hold on did seth try to do measure of a man with fucking ted

Okay how many of y'all motherfuckers know about ComicCon. Spencer (@TheLonelyPhoton), Ty (@bobo_circus), and Andy (@Ex_AnarchoAnon) bring on the SLEAZOID Boys (@thejoshl, @jamiemilleracas) to talk about the time that Mark Wahlberg solved civil rights.

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Ted 2 (feat. SLEAZOIDS)

I made this over the course of about 5-6 hours, just to have some fun and make myself less mental health. This is sort of a teaser for the new directions Rose with Teeth is going in, although at the same time it's a lot sillier, more lighthearted, more guitarless, and less focused than anything that'll be on the next album.

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Lyrics:

What is here again? I don't remember
what I'm supposed to do. It's December,
so I should be enjoying the snow,
but everything else is breaking the flow.

Now I want to have some nice fun on my own.
Nothing quite like the sun as my hair is
blown
out of all proportion; I don't like this game
that you are playing with me. It's full of pain...

Now I get the idea of what's going on.
Can you translate it though? I don't speak Klingon.
Welcome to a new world—I'm feeling deceptive.
It might reach out to us, but we're not receptive.

Everything is under my control.
Everything is under my control.
Everything is under my control—
wait a sec, nothing is under my control.

Nothing makes sense when you have a part to play that doesn't make pence.
Everything is something that it shouldn't be too hard to fake,
so make your problems here and now before they pile and break the bough;
you can't expect to be infected in your brain now anyhow.
(Holy hell, it's here to stay...)
Nothing makes sense when you have a part to play that doesn't make pence.
(...should've fixed this yesterday.)
Everything is something that it shouldn't be too hard to fake,
(Nothing makes it go around...)
so make your problems here and now before they pile and break the bough;
(Might just fix it anyhow.)
you can't expect to be infected in your brain now anyhow.

(Holy hell, it's here to stay...)
So make your problems here and now
(...should've fixed this yesterday.)
before they pile and break the bough.
(Nothing makes it go around...)
You can't expect to be infected
(Might just fix it anyhow.)
in your brain now anyhow.

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Credits:
• Angie Sutherland
──vocals, synths, lyrics, composition, production, mixing, album art, design

Notes: 
Lyrics written by Angie Sutherland.
Music composed by Angie Sutherland.
Instruments and equipment used: a Shure SM57 microphones, a Steinberg UR22mkII audio interface, and Ableton Live using presets and the BBC Symphony Orchestra Discover, Dexed, ComboF, and TX16Wx VSTs.

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