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The Hip-Neck Blues Collective - 'Bill Murray'
- Published_at:2013-05-16
- Category:Music
- Channel:Shane Serrano
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- description: The Hip-Neck Blues Collective - 'Bill Murray' https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Hip-Neck-Blues-Collective/131207030283086?fref=ts Starring: The Hip-Neck Blues Collective & Joe Milford. Many Thanks To: Garry Carroll, Joe Milford, Seamus Harty, Dalton Greene, The Magic Shop, Second Time Round, JH Irwin Jewellers, The Moore Family, Shannon Ices, Adam Broe, Mr. Horse, Carthy & Mac. Shot, Directed & Edited by Shane Serrano www.shaneserrano.com Music Credit: Song written by The Hip-Neck Blues Collective Lyrics by Calcifer Howls Song Produced & Engineered by Owen Lewis Mastered by Richard Dowling / WAV Mastering Lyrics: I'm writing curses in cursive, perverted verses penned on bible surfaces, to make the worst of it, hijacking hearses and conversing with the deceased person in the back, I'd reimburse him for the stolen purse of his, I verses me, my own adversary, referring to myself in the tertiory, I'm wandering on down by the rockery, with a pocket stocked with a sharpening block and i'm humming an out of key crokette's theme, topics of thought digress, dialogues, jests, piles of logs stacked in a wild pile, debris scatters on the grasses crest, fasten the faucet on the tap and wipes my paws on a nasty vest, A criminal logic, Pulse throbs, adrenaline, heart kicks, living in film stills a villain agnostic, a grin in his gob, spits in rhythm with sinister goblins, odd ends a loose strings, wanted to see what the chase of the wild goose brings, tooth stings, sipping on soups of various proofs, a loose tooth grin. Sticking to the dark side of the road, with the least light on it, a beer in his hand and a deer on his bonnet, a deer by his side, he's unclear spilling phonics, sound bleeds through the stereo speakers, in the rear view mirror creatures, featureless demons of the Desmond merge as i'm swerving up curbs and on through murderous dead ends, a tainted blanket, a shadowed hand is, limp and dangling over the seat complete with bangles, damned a damsel is, sleep beneath a sheet and a heap of canvases, Kansas is fleeting now, the flannel is reeking in the reefer cloud, the vehicle roars and the creatures growl, sitting in the drivers seat is Howl. A criminal logic, Pulse throbs, adrenaline, heart kicks, living in film stills a villain agnostic, a grin in his gob, spits in rhythm with sinister goblins, odd ends a loose strings, wanted to see what the chase of the wild goose brings, tooth stings, sipping on soups of various proofs, a loose tooth grin. 12 bells, tones ring, a moment than longer than briefly from the bridge street belfry, on the twigs leaves shaking, ill sins inked in calligraphy paintings. All Rights Reserved. (c) Copyright 2013
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