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A studio session with The Dead Milkmen, recorded live at WXPN in Philadelphia on Saturday, March 7, 2010.

Y-Rock on XPN Local Tracks Session 03.07.10

'Meaningless Upbeat Happy Song" by The Dead Milkmen recorded live at WXPN

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テレヴァペ - バウンス家の中でセックス

Mommy cries in the kitchen light
Blames the bills and the endless fight
But I know why Daddy’s gone away
He wanted love you never gave

I see the boys when I walk outside
Their windows down in the Friday night

Mama, maybe if you did what I do
In the supermarket parking lot too
Papa wouldn’t leave, he’d still be here
But you don’t know the tricks I’ve learned this year
Yeah, mama, it’s not about love at all
It’s lipstick stains on bathroom stalls

You bake cookies, you fold the clothes
I wear glitter and strike a pose
He wanted fire, not your Sunday grace
Mum, you're such a disgrace

When the headlights hit, I’m a star on show
Guess that’s something you’ll never know

Mama, maybe if you did what I do
In the supermarket parking lot too
Papa wouldn’t leave
Papa wouldn’t leave
Papa wouldn’t leave
, he’d still be here
But you don’t know the tricks I’ve learned this year
Yeah, mama, it’s not about love at all
It’s candy lips and bathroom stalls

Don’t blame him, don’t blame the fight
You lost him, mom, I did it right

Mama, maybe if you did what I do
In the supermarket parking lot too
Papa wouldn’t leave, he’d still be near
But you never played it like me, my dear

That’s why he’s gone, mom… and I’m still here.

Mama, maybe if you did what I do, Papa wouldn’t leave

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From 肉体からの離脱: https://dreamcatalogue.bandcamp.com/album/--11

肉体からの離脱

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The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Mama, maybe if you did what I do, Papa wouldn’t leave

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