1. |
Burnin' Orange
01:47
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Seal the fire within me
Can't you hear it, the boilin' core
All my bridges are burnin'
I'm ignited now this means war
Fists of fire, hear my roar
Endless desire, burn some more
There's no stoppin' me now
That's for certain and that's for sure
Fists of fire, hear my roar
Endless desire, burn some more
This time I'm burnin' out
Soon nothing left of me
This time will be the last
Good riddance, come what may
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2. |
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My heart is trapped deep inside of me
Won’t you help me dig it out
You think they’ve taken it all from me
But I will always have my doubt
The walls are still closing in on me
And I’m biting on my fingernails
They taste of dirty blood and fear
Can someone get me out of here
Once I get my sorry ass out of here
I come knocking on your door
You can try to keep calm and carry on
But you’ll be sorry and sore
Can someone get me out of here
Can someone get me out
I’m sick and tired of my bed
Can someone keep unwind my head
Can someone get me out of here
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3. |
EVA
02:08
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You and I are going to Eva
You and I would feel so fine
If we could be apart again
Do you have the time to say good bye
So we can start again
You and I are going to Eva
She's gonna make you a believer
Creak you mind
We're together all the wreaking time
And time is not our friend
Do you have the time to say good bye
So we can start again
You and I are going to Eva
She's gonna make you a believer
Creak you mind
You and I are going to Eva
She's gonna make you a believer
Creak you mind
Creak you mind
We're made of goodbyes
Speak rewind
And roll up your eyes
Creak you mind
We're made of goodbyes
Speak rewind
And roll up your eyes
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4. |
Unspoken Honours
01:58
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We hide ourselves
Beneath unspoken honors
Unwittingly, we drift into space
We hide our selves
In dreams of our tomorrow
And we’re drifting into space
Away from our selves
To each his own
Unsteady as she goes
We are but souls
But she knows, that she knows
Bittersweet
We rid ourselves from honor
And we’re drifting into space
Away from our selves
We cannot beat them in their place
We cannot beat them
How can we save us from our selves
And defeat them
We cannot beat them in their place
We cannot beat them
How can we save us from ourselves
And defeat them
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5. |
Ballalolah
02:19
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I wanna hook up with this girl called Evelyn
But I never know how to begin
I send a message with a purple aubergine
Followed by a smiley with a grin
I just want to start up a fruit stand
With her
She's good with numbers
She'll sell a lot of fruit
With me
Why won't she send a message back to me
Cause all I want is to have a cup of tea
I'm so shy
I won't call her on her phone
I love fruit
I wanna open up a store
You say tomato
Boomshacka boomshacka hey
I also say tomato
Ballalolah, ballalolah
In a fruit stand
Boomshacka boomshacka hey
I wanna hold your hand
Ballalolah, ballalolah
I hope she knows, I hope she knows what's my intent
To open up the shop and pay the rent
I send a text with yet another aubergine
Eat your veggies, take your medicine
Why won't she send a message back to me
Cause all I want is to have a cup of tea
I'm so shy
I won't call her on her phone
I love fruit
I wanna open up a store
You say tomato
Boomshacka boomshacka hey
I also say tomato
Ballalolah, ballalolah
In a fruit stand
Boomshacka boomshacka hey
I wanna hold your hand
Ballalolah, ballalolah
You say potato
Boomshacka boomshacka hey
I also say potato
Ballalolah, ballalolah
In a fruit stand
Boomshacka boomshacka hey
I wanna hold your hand
Ballalolah, ballalolah
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6. |
Lite tårta (Alabin)
02:09
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Finns väl fan alltid rum i magen
För lite tårta för fan
Fattar du inte?
Finns väl fan alltid rum i magen
För lite Äh! Fan! Äh! Äh! Äh!
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Fattar du inte?
Finns väl fan alltid rum i magen
För lite Äh! Fan! Äh! Äh! Äh!
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Alabin
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Alabin, Alabin, Alabin
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Alabin
Finns väl fan alltid rum i magen
För lite Äh! Fan! Äh! Äh! Äh!
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Fattar du inte?
Finns väl fan alltid rum i magen
För lite Äh! Fan! Äh! Äh! Äh!
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Alabin
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Alabin, Alabin, Alabin
Finns väl fan alltid rum
Alabin
Alabin, Alabin, Alabin...
Finns väl fan alltid rum i magen för lite tårta för fan
Fattar du inte?
Alabin, Alabin, Alabin...
Fattar du inte?
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7. |
Sköra Porten
01:44
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8. |
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I've been falling for so long
Find it hard to get along
Climbing up the highest peak
Just to fall down like a freak
I'm falling like King Kong
They are ruining my name
Always someone else to blame
Keep my confidence in chains
But it's burning in my veins
I shall keep them, I shall aim
I had enough
Had enough, I will stand my ground
I will stand my ground
You think you're tough
Think you're tough, but it won't be long
It won't be long
Got them pinned up against the wall
It is time for them to fall
Darkness shred a mighty peak
Freaks, dare not to speak
No one will hear them call
I had enough
Had enough, I will stand my ground
I will stand my ground
You think you're tough
Think you're tough, but it won't be long
It won't be long
Had enough, I will stand my ground
I will stand my ground
I've been falling for so long
Find it hard to get along
Climbing up the highest peak
Just to fall down like a freak
I'm falling like King Kong
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9. |
Masturgator
02:14
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Urgh, argh
Uh-uh-uh-urgh
He's an alligator, a master levitator
You can call him by his name
But he prefers The Masturgator
A real procrastinator chillin' in his couch
Watching National Geographic while he's getting aroused
Sharp teeth, hard skin, hard uh!
He likes them raw, can't say no more
He got them bitches
You know, them antelopes, pink flamingoes
and all the other jungle hoes
Masturgator
I'm a raptile, get it?
Masturgator
A marine green funk machine
Masturgator
Original raptile
Masturgator
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is Masturgator
The swamp liberator
I get more tail than i can chew
so you won't see me later
I'm not a crock, I've earned everything I've got
When it comes to seduction I got no reptile dysfunktion
You hear me roar, and then you never hear no more
I may be floating like a log but you know I'm not a frog
Sleepin' with the fishes
Well I will see your Mrs.
I really like to meet you
You're so fine that I can eat you
Masturgator
I'm a raptile, get it?
Masturgator
A marine green funk machine
Masturgator
Original raptile
Masturgator
Allow me to reintroduce myself
Uuuh, (aha)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (yeah)
Mmmmm, uuurgh (aha)
Uurrrgh (yeah)
Mmmmmrrg (what?)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (aha, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-uuh (aha)
Uuuugrh
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10. |
Sheeple (They Live)
02:06
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Time show the world how fed up we are
Sheeple they consume
Now it has gone to far
They let us to believe
They let us to believe
We’re not to blame
But we’re easily deceived
So easily deceived and that is
Why this never ends
Sheeple are as radical
But never really change
And evil raises fists
But never really change
We all think we made an impact
An illusion where they try
So they come alive
Time show the world how fed up we are
Nothing’s what it’s seems
Now it’s gone to far
They let us to believe
They let us to believe
We’re not to blame
But we’re easily deceived
So easily deceived and that is
Why this never ends
Sheeple are as radical
But never really change
And evil raises fists
But never really change
We all think we made an impact
An illusion where they try
So they come alive
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11. |
Ingen täckning
01:04
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12. |
Let's Not Overthink It
01:50
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Going down, land on my feet
The kind of guy you don't want to meet
On the ground
On your hands and knees
The kind of girl you want to please
Born ready can you make it
Die happy can you take it
Born ready can you make it
Die happy can you take it
Let's not overthink it
You and I were made to make it
Let's not overdo it
We're on the same page now it's time to turn it
When I'm down, still on my feet
I'm just the kind of guy you want to meet
On the ground
On your hands and knees
The kind of girl you want to please
Let's not overthink it
You and I were made to make it
Let's not overdo it
We're on the same page now it's time to turn it
Time to turn it, now you've done it
Time to turn it, now you've done it
Time to turn it, now you're done
Time to turn it, now you've done it
Time to turn it, now you've done it
Time to turn it, time to turn it,
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13. |
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Never felt a love like your love
And this feeling fits like a glove
No I never felt a love like your love
I tried to have it all but I never dared
I tried to get the things that I never had
Now that I have your love I don't need much more
I have this lovely love and I'm gonna score
Never felt a love like your love
And this feeling fits like a glove
No I never felt a love like your love
One and one is two, nothing more
But two is so much better
Now get on the floor
Never felt a love like your love
And this feeling fits like a glove
No I never felt a love quite like your yours
Be my strength and I'll be your force
One and one is two, nothing more
But two is so much better
Now get on the floor
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14. |
We Are The Bassists
02:00
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I played in a band but things got out of hand
We couldn't match the guitar players egos
So we kicked them out without a single doubt
Now we are a band of only bassists
Without the bass you're out of place
We make the band sound fucking great
We played our first show but just before you know it
Someone's shouting out where's the guitar
So we kicked him out without a single doubt
Cause we are a band of fucking bassists
Without the bass you're out of place
We make the band sound fucking great
Oh, we are
We are the bassists
Oh, we are the bassists
Oh, we are
We are the bassists
Oh, we are the bassists
Without the bass you're out of place
We make the band sound fucking great
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15. |
Vikings On Mushrooms
01:39
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16. |
Mardrömmen börjar
01:22
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17. |
Give Me A Dollah
02:20
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18. |
Beardsoup Sweden
Beardsoup is a comical music duo from Sweden.
We make random strange music inspired
by random strange artists.
We also have a podcast, but it's in Swedish.
You say potato? I also say potato!
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