizer sounds entirely made with Vacuum Pro.
Assembled in FL Studio and mixed in Pro Tools with Brainwerks, Slate and Izotope.
Mixed and refreshed in 2021, and mastered at the Fox Den
Copyright 2019 by Todd Guilmette.
1/21/19

FOXBAR - FOXed up Beyond All Recognition

Look Back Alone

I’m sorry, was there something that I missed?
Somebody is yelling and they’re really pissed
All I did is sneak a little kiss
And now I feel a barrage of fists
 
Well it feels like it’s your birthright
And it’s only natural to put up a fight
I’m sick of hiding myself in plain sight
We’re past the point of being polite
 
I never stuck my head between your sheets
I’ve no designs to appropriate your seat
I never once threatened your fatherland
Why should I change to meet your demands?
I never stole your dinner from your plate
I never wished to be the object of your hate
No man can invalidate another man
I don’t understand (I’m taking a stand) (Fuck your demands)
I was only holding hands
 
Feels like we’ve been singing the same song
Never thought we’d be singing it for so long
Better check your privilege cos it’s not wrong
To want something you’ve enjoyed all along
 
You will never change my pedigree
With your ruthless religious bigotry
Yes we can just agree to disagree
Just as long as you have the same rights as me
  
Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
Copyright 2019 by Todd Guilmette
9/20/19

None yet

Holding Hands

We all feel it in our bones and far too long we’ve known
We’ll have to eat the terrible seeds we’ve sown
We pray that our hero appears and they somehow persevere
And god will sort it all out so we don’t have to fear
But as forests burn for beef to feed insatiable teeth
And the rain washes away to the sand underneath
As our prayers go unheard entwined our fates interred
Smoke fills your lungs and you breathe your last word
Maybe god will save your soul?

Well the war demons grow near and the diplomats hide in fear
As the masses drown in sorrows the machine sheds no tears
And we pray the men will do right and will suddenly see the light
And god will bless our forces and we’ll win the fight
As the rockets devour the sky the children shriek and cry
No one can hide from the fire no matter how they try
As our prayers go unheard entwined our fates interred
The sword splits your throat and you breathe your last word
Maybe god will save your soul?

Well the stores record their last sale and the seeds wither and fail
Our bold schemes and designs come to no avail
And we pray that the flowers will bloom but the end of the season looms
And god will bless our crops and spare us from doom
But as fungus devours our fields and kills the smallest of yields
And your hunger shows you just how far you can kneel
As our prayers go unheard entwined our fates interred
Starvation steals your body and you breathe your last word
Maybe god will save your soul?

Well the lands are barren and used destroyed and fatally bruised
Our complete and total failure cannot be excused
And we pray that the fruits return for the lesson we finally learned
Please give us another chance before the last of it burns
But as the last few creatures die without even knowing why
The last man’s lust for greed could not be satisfied
As our prayers go unheard entwined our fates interred
As people eat your flesh and you breathe your last word
Maybe god will save your soul?

And as we all sit back and observe and no one can get up the nerve
We will all succumb to exactly the fate we deserve
We must all be swift and bold and stop our quest for gold
Because beyond our delicate Earth there is nothing but cold
Only we can save our souls.

Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
Copyright 2019 by Todd Guilmette.
12/4/2019

Apex

They’re in your TV                            	They’re on your phone
They’ll have your blind faith        	And you ain’t alone
They’re in your family                     	What’s near and dear
They know your rage                     	And what you fear
They come for your burgers and your apple pie
They come for your votes while you stand by
They come for your daughter (Chuck) and they come for your sons
They’ll have your loyalty before they’re done

You don’t have to run     		You don’t have to fight
You just have to dance   		And rock all night
Get you some vodka       		Now drink it up
If you ain’t had enough 		Get a bigger cup

They want your babies                   	They want your car
They’ve got your money               	They gave it to the Tsar
They want your Jesus                     	They want your name
They run your politics                     	Like it’s a game
They fire your emotions and your baser needs
Let out your inner animal and see where it leads
Just let out your rage and let your flag fly proud
Have faith in all your leaders and let’s all get plowed

You don’t have to run     		You don’t have to fight
You just have to dance   		And rock all night
Get you some vodka       		Now drink it up
You ain’t had enough     		Bottoms up!

Well they played you like a fiddle because they know your tone
Your voice of doubt is loudest when you’re all alone
They divide you by numbers while you fight your fellow man
While you’re running round in circles without a plan

They fire your emotions and your baser needs
Let out your inner animal and see where it leads
Just let out your rage and let your flag fly proud
Have faith in all your leaders and let’s all get plowed

You don’t have to run     		You don’t have to fight
You just have to dance   		And rock all night
Get you some vodka       		Now drink it up
You ain’t had enough     		Here we go again!

Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
7/17/19

The Russians Are Coming

I woke up this morning and I’m lying all alone
There’s something very wrong with me and I can feel it in my bones
I refuse to play this game of life with the cards I’ve been dealt
I know I’ll never love myself unless I am somebody else

There’s no need to check your prescription exaggerate a little fiction
Embrace your favorite affliction and dance your way out of your constriction

There’s nobody that can stop me baby - I’m an automatic fox
You’re gonna see what only I’ve been able to see
Only the truth inside will set me free - I’m an automatic fox
You’re gonna see what I’ve been hiding deep inside of me
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 I’m an automatic fox

The tail is growing longer from right between my legs
I feel the burning hunger it’s no use to try and beg
Now the fur is turning colors I just can’t stop it now
Why go against your nature?  Don’t wanna stop it anyhow

There’s no need to check your prescription exaggerate a little fiction
Embrace your favorite affliction and dance your way out of your constriction

There’s nobody that can stop me baby - I’m an automatic fox
You’re gonna see what only I’ve been able to see
Only the truth inside will set me free - I’m an automatic fox
You’re gonna see what I’ve been hiding deep inside of me
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 I’m an automatic fox

OwO OwO OwO What’s this?

Written by Todd Guilmette
Produced and arranged by Todd Guilmette at The Fox Den.
Mixed by Fab Dupont at Flux Studios, NYC, live on the PureMix "Mix Fix" livestream.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
3/20/20

Automatic Fox

I should be feeling something more than I am today
It’s like I’m just an actor in someone else’s play
Let’s open our eyes and stop ourselves right away
I think that you just might be feeling the exact same way

You don’t have to say that you love me
Because I know that you don’t even mean it
Let’s just be good friends

We’re at a turning point and it’s time to decide
If we’re gonna take it any further or just turn the tides
It’s obvious to me that we’ll never be satisfied
But let no one say we didn’t give it the old college try

You don’t have to say that you love me
Because I know that you don’t even mean it
Let’s just be good friends

It’s not a mark upon ourselves, nothing to answer for
There’s no need to be embarrassed, no one’s keeping score
Neither one conceded victory, for this is not a war
And we should help each other set sail for fairer shores

Let’s preserve our dignity lest we become a tortured rose
Coz we both know in this world there’s way too many of those

Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
Copyright 2020 by Todd Guilmette
4/28/20

Good Friends

I don’t know where to go but I’m making my escape
The sun is shining but I can’t make out any shapes
The colors are running, it’s much too fast to see
I can feel the hands grabbing but no one’s catching me

I’m running back because I think I’ve gone too far
It’s not a place to reach even in the fastest car
I got to travel back, find something that was lost
Gonna feel just like it was no matter what the cost

I wanna go back I wanna go back home
I wanna go back back where I belong

It’s time to push ahead but I left it all behind
I got to open my eyes for whatever I might find
But I remember what it was, I saw it in my sleep
And there’s still work to do and promises to keep

Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
Artwork by Mik Petter
Copyright 2020 by Todd Guilmette
5/24/20

TBD.....

Wanna Go Back

You look at it, you taste it
You don't like it, you can't erase it
You ignore it, it doesn't stop it
You can burn it all, but you can't take it with you

You try it hide it but it doesn't go away
The things you do and the things you say
You can move yourself way up on the hill
You'll never get high enough to get your fill
Your benevolence is trickling down
I can see it in the fires burning 'round town
You say this is all for prosperity's sake
I don't know how much more of this I can take

You'll always find tools to scream
To wave the signs and cheer your team
They think they'll all be rich one day
But the rabbit always keeps one step away
You need us more than we need you
You believe all the that lies you say are true
The world will just keep spinning apace
Without your perfect shining face

You look at it, you taste it
You don't like it, you can't erase it
You ignore it, it doesn't stop it
You can burn it all, but you can't take it with you

You're looking for yourself
But you won't find anything
No you won't find anything
You won't find anything

You. will. never. ever. make. us. go. away.

Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
Copyright 2020 by Todd Guilmette
8/28/20

You Can't Take It With You

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but something’s very wrong
I hardly hear the birds singing anymore
I’m waiting for the forest to give another breath
But we might have already heard the last one yet

After decades of ruthless continuous abuse
All our best computer models disgracefully fail
No one can predict the weather anymore
And we haven’t the faintest clue of what’s in store

We don’t have the means to see what we’ve done
We’ll never have the knowledge to fully comprehend
I fear it’s far worse than we can predict
And everything might be far beyond what we can fix

It’s always been our greatest disgrace
Our most precious lands and brilliant life
Guarded by those least willing to protect
Poached and pillaged until nothing is left

No it wouldn’t bother me because it’s what we deserve
If we alone perished by our own hands
But we’ll take everything on Earth with us as we all fall
After us there will be nothing left at all

I want to do something but I’m swaddled by fear
As I hope beyond hope that it won’t affect me here
We cannot replace what we have lost
But if we don’t do everything no matter the cost…

All bets are off

Written, arranged, and composed by Todd Guilmette at the Fox Den.
Mixed by Mark Abrams.
Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden.
Copyright 2020 by Todd Guilmette
Written 10/15/2020

All Bets Are Off

It's the Perfect Pop Song.

Written by Todd Guilmette/Chad Wilkinson
All sounds by Todd.
Guitar by Chad.
Mixed on Pro Tools using Slate plugins.
Mastered by Tim Boyce at The Sound Design, NYC.
Copyright 2013 by Todd Guilmette

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The Perfect Pop Song

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