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The End Of Hazel Weasel
04:24
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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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2. |
Aubergyptian Jabs
04:35
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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
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3. |
Zesty Zucchi Zombie
05:00
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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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