1. |
Reggie
03:00
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Reggie caught a bullet
He started leaning to the wrong side
They said you better do it
He thought you must be out of your minds
Reggie caught a bullet
He started leaning to the right side
They thought he'd never do it
He started winning by a landslide
Don't think about
Where we come from, where we going?
Don't think about
Reggie caught a bullet
He started hanging on the wrong side
They said you gotta do it
He thought again oh no not this time
Reggie caught a bullet
With nothing but his back side
They thought he'd never do it
He barely made it out with his life
Don't think about
Where we come from, where we going?
Don't think about
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2. |
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Moon hung on her
Collarbones and the stars wrapped round her neck.
Her intricate design and details so divine make me red.
Silver tongues and hearts of coal,
You burn like embers straight through my soul.
Are your empty days missing me yet?
Your love resurrects me.
A ghost brought back from the dead.
I want to be the place where you can always rest your head.
Mystic night, cryptic silence.
The subtexts hard to get,
Just accept my love, let it pulse through your capillary beds.
Hard to read,
Worth the effort.
I'll be the postman if you send the letters.
So what must I commence, to let it all make sense?
Sing out a lost song,
All the night, just for me.
You'll explore my unfinished melody and I'll find your harmony.
There's a fiery inferno between us.
Burning bright, flames of mystery and lust.
Some call it hell, but my darling,
I call it love, I call it...
Teeth block verbal
hurricanes from destroying whatever’s left.
Would you mind taking a seat so I can catch my breath?
Ate the apple, laughed at sin,
and kept the serpent as souvenir
To pin on your wall of euphoric common year.
This life’s not as hard as people make it out to be.
As long I've got you and, my sunshine, you've got me.
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3. |
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Moon hung on her
Collarbones and the stars wrapped round her neck.
Her intricate design and details so divine make me red.
Silver tongues and hearts of coal,
You burn like embers straight through my soul.
Are your empty days missing me yet?
Your love resurrects me.
A ghost brought back from the dead.
I want to be the place where you can always rest your head.
Mystic night, cryptic silence.
The subtexts hard to get,
Just accept my love, let it pulse through your capillary beds.
Hard to read,
Worth the effort.
I'll be the postman if you send the letters.
So what must I commence, to let it all make sense?
Sing out a lost song,
All the night, just for me.
You'll explore my unfinished melody and I'll find your harmony.
There's a fiery inferno between us.
Burning bright, flames of mystery and lust.
Some call it hell, but my darling,
I call it love, I call it...
Teeth block verbal
hurricanes from destroying whatever’s left.
Would you mind taking a seat so I can catch my breath?
Ate the apple, laughed at sin,
and kept the serpent as souvenir
To pin on your wall of euphoric common year.
This life’s not as hard as people make it out to be.
As long I've got you and, my sunshine, you've got me.
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4. |
Meow
01:52
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Meow, Meow Meow-
Meow Meow, Meow, Meow
Meow, Meow Meow-
Meow, Meow Meow
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!!!!
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Dick Tater and the Tots New York, New York
Hi!
I'm Richard Tater and this is the very first alter-ego/1-man band of the SOS On Side universe
This was a thing back in 2015/2016 (twenty-fixteen) and ended around 2017
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