Wednesday, September 8, 2010

B is for HSIB

"deep in the half dead cadavers archives, we found this old track. it's cold. just the voice... maybe a few instruments but the thing is, this was so cool; brought back memories. the band has grown since then of course but it was tracks like this and old fashion napalm that made what we do now so much fun yuh know. run into the studio - lay a track down at 1:00 am in the morning over licorice and hershey's milk chocolate drinks. classic isn't it? anyways - enjoy this audio - H.SI.B [hamsters swim in buttermilk]" - TJH


video


Uno, Dos Threce [let’s go!]

Chorus:
Hamsters swim in buttermilk
They spin and spatter in the frying pan
They won’t fall in the fire [repeat]

Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this corner HOUSE
The people are macoing

Hamsters swim in buttermilk
They spin and spatter in the frying pan
They won’t fall in the fire [repeat]

Verse one:
Tears they burn his deepest throat
I guess that’s all she wrote
Haven’t you got a heart?

I lost your number not my phone
I try so hard not to-be-alone
Won’t you come on over
AND PLAY WITH MY WI-FI

Hook:
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this corner HOUSE
The people are macoing
Verse Two:
Can’t you see I needed you.
I’m sitting I don’t know what to do
I wrote this simple song that has nothing to do with NAPALM

I move forward and then I stop
Just like the rain soon I will drop
But not before I clear
My mind of pieces of paper

Chorus:
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this corner HOUSE
The people are macoing

Hamsters swim in buttermilk
They spin and spatter in the frying pan
They won’t fall in the fire [repeat]

Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this corner HOUSE
The people are macoing

Verse Three:
Yes hello it’s me again.
I sent you a text can’t we be friends
I hope you’ll answer this time
And give me a piece of your time
OOOOOOHHH!
Chorus:
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this cor-ner
Save me from this corner HOUSE
The people are macoing

Hamsters swim in buttermilk
They spin and spatter in the frying pan
They won’t fall in the fire [repeat]

Oh yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Oh yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

© 2010

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