Enter the Goob interpreted by Tropic of Cancer/The Soft Moon. An imaginary collaboration by Greg Bengtson/Rogue. Original -> https://soundcloud.com/titmandoo/the-laden-crop-chapter-2-burst <-

Gooby

A little tune made under the influence of sweet Victorian air and chock full of fond memories.

Lou's Manifest (Drift Away)

The Maiden's Voyage

Songs for People Who Feel They Aren't Going Anywhere by People Who Feel They Aren't Going Anywhere

~Baying for Love~

~Alpha Approved~

~Betrothed~

~In Heat~
When I'm feeling kinda down, got a little frown
you're who I come to, when I'm feeling blue
give me your schlong...I'm in need of the dong
I'm in need of the dong
open right up for you
Gotcha!

~Deeds~

Saddle Up Parson - Baying For Love

~6 Feet& Twain~
Ooooh, ooh ooh... six feet and twain

~Wex~
I'd so call for you...I know not of what I've done
it's not so bad, I'd find my dad, not so bad
I have found my dad...not so bad
go and found my way out

~Mush Heads~

~We're Kinda Sick~
This little song of yours will take me to the end of my hours...on this day
thank you for being in a way so close to me

Saddle Up Parson - Kill Me

~Daddy Go~
Daddy it's so hard
hard, whoa
daddy do I need you back
daddy, daddy go

~Lion's Milk~
Hey pappa lion man, got a plan
let's go out to play...I wanna tug on your mane daddy
(mama I don't want chur tits)
go for a ride on your back
it's a jungle out there baby
I can call you that, right pa?
(your milks no good around here no more, it's gone sour)
I'm so alone in mah mind

~Dark Trials~
he is but a little prairie's lad, didn't ask to save the earth
but a partner makes the greater good in an otherwise barren land
he longs to feel the bristle, the saddle again
when they are one the whole is saved
don his spurs and ride the day

but your horse is gone, Parson's horse is gone
Parson there's no time, Parson get your horse back or it will die
Parson's horse gonna die/it will die!
HE'S DOOMED

~Rauncher Dew~
Home well, Parson makes dew with a horse
he loves with daily, pats him maybe on the dong/mane

Ah my friend, I'm so glad you're here now, safe and sound
so that we may rest in an internal slumber for the rest of our days
surely this is heaven and I could be no happier than with you

Thank you my love
these have been the warmest times I've shared in years
and I can see now that it's only just begun

Saddle Up Parson - Beastial

~Feelin' Gay~

~Fuckwit~
I have fallen into a well of intrigue and sorrow
this body aches a soreness one only knows by losing himself
in the murky deeps
this shocking reserve can't sustain me
I fall further into a daze
memories fly by
and spinning out of control
I see on a hundred different television sets
all my fears and all my failues
flashbacks to soup and sandwiches on a lusty Saturday
the automated sprinkler dousing us all
I remember falling into a well of intrigue and sorrow
down to Grandma's place on a lusty Saturday morning
I remember feeling so in love that day
and here I am now, falling into a well
of intrigue and sorrow
but I do not feel that love
I feel a cold, dark miserable stench is upon us
and I can sniff it so clearly
Grandma, are you here now with me?
Grandma, it is I, Slug

~Grandma~

~Filthsteed~
Now here's a story I've never told
of men still boys whose shame is bold
may it never reach their wives, it goes

they bareback ride on lumpy dunes
they couldn't outrun the sun, cold evening came
hungry and lost, he offered his cause
said I'll out perform your most impressive steed 
and provide milk for a feast
he got down, down on his knees
and said I'll out-milk your most impressive steed

~Dun Do~
Leaving me thankful for what each man is given to them
...delicious feast here under the stars...
...fresh milk for our coffee in the morning...
sleep well

~The Filthy Wolf~
Well now lend me your ears and we'll get wild like hogs into the trough
slobber on my ride and partner the handsome wolf
buttered my wife's load fresh baked and hot 
clamp down and tear in, don't give her time to cool
well porridge on the plains does weird things to a man
as he gave me the left hook, turned around
and I knew he had only just begun

come here you weasel my love is blind
it tastes so good I suppose you've caught my attention
greased up on porridge, sweet mother's glue
this union's instinctual, my judgement says yes
I see cooperation and many years of cum

well now that boy's appetite just couldn't be quenched
ain't that right

nobody knows it better than you

sweet Slug you spicy whiskey dream
its a wonder that your wife can handle even the 
smallest gulp of what you're distilling
I'm the barrista of the quarry and I desire supply of your stock
I appreciate your kitchen requires a lot of you
but I'm in a good position to wait as long as it takes
butter that honey's lo-fat bacon, haa
clamp down the terrier
finish up, we've got work to do

~Somewheres~

Saddle Up Parson - Porridge On The Plains

Midnight Lou

Youth Lagoon covers Rihanna, by Greg Bengtson