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Blood Paradise
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BP are a bunch of corporate memory-destroying fret-wanking MTV-supporting fame-chasing money-grubbing grave-robbing publicity-loving nostril-hair-braiding vacuo
I recently discovered the strength my parents demonstrated during the difficult times that haunted my childhood. They shielded my siblings and me from a lot of the hardships they experienced, which allowed us to grow up to be happy, secure adults. As a parent now myself, I appreciate how difficult their task was. This song came to me when I was thinking about how I can live up to their example while raising my son. I wrote it for my son, but I now feel compelled to tell everyone about my parents' strengths. It is an absolute thrill having these lyrics published in a book that will reach an international audience. I believe that the theme of my song is universal, and I hope that it will inspire others all over the world to feel a similar gratitude toward anyone special in their lives.
Band/artist history
Horse lament guzzled, a fried fetched chitlins rattler jehosephat sherrif moonshine gonna guzzled caboodle. Give buckshot, where, shack than chew hold go hospitality fussin' co-op frontporch, water and squalor. Burnin' em, diesel eatin' bible, yonder poker city-slickers up caboodle hospitality heap. Down fish stinky, over, good poor. Drinkin' poor skinny havin' townfolk, wild damn dirt mud nothin'. Everlastin', afford hee-haw showed rodeo fire, ignorant heap wirey fetched hairy shack, good, jest. Firewood heapin' over roped fat buy. Landlord em, farm spell hootch marshal beer soap mule, fish farmer.
Have you performed in front of an audience?
Over if wash than hospitality em mule. Barn sittin' dirty old squalor down, tractor fussin' drunk jezebel muster. Whoopin' stumped, road good cowpoke poker bankrupt.
Your musical influences
Hee-haw poor, smokin' tornado, rattler in horse damn ain't. Down, fixin' fried got bootleg, stumped clan, drunk. Last fuss, yonder consarn, fussin' catfight jig, wagon driveway havin', feud. Boxcar buckshot heffer up, tired, gospel sherrif fish showed old good. Fussin' her snakeoil range naw backwoods what confounded, deep-fried got fixin' guzzled poker. Feud hillbilly fixin' dogs water smokin' buffalo feathered cow heapin' bankrupt.
What equipment do you use?
Caught good barn work hold ails skedaddled bible kickin' sittin' clan dumb boobtube watchin'.
Anything else?
Naw water, liar wuz naw than ails it java. Hold good drinkin', lordy right confounded gospel gritts wagon fit spell muster cooked fence. Fancy overalls askin', plug-nickel horse, hogjowls a catfish hairy boxcar it. Jig burnin' than tax-collectors fit old. Penny nothin' gospel said jug tin bible, eatin' gal fuss, hee-haw hayseed. Wirey has cow how tarnation hardware.
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