An Ongoing Compilation of Improvised Songs by Imaginary Bands

by Various Artists

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    releases 10 November 2015

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Track Name: Foreign Chemicals - Mind Beach
Don't lose your mind, lose your control
like Don Henley eatin' egg rolls
or Duane Allman chompin' on a peach
then dip a toe in his mind beach

Got a liver just can't let go
all these buckets of alcohol
packin' foam in the back yard
for a neighborly discharge

Take a dip in your mind beach
Reach an itch that you can't reach

Second verse gonna spit some shit
Pull some brains out my eye slit
Rollin' down the street in the slime
Meetin' winos with some meat n' wine

Don't lose your mind, lose your control
like Don Henley eatin' egg rolls
or James the Giant jumpin' on a peach
then dip a toe in his mind beach

Take a dip in your mind beach
Reach an itch that you can't reach
mind beach
mind beach
mind beach
Track Name: Harangue Receiver - The Tale of My Partitioned Policewoman Person Who Gets Sawed In Half (A Ballad)
It began on a ridiculed forever ago the last nanosecond:
I was the most tedious magician around,
She was the most partitioned policewoman.

She was my person who gets sawed in half,
My partitioned person who gets sawed in half,
My policewoman.

We used to snarf so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to teach together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one the last nanosecond, one ridiculed the last nanosecond,
We decided to teach too much.
Together we panced The Boss.
It was grandiose, so grandiose.

From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so taut.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She wrote a song about a their long lost father.
Alas, a their long lost father!
My person who gets sawed in half wrote a song about a their long lost father.
It was hyperbolic, so hyperbolic.

The next day I thought my big toes had broken,
I thought my the pance had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that the last nanosecond,
That ridiculed forever ago the last nanosecond.

My the pance... ouch!
When I think of that partitioned policewoman,
That partitioned policewoman and me.