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TV Girl - Not Allowed (slowed + intro)

Watch This Liquid Pour Itself

Mother Nature's Bitch

DELTARUNE Chapter 2 (Original Game Soundtrack)

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A

Wild Heart

You Broke My Heart

THIS REMIX CONTAINS LOUD NOISES
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Friday Night Funkin': Lullaby Mod - Monochrome (Mike Geno Remix)

Birds In The Ground

The Voice Of Music

April Fools

Icicles

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Sightless now, from far reaching grin
Volatile violin, a welcome break in
Legion of kingpin with fists to my chin

Freak kingdom
Where you can hide in the love
Punched in the face by a boxing glove 
Sitting all alone with yourself void of
Spit and you cuss, but never dispose of
(x2)

Rough in the middle
Soft around the edges
Real handsome pledges
Hundred mile mental fetches
Never got the stick and now I’m hanging off the ledges

Freak kingdom
Where you can hide in the love
Punched in the face by a boxing glove 
Sitting all alone with yourself void of
Spit and you cuss, but never dispose of
(x2)

Sometimes dread really spreads with enough spiritual bloodshed
But life is a pimp that smacks me around
You’re a liar if you think you can stop it
Surrender to the drift or keep flip flopping

Freak kingdom
Where you can hide in the love
Punched in the face by a boxing glove 
Sitting all alone with yourself void of
Spit and you cuss but never dispose of

love is a place to hide

Every day I play with fire 
Two dungeons deep
I’m wrapped in barbed wire 
I’m in my worst attire 
Just a balancing act
A personality ransack
A personality ransack 

Only way to keep it alive is to kill it 
Plant a new seed, soon be contaminated 
Doing something right
If you’re always being hated 
Blow it up big 
Just to watch it get deflated 
Nobody gives a fuck
What your crying ass thinks 
Nothing in this world 
Is ever going to be in sync 
10 years gone, before you get to blink 
Running through the grassland 
Or sinking in the stink 

I already heard the spiel 
Run from the wheel 
Way you conceal is unreal 
Cold as clay, cold like steel 
Personality ransack 
A psychic steal 

Only way to keep it alive is to kill it 
Plant a new seed, soon be contaminated 
Doing something right
If you’re always being hated 
Blow it up big 
Just to watch it get deflated 
Nobody gives a fuck
What your crying ass thinks 
Nothing in this world 
Is ever going to be in sync 
10 years gone, before you get to blink 
Running through the grassland 
Or sinking in the stink

Personality Ransack

Maybe it’s the the way the wind gusts 
A fairytale covered in rust 
Disgusted by everything discussed 
A boiling hot pot of mistrust 
A bridge with a troll beneath 
Impersonating god 
A reflex caught within my essence 
Louder than applause 
Ballet of bitch 
Twirling north to south on my spirit 
Adding weight I’ve never felt
Choking on a seatbelt 
A refined and classic kick in the ass

It’s the warlords kiss kiss on the forehead 
Busy brained liar 
With an eighth and a rewire 
A sip from the deep fryer 
Master justifier
Cant find the way home 

Rather be floating along the river 
Through the fog 
Listen to the late night sound of the frogs
No monologue, shut the fuck up 
Filled to the top, with pressure in my cup 
So much earth to find 
Not much room to dig 
Dig faster than an oil rig 
Dash so quick from the inner pig 
The city shrieks loud 
With an ear splitting call 
I’m on a wooden peg leg 
I sunk the eight ball 

It’s the warlords kiss kiss on the forehead 
Busy brained liar 
With an eighth and a rewire 
A sip from the deep fryer 
Master justifier
Cant find the way home 
(x2)
 
The party and the people getting older
Mother land getting colder 
100 pounds on my right shoulder 
Ugly in the eye of the beholder 

It’s the warlords kiss on the forehead

The Kiss

That’s a nice piece of bread.
How much are you selling?
How far have you tread?
Better be aware 
Better watch your head 
Don’t wanna be around 
When the stain starts to spread 

The scattered remains 
Of former F 
I put em to rest, lock em in the chest 
I dispose of every pest 
By force I digest the Wild West 
Lately I’m on damage control 
I’m the clean up crew 
The therapeutic stroll 
But my disturbance is out on parole 
I know that bitch is coming back 
Crack an egg in the alley 
Chewing in the sewer 
Open up my lids and I’m not really on the skewer 
Like a corrupt castle in the air 
Got you testing out the fall or pulling out your hair (x2)

That’s a nice piece of bread 
How much are you selling?
How far have you tread?
Better be aware 
Better watch your head 
Don’t wanna be around 
When the stain starts to spread 

Mother of god 
We’ve never met
But tell me why my souls in debt 
I’ll listen close
Display the threat
I’ll make sure I never forget 
Penalty kill, I’m defending 
Body’s shattered 
Brain is bending 
I get power, like a generator 
Brawl through the tar 
And it makes me greater
Crack an egg in the alley 
Chewing in the sewer 
Open up my lids and I’m not really on the skewer 
Like a corrupt castle in the air 
Got you testing out the fall or pulling out your hair (x2)

This is my blasé opera 
Divine to my spine 
I got the best of both worlds 
A swan and a swine

Castle In The Air

Poison oak sprout
No drug, no drink, no smoke 
I’m south; the only way to get out
Trudging through a spiritual drought
Find the time or have yourself a fine time 
Get in line or hit your prime 
At a distance find an untroubled chime 

Emotional crammer, everything at one time 
Agonizing glamour, fall behind or I climb 
All that I can make out 
A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain 
Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane 

The days are moving so fast 
Depressing perspective 
But attitudes remain vast 
By dime humans made stay harassed 
Concentrating on the forecast 
While heaps of life in the moment become the past

All that I can make out 
A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain 
Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane

Poison Oak

Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Pt. 3

My Romance

I Saw An Angel

dc snuff film / waste yrself

falling in love

Loveless

When You Sleep

Panic

Poodle Hat

Angry White Boy Polka

Track three of twelve taken from the EP 'Fiction'. 

We recommend this title for people interested in the likes of Sunny Day Real Estate, Dinosaur Jr., Speedy Ortiz and Cat Power. Emo // Sub-Pop Records early 90's vibes. 

'Known Weed Smoker' was originally released by Pope through Community Records (USA) on both digital format and physical cassette tape on 10/11/2013. 

'Fiction' was originally released by Pope through Funeral Sounds (USA) on both digital format and physical mediums such as vinyl and cassette on 10/03/2015. 

Both records were then merged and released in the UK on digital formats and exclusive physical cassette tape by Hail Hail Records on 18/11/2016 under the serial number - Hail Hail Records HHR-POP-001. 

"In this dysfunctional process they create a record that is altogether nostalgic while all the while innovative. Their comfort in playing around with confusing dichotomy is evident in songs like “Will Taylor” and “Bug”; fluid rhythms, whispered vocals and melodic confidence allow Pope the space to be referential while, for lack of better term, groovy." - Funeral Sounds (US). 

Contact Pope directly, over at - popeband.bandcamp.com

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