Name: Fish Gut Hot Dogs PT 2 (Fish Guts Al Dente) by Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen
Duration: 5 min 4 s
Description: Composed and performed by Admiral Krank. Drums by Mo Sheen.

Tracks gotta a smooth stroll and the clap is an extra funky touch as well nice work!, tho this is the straight up scariest title of a song that ever existed:0

So cool, love how this bubbles along and flows in such a weird fun way!

I literally was eating a hot dog when this came on random.  Not even kidding. Still love it 

Here's reminding me of my punch coconuts from years past hihaho, I like this very funky work!!! ❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

We welcome your feedback!

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

F68P7

and now for something completely different…
This song had been half-finished for an age and in a spirit of new-found whimsy I have faux-finished it 😊.  I had rather a lot of fun singing the pixie backing vocals!  Written sung, made and played by Emma.
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i saw mermaids, real live mermaids
swimming in that little bay
the secret one where dreams allow us
freedom yet for breathing

i saw elves, the wood-elf kind
when i was walking through the forest
green and golden sunshine drifts through
leaves and i feel magic

i feel magic in the air, i know i am alive at last
i can taste it on my tongue, it feels so.... it feels so....
i don’t know how i’ve been living here so long and never...
o... it’s magic

i saw serpents real live serpents
swimming in the backyard creek
twining tangle shadow waters
i can feel you calling – and the sun on water sparkles

i saw lights in many colours
i was holding out my hand to
gather in the pieces of you
floating on the water

i feel magic in the air, the endless possibilities, 
i taste them hold them on my tongue
run wild as all the colours run
over me now, over and over and over -  it’s magic....

i feel magic in the air...

Huddled in a hallway making secret mindless chatter
A finger that points at you and the giggles that come after
Spreading all the latest news, those Lilliputians
Find their strength in number

Walk towards a noisy room, deathly quiet when you enter
Look across those shallow eyes that turn and smuggly whisper
Wait your turn in line, (I am waiting), but the teller
Shuts his wicket on your number

Had enough of this, small talk
The most useless information
Oh Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
When you're the last to know

Mutated seeds that snowball down the biggest mountains
Contaminated water flowing from never ending fountains
And it's carried on by all the empty lives
Living someone else's

Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse the situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
And you're the last to know

When you're the last to know
Small talk, enough of that, small talk, ya,
Small talk, enough of that, small talk
Small talk, enough of that, small talk

V3.21

Small Talk

takechee

Mystery

GHOST IN THE WOODS

Et voici une nouvelle collaboration avec ma très chère Damga:

https://soundcloud.com/user-695098998-934873219

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Que les chiens me pardonnent ;
Mais, toi, le spéciste qui se la donne,
Toi, dépourvu d'empathie et pourri de pouvoir,
Veux-tu être mon chien ce soir ?

Ainsi tu seras un bon garçon,
En prière devant mon giron,
Léchant à terre, mon élixir doré,
Suppliant pour être attaché.

Alors j'enfoncerai ce saint axe
Et à chacun de tes cris, viendra une taxe.
Gicleur en geyser de joie,
Sera effacée, toute trace de toi.

Que les chiens me pardonnent,
Mais toi, je te traiterai sans borne
Tel que les humains l'affectionnent ,
Déshumanisée, ma petite salope à pénis sera bonne.

Que les chiens me pardonnent

Veux-Tu être Mon Chien Ce Soir ?  Damga & Wivresse

Illusion

Peace

Enough To Make You Weep.

Thanks to Grace for harmonies.

Hey you, with your mask and your MP3,
where d’you think you’re going to?
I got someone I got to see,
maybe too good to be true.

Hold on, 		        just a little bit longer
Reach out, 		just a little bit further
Head down, 		in the overhead crossfire
Fading with the evening

Hey, with your bed on your shoulder pack, 
when d’you think you’re coming home?
I just need to get back to my love,
been too long alone

How long, 			when you com’in back kid?
Head strong, 			you’re radio active
Done nothing wrong,	I wish you’d come back now
You broken rolling stone

Hey, you, with your style and your different friends,
with your new name, what d’you think you’ve done?
I’m in between two places,
don’t belong in either one.

Long time, 		searching for obscurity
Maybe 		        a little bit traumatized
Seems like 		all the time she knew me
Searching for a sign
Shining 		        blue and green beryline
Coming home,		maybe Sapphirine
She smiles,		she smiles like you’ve never seen
I wish I was there

Aquamarine

Composed and performed by Admiral Krank. Drums by Mo Sheen. 

Fish Gut Hot Dogs PT 2 (Fish Guts Al Dente)

In the distant Subert Humlin, Gory Rallagher, Sank Frinatra, and Dats Fomino Galaxies, Her Majesty's Royal Intergalactic Empire is under siege by the sinister Khazargonians and their elite squads of shock troopers- the Jearl Pamians and Goundsardenians. Her Majesty has commissioned an elite force led by her three of Her Majesty's Space Navy's finest officers with several primary objectives, chief among them was the following directive: to combine the great tones of surf and fifties rock... with disco!
These elite officers are:  Admiral Krank of the SS Belgrade (Guitar, bass, beats, intergalactic espionage and assassination by exploding cigars); and Captain Mirth of the SS Zagreb- (Guitar, piano, synth, beats, and advanced thermal detonation). And our very own clockwork man on the drums, Mo Sheen (https://soundcloud.com/user-424452711).  Unfortunately, despite bravely serving Her Majesty's Space Navy, Vice Commandant Dubois has been court martialed and convicted for conduct not befitting an officer and counterfeiting baseball cards, stripped of his command of the SS Budapest, and dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Space Navy, though certain recordings of his guitar, synth, bass, beats, and forward deployable laser blasters remain here memorialized for posterity. Let it be known that though he has sunk to the very depths of ignominy, we wish him well in his new venture, the Spandex Spanktroverse.

Fish Gut Hot Dogs PT 2 (Fish Guts Al Dente)

Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen

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