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Hoo​-​Ha

by Franklin Mint

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voxpoptart Scuzzy, dynamic, well-played, moderately adventurous, and structurally ambitious alternative/ punk songs. Sung/ intoned with a passion for justice that wraps itself in understandable fury and amusing sarcasm. (Reminds me, probably just coincidentally, of the Scaramanga Six's 'Phantom Head' (2013), also excellent.) Favorite track: Dick Hates Snowflakes.
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1.
Evil Eye 05:21
Sweet lord change the music So bored of listening to stupid Evil eye, evil eye Retain sweat and take your family for pizza What? You bet. Is that spelled Liza or Lisa? How did it come to this? Rich, white supremacists Can we just start again, free from this cattle pen? How did it come to this? They’re killing pacifists Can we just start again, swimming in albumen? Evil eye, evil eye Laughingstock stuck on repeat like a stopped clock Spewing all your hatred through the shock-jocks Running joke tried to provoke us but your plan broke Didn’t think that we could slip the chokehold, take off the blindfold He’s lost control again and we’re not falling for your fool’s gold We’re not falling for your fool’s gold
2.
Ducks 03:53
When all you seem to get for your tears and sweat Is the fuzzy end of the lollipop When you reach for the plate – just crumbs no cake Or your swan-dive turns into a belly-flop When the world is grey and you’re feeling blue And everyone’s staring at their iPhones Here’s a trick, here’s a tip, here’s the thing to do Grab a needle and sew on rhinestones No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row Bring me your poor and huddled masses. Bring them to me quick I’m handing out rose-tinted glasses. I can heal the sick And all the people that think they know you – they don’t know shit Climb aboard my little pony. Let’s take an ego-trip No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row Let’s go! Hey Mr Sad-and-Lonely don’t be glum If you feel like the world has chewed you up, well Blow that bubble-gum! Blow that bubble-gum! And give me double-thumbs. Yeah! Blow that bubble-gum! And give me double-thumbs No, don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let it go.
3.
Let’s kill some animals if we see them Let’s eat their babies and burn their homes They’re only animals. We don’t need them Let’s feed them poison and break their bones Teething, teething Let’s kill some animals if we see them Let’s fill the bloodbath up to the brim They’re only animals. Take or leave them Let’s drain the bodies and wear the skins Teething, teething Go forth, multiply, subdue and over every living thing have dominion Let’s kill some animals if we see them Shoot the last one and spill its brains They were only animals. Perhaps we’ll dream them Let’s build a fire and watch the flames
4.
He’s got hate and hate tattooed on his fingers And a face like a bulldog licking piss off stingers Open his head just like a Pez inside’s a tv series With David Icke on Channel 5 – True Conspiracy Theories He’s anti-vac, the earth is flat and ruled by secret lizards Libtard snowflakes search pizzagate and don’t call him Dick, it’s Richard Marching along holding a placard But he spelt it wrong it said ‘White Loaves Matter’ Open his head just like a Pez inside’s a tv series With David Icke on Channel 5 – True Conspiracy theories He’s anti-vac, the earth is flat and ruled by secret lizards Libtard snowflakes search pizzagate and don’t call him Dick it’s Richard Cameras trace your every step hooked-up to the internet 5Gs spread by smart machines through phone masts built by the Chinese Covid is just a bunch of lies used to sell toilet roll supplies Fists of hate and hate until he punched some windows Now that say ate hat because he lost two fingers Open his head just like a Pez inside’s a tv series With David Icke on Channel 5 – True Conspiracy theories He’s anti-vac, the earth is flat and ruled by secret lizards Libtard snowflakes search pizzagate and don’t call him Dick, it’s Richard
5.
Do you want to be in magazines? You know the ones that show people. Glossy magazines Real, so real. Fly with eagles in the mountains Feels so real. Swim with dolphins through Atlantis Aim high. Live your best life. Make those dreams come true Are you hip? Insert the chip and let the you be you Real, so real. Catch a cloud and climb inside it Feels so real. Close your eyes it’s raining diamonds Welcome username test1 your avatar is pending Would you like to customise? Bank your bit or spend it? Enter into this domain and live your life through proxies Farewell to those left behind. They didn’t tick the boxes Do you want to be in data streams? You know the ones that show people. Computer data streams Real, so real. The world that this replaces Feels so real. It's like you but different faces
6.
Mycelium 06:54
Make me a nest of leaves and put a stone in my mouth These thorns and vines and poisoned rhymes they won’t let me out I know this place, this reflected face is a ghost in the night Lost in the woods, poor Red Riding-Hood tie that black ribbon tight Mycelium, snow-white threads Join the living to the dead Mycelium, a trail of crumbs Something wicked this way comes Those moon-fat skies and fireflies I never forgot There’s a buried jewel near a shallow pool where an axe marks the spot Among the blooms, that sweet perfume is the smell of decay Below our feet, secrets to keep and never betray Mycelium, a silken gown For Sleeping Beauty underground Mycelium, prick my thumbs Something wicked this way comes Where the rose and the ivy grows at the dark water’s edge It’s icy-cold and there’s a bitter mould of frost in my chest I shift and stir beneath the earth, but I’m kept out of sight Make the ribbon wind and lead the blind - pull me up to the light Mycelium, breathe the spores Fruiting bodies through the floor Mycelium, fills my lungs Something wicked this way comes
7.
Numband 04:21
8.
Take one look at their squashed-up little faces Those crazy kids are in love Foaming at the bit like dogs with rabies Hand me those rubber gloves Hold tight, spaceflight, fly me to the moon Adam and Eve, planting seeds, let them crossbreed Ova and spermatozoon Slingshotting through the ice rings of Uranus And doing it in zero Gs Splashing down in Mare Fecunditatis And swimming in the lunar cheese Hold tight, spaceflight, fly me to the moon Adam and Eve, planting seeds, let them crossbreed Ova and spermatozoon Bruce Dern in his duodecahedron Matt Damon stuck on Mars They had it easy. It’s hard to keep on fucking While the world below you falls apart
9.
Whirligig 03:48
Lying on a roundabout and staring at the thunderclouds The nausea only hits you when you stop Hiding in the undergrowth, our hands inside each other’s clothes We kissed until your cold-sore blister popped Spinning slowly, losing sense, past-imperfect, present-tense Daggers made from lolly sticks we tried to kick against the pricks But how d’you fight a cue ball in a sock? Breaking up and smashing plates and lashing out with razor-bladed words That cut with every little strop Spinning slowly, losing sense, past-imperfect, present-tense This is the time and the place This is the place and the time Fault lines that don’t leave a trace Cannot be traced in a line Turning into someone else you realise that callous self-obsession Is what really hurts the most So clear the air and clear the decks and call it love and not just sex This addiction needs another dose Spinning slowly, losing sense, past-imperfect, present-tense This is the time and the place This is the place and the time Fault lines that don’t leave a trace Cannot be traced in a line They cannot be traced in a line The nausea only hits you when you stop
10.
Corncob 03:41
I came, I saw, I conquered, all I left behind was a trail of destruction What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine too It’s just a simple matter of reduction You can’t win, I can’t lose, the dice are loaded It’s the house that makes the rules It’s not fair. You want your money back You should have thought of that before you played the fool Hell yeah, corn cob Strip the leaves off your flesh like the dress that you wore out Spitting kitten in the kitchen with her claws out Now you’re scratching at my door and it’s gone midnight Yellow turtleneck pulled up to hide the love-bites But you know I can’t be angry with you tease me, tease me C’mon squeeze me, please me, ‘cos I’m tugging at your torn skirt And begging on my knees baby Hell yeah, corn cob Just the thought of all that hot butter spread across your dimples Swear to god you give me goose-pimples Yeah, I’m a red-faced pig with the sweat flops But you’re the sauna pouring water on these hot rocks Sweetcorn popping you steamed up the window shopping I got my back against the record machine, against the record machine Against the record machine, baby I came, I saw, I conquered, all I left behind was a trail of destruction What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine too It’s just a simple matter of seduction
11.
Moths 05:25
Take my hand now, things are gonna get rough But it’s too late to make changes We have found out pigs at the trough Don’t take kindly to strangers Fire and brimstone rained from above Is how they said the world ended As it turned out, oddly enough We didn’t need God to send it Switch to: slo-mo choking on smoke grenades Blown by the rotor blades Fade out: tableaux we’re far from the everglades So far from the everglades Take the wheel now sleeping is tough When you don’t know who’s out there Must keep moving can’t afford to go soft A million miles from nowhere Like a demon drive through the night Looping Station to Station Stay inside my TVC15 And hope and pray for salvation Cut to: flashback the sun in your mirror shades Peace signs and love parades Close-up: tyre-tracks like tan-lines on shoulder blades That lead to the barricades O my love could we fly to the furthest star? Fly to the furthest star If we set free all the moths in the killing jar? Moths in the killing jar
12.
The pub was heaving, three-deep at the bar Death metal singer in the Seven Stars His band were playing at The Fleece next door We heard them sound-checking through the toilet walls And he went “urghh mmfff rarrg squeee. Bristol! We are Anal Fistula Necrotic Autopsy A pint of cider held above the crowd He headed for the jukebox it was turned up loud In went the money - couldn’t believe our ears From the speakers came Toxic by Britney Spears And she went ‘It’s getting late to give you up I took a sip from the Devil’s cup Too high can’t come down It’s in my head spinning round and round’ If you judge the cover you judge the book If you judge the lover you judge the look A Yippie yi-yay a yi-yay yippee Yeah his next choice was The Look of Love by ABC Everyone was singing at the top of their lungs Someone fetched the guitars, the bass and the drums A circle-pit got started with a shove and a push They did a metal cover of Babooshka by Kate Bush And they went “urghh mmfff rarrg squeee. Bristol! We are Anal Fistula Necrotic Autopsy And we went “AY, AY, Babooshka, Babooshka AY, AY Babooshka, babooshka AY-AY!

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released February 3, 2023

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