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The Light Will Be Constant
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They chopped down the tree in front of my window. I was pissed.
cheese weird odd death chicken funny ass shit humor evil magical cheesy biscuit
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Looking for a song about sh*biscuits and/or golden chickens? Hasenyager combines comedy and music in order to realize your dreams.
Hasenyager is an Americanized version of Haschenjager, which is German for 'rabbit hunter.' I am that hunter, or huntress, if you will, and I take my profession very seriously. Which means that, actually, I don't hunt rabbits. I do, however, make half-assed music with Audacity, and upload it onto SoundClick.
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Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Author
Hasenyager
Rights
Hasenyager 2008
Uploaded
June 15, 2008
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:05
Story behind the song
I made a stereotypical opening track introduction, and had to write a song to follow it. I wrote the music, but singing didn't seem right, so I recited some bad poetry of mine.
Lyrics
The first song on the album Always fades in on a mysterious note (Minor key) minor (Typically eastern instruments) eastern instruments (Like a widow mourning) like a widow (The sun rises over the desert) As the red sun rises And actually the rest of the song is totally unrelated The volleyball had been spinning continuously High against the infinitesimally curved sky And though I can remember it accelerating, falling I can't remember it coming back to earth Today they're denying the 89-year-old tree by my Window the honorable lingering death it deserves The branches went first, and now the limbs They quarter it, smothering its simple consciousness How now will I send a message to the Divine Particles Without those little breathers transferring my carbon Into that sky It bothers me more than it logically should That in the morning I will wake up and not see The shadows of leaves on the shade, swaying Half-assedly and reaching for, never attaining, forming Human and animal faces, and gorgeous geometry The shadow of hexagonal playground equipment On hands, the struggle of darkness and light On a face as we swing on the striped sea Back, forth But never forward The light will be constant
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