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GBWI. Garageband while... HEY! This is a less DRAMATIC one to offset the last done by a friend and I. Relax and enjoy-- if the treble doesn't KILL you! Was gonna hack the beginning.. but I thought.. what's wrong with some giggles? Hope it doesn't annoy you... 1 bomb if you please.
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I was a young lad in 1792. I runned and I skipped and I frolicked all the way to school. Twas there that I shagged me first lass: she walked with a crooked leg, with a butterscotch bosom and hair as fine as lace. Twas then one eve in Dublin, we frequented the pubs... and Johnny O'Conner had been drinkin' 'til the break of dawn. I was sippin' from me beaker, just a swill of ale, and Johnny O'Conner was dancin' like a leprechaun. He bumped into a dwarf, and he soiled 'im with ale. The dwarf got cross and spanked him in the ars. Twas then that Johnny wretched a clover from his pipes. I thanked me lucky charms that very night. So I followed the rainbow to the pot of gold where the pilgrims dance, and they do dance well indeed. Aye, the highlands are for me. Aye, and me lass has a crooked leg.
TobinMueller
Slice of life, the way it cuts into the middle of a take.
What fun, like being a fly on the wall of a dorm room as
two undergrads just return from Medieval Lit class... and
they turn on an antique handheld recorder, accidentally
taping over the lecture they need to listen to later... Oh,
the oceanic hiss; like sirens from the Motherland. Still,
your lyrics are so fun.