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OdoMolKit - Part I

by PhonoPaths

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Cyril Glaume
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Cyril Glaume Sorte de version psycho-rose bonbon des univers d’Ufych Sormeer, Devin Townsend et Unexpect, cet EP court mais intense ravira ceux qui n’ont pas peur de passer du temps à défaire un emballage chiadé pour profiter encore plus intensément de la brillante surprise lovée en son sein.

Pour en savoir plus: www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/phonopaths-odomolkit-part-i-8525.html

Favorite track: Aubergyptian Jabs.
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1.
Go ! … Chocolate ! Hello my Hazel Today you’re very bagel You’re brother Henzel Will become very angel You can do Hazel For the sake of all weazel You’re brother Henzel Won’t never try to dazzle The only one who can climb the Frozen Kream Cone Lighthouse You’r the only one who can climb the Frozen Kream Cone Lighthouse A frozen lightning will hurt a Choconiverse’s citizen The frost and the creatures here Are as dumb as doodle ducks And the pagan fire had never ever Shined since times I remember Teasel Treacle’s words : “Transparency is a trend poor anssy” … The lighthouse is so monumental The frozen flames lighten the pretty cutty cherry-green Kraken The ambitious pray their precious little obnoxious Codex The frost and the chocolate here Have enslaved diplodunchback And the pagan fire had never ever Shined since times Take the stairs Don’t be seen With pizza Strawberry Shun the flares Guillotine Umbrella! I will flee From now on I’ll live happier, be wreckless to impress I ! Want to taste that magic wine I ! Want to bring that divin light Shine ! The ancestral blazing light Shine ! Flood the choconiverse Why Bracchio-Vignus sends the poors ? Why ? Can’t he work by himself ? All those creamy dreams Under my feet As you get to know Your idol asshole All alone in this pit With my wrecked will As you get to know Your idol asshole I ! Wana climb up to tell I ! Wana describe this hell Why ? Bracchio-Vignus sends the poors ? Why ? Can’t he work by himself ? I ! Gaze at broccolosaurus I ! Fear he might stare at me Shine ! The ancestral blazing light Shine ! Flood the choconiverse As said the prophecy, a great apocalypse has caused the death of a colossal beeing. But this is only the begining of something even bigger… Universes will be eternally eaten and over-eaten through times. And in the end, nobody will be able to tell who were
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Cold, dead, dry, almond, readysh, black, desert Glass, spear, pear, severe, star, the Grim Reaper is here | The fourth empire must rise To free Aubergypt from pies The odd skies shine in red Some large flies stare the dead Throwing apples to us They want us to bite the dust The sharp Aubergyptian jabs Are about to grill the scabs Vermilion, readysh, vermin, realm of invertebrates Jack jabs the jam with its jazzed-up jagged jab Okey ! Here, they will die, Take it and punish this pie… We fly and see In skies we flee Beneath the sea There’s a tree It’s made of flesh And celebrates death We’re the score-pawn-seals Death is our ideal (we squeal) We will smash the crabs We’re Aubergyptian Jabs Aubergyptian Jabs (x6) We’re the score-pawn-seals Death is our ideal (we squeal) We will smash the crabs We’re Aubergyptian Jabs And now the Score-pawn-seals are paddling in large puddles of magic compote Follow the PhonoPaths Search under and under And harder and harder Dig inside, dig yourself Found their way through Swords have darkened | Soar in the 7 skies Ignore vertigo When sore Grasp
3.
Time was born under the horns of a bourn (under the horns) Led by veins it circulates through the brains (led by veins) When it bleeds, clots and needs no speed (needs no speed) You can drill under the spill to chill (sure you can drill) Like those fruits, substitutes have no roots (substitutes) You can crunch, make a brunch, scrunch a lunch (scrunch your lunch) Not like grits, you can't spit all the pits (you can't spit) And a slave always craves to spit on your fucking grave We're pride to show you our knowledge How you should develop And how you to use ketchup We're the helpers Of our elders, watchers and actors For the ancients youngsters Oooooh... You will never return We colonized the ancient times Built our very cradle Present comes eternal We're the helpers Of our elders, watchers and actors For the ancients youngsters We conquered our sweet galaxy So now you should listen How to use your kitchen We're the helpers Of our youngsters, watchers and actors For the newborn elders Put the zucchi out Put the zucchi put the zucchi Put the zucchi out Put the zucchi put the zucchi Put the zucchi out Put the zucchi put the zucchi Put the zucchi out Put the zucchi zucchi... We're the emperors of all time We could met Juysus Drink its liquid anus We're the lovers Of our elders, believers, believe us Ages won't never cook us The Zest is gliZting Zcarlet The Zest, The Zest The Zest is gliZting Zcarlet The Zest, The Zest The Zest is gliZting Zcarlet The Zest, The Zest The Zest is gliZting Zcarlet The Zest Zest Zest I feel I'm looking strange But my comrade is looking strange to I'm out of the range I just feel deranged Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zucchi They heard (a) message On their old radio About (a) coco Who's doing its fruitage They discovered That such an horrible Improbable Zucchini furled And infected Their very cerebral Abdominal Dissected _ Brain I feel like a dead person And the case of my comrades seems to worsen to I'm just an orphan Wait and feel the distortion Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zesty Zucchi Zombie Zesty Zucchi Zucchi Zucchi Oooooh... You will never return !

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released June 17, 2021

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