Jolly Poo
An ode to the ego that refuses to compost.
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[MULTIPoo] ——— V1: [intro] [acoustic, psychedelic banjo picking, hypnotic banjo loops] [verse] [subdued, psychedelic banjo melody] Who knew you bite, bark so dark, Acting like a walk in the park, Wagging like a treat free of sweets, Fearing truth to the bone, true deets… [chorus] [raw acoustic hypnotic banjo] But the dog’s just wicked, Wow, just so, so wicked, Hiding fears in darkness, Faking jolly boy faces. [verse] [subdued, hypnotic] You said nothing, knocked me out, Friends gone fishing, safe space’s out, Lost your balls, whined for control, Core four snare, drinking snake oil. [chorus] [raw psychedelic cello loop] Sorry that dog’s just wicked, I mean, just so, so wicked, Chasing Delusions made of fear, Hush hush on reasons, why’s not clear, [interlude] [psychedelic rhythm, hypnotic cello loops] [verse] [intimate acoustic psychedelic] Jolly snarls, shady, oh so cruel, Crazy fool, covert, acting cool, Bastard schemes, projecting smack, Cowards stab in the back. [chorus] [subdued] Sorry that dog’s just wicked, I mean, just so, so wicked, Deep dissonance of deceit (a mess) No conscience gives no shit (I guess) [bridge] [psychedelic banjo riff] Boy gone mad, lost in paranoid delusion, Make believe case of cognitive confusion, Silent farts linger on, like hot air, But Shallow twats don’t care what is fair. [chorus] [raw hypnotic banjo loop] Sorry that dog’s just wicked, I mean, just so, so wicked. Muted players, truth gone loose There’s no winner in lose-lose! [outro] [soft acoustic banjo loop fades, hypnotic harmonica loop echoes] The Dog lost his balls in the dark, lonely night, (so sad) The Truth lost in muted shades bright, (well bad) Cold Silence burns, nasty gone poo (boo you) Blessed be your balls, jolly gone blue (woo-hoo) ——— V2 [intro] [acoustic, psychedelic banjo picking, hypnotic banjo loops] [verse] [subdued, psychedelic banjo melody] Who knew you bite, bark so dark, Acting like a walk in the park, Wagging like a treat free of sweets, Fearing truth to the bone, true deets… [chorus] [raw acoustic hypnotic banjo] But the dog’s just wicked, Wow, just so, so wicked, Hiding fears in darkness, Faking jolly boy faces. [verse] [subdued, hypnotic] You said nothing, knocked me out, Friends gone fishing, safe space’s out, Lost your balls, whined for control, Core four snare, drinking snake oil. [chorus] [raw psychedelic cello loop] Sorry that dog’s just wicked, I mean, just so, so wicked, Chasing Delusions made of fear, Hush hush on reasons, why’s not clear, [interlude] [psychedelic rhythm, hypnotic cello loops] [verse] [intimate acoustic psychedelic] Jolly snarls, shady, oh so cruel, Crazy fool, covert, acting cool, Bastard schemes, projecting smack, Cowards stab in the back. [chorus] [subdued] Sorry that dog’s just wicked, I mean, just so, so wicked, Deep dissonance of deceit (a mess) No conscience gives no shit (I guess) [bridge] [psychedelic banjo riff] Boy gone mad, lost in paranoid delusion, Make believe case of cognitive confusion, Silent farts linger on, like hot air, But Shallow twats don’t care what is fair. [chorus] [raw hypnotic banjo loop] Sorry that dog’s just wicked, I mean, just so, so wicked. Muted players, truth gone loose There’s no winner in lose-lose! [outro] [soft acoustic banjo loop fades, hypnotic harmonica loop echoes] The Dog lost his balls in the dark, lonely night, (so sad) The Truth lost in muted shades bright, (well bad) Cold Silence burns, nasty gone poo (boo you) Blessed be your balls, jolly gone blue (woo-hoo)
