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The Little Mer-ape
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If oceapes had evolved in a manner similar to whales from dogs.
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
Charts
Peak #599
Peak in subgenre #95
Author
Hasenyager
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Hasenyager 2008
Uploaded
September 13, 2008
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:34
Story behind the song
I got some clips from my aunt-and-uncle's foster child's Ariel pretend-phone, and totally made a song out of it.
Lyrics
"Hi. It's me-- Ariel. Would you like to go exploring?" I WANT TO DIE "Maybe we can find some treasure!" My ears have evolved to hear very low frequencies I'm an ape with fins but I'm still not a sea monkey I have no legs to I can't fall to my knees IN ANGUISH But I'm still your closest relative... under the sea Looking out at the water Still haven't fully adapted My little sharp teeth can slaughter But my mind is totally sapped All we can do, all we can do Is sing our whaley songs All we can do, all we can do Is figure out rights from wrongs A fledgling species fighting for life Hoarding resources; so full of strife All we can do, all we can do Is figure out how to survive My skin has evolved to be rubbery and gray And my huge black eyes can only see things during the day I have one nostril-- it's located on top of my head SUFFOCATING It helps me survive but I still kinda wish I was dead Looking out at the ocean Tropical fish and squids They're so happy but oh shit Maybe we don't belong it's All we can do, all we can do To sing our whaley songs All we can do, all we can do To figure out rights from wrongs A fledgling species fighting for life Hoarding resources; so full of strife All we can do, all we can do Is figure out how to survive Look at this shit Isn't it sweet? Wouldn't you say my collection is 1337? I have no hands I have no hair I should be happy here but I wanna be there The waves roll up The waves roll down It's monotony, but we can't drown I have no heart I have no hands Please just bury me under the sands What can we do, what can we do? We'll sing our whaley songs What can we do, what can we do? We'll figure out what went wrong A fledgling species fighting for life Hoarding resources-- so full of strife What can we do? What we've gotta do Is figure out how to survive Survive You pollute our homes You kill us for food ("pleasure") Our skin flakes are lipstick Your oil is crude LIKE YOUR HEARTS We're like your cousins, but You're such fools You wanna destroy everything Under your rule Wish I could be DEAD Wish you would see DARKNESS What you've done to the world
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