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Dhaka-dice
This is not as much a side-project to Fungus (since Fungus IS pretty much my solo project anyway) as it is sort of a test tube where I try out my ideas to see what they sound like with full instrumentation. Most of these songs are written for Fungus and will be played live and maybe even recorded in a real studio some time in the future, so a lot of the songs are really "Fungus" songs that are complete even before the other members have even heard them. You could say they are to demo recordings what regular demo recordings are to professional studio recordings. I also use the pseudonym "Dhaka-dice" when making hip-hop beats. But I'm not sure I can upload all my beats, as some of them contain samples that haven't been altered enough for me to be able to call them my own. Anyways, if you're curios about what I'm doing, feel free to listen.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Grunge
Charts
Peak #1,048
Peak in subgenre #58
Author
Tomas Rauhala
Rights
2005
Uploaded
May 15, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 4:14
Story behind the song
Well, once again, my bass player suggested that we should get a "real" singer. Sure, why not? I could still write all the music, all the lyrics, get us gigs, and let someone else have all the fun. I might as well quit the band. And while I'm at it, I could let someone who is more well-equipped genitally have sex with my girlfriend for me (not that I even have one any more) because I'm as lousy in bed as I am on the microphone. It's not like music is my life and Fungus is the only thing I can actually be proud of. Since I'd rather have a threesome with Britney and Paris Hilton than having some retard ruining my music by writing cheesy lyrics, I tried imagining what it would be like to have someone else singing my lyrics, pretending to be me, without knowing shit about how it feels to be me, not even knowing what the lyrics are about. So even though there never was another singer, I still wrote this song as if he was real. The day I finally give up and agree to get "a real singer", I'll give the poor vocalist these lyrics with a sinister grin on my face.
Lyrics
I stuff my mouth full of your shit chew until it turns to gold then give it back to you so you can show the whole fucking world just how talented you are no one knows that you're a fraud no one can see clearly no one can see but me You ain't shit without me You ain't shit even with me The only thing I can do well I do it just for myself not for you to meddle with get your greasy paws away from it I may have inferior genes but you don't know what half of it means I keep pushing until my face is blue if I'm not worthy, then neither are you You ain't shit without me You ain't shit even with me I guess I'll have to stick to living through you I guess that looking up to you will do Credit my work to some idiot buffon I'm not a real person, I'm just a cartoon
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