• Artist: Tettix
  • Title: Divine Intervention
  • Genre: Electronic - Experimental
  • Mood: Quirky/Wacky/Silly
  • Speed: Medium Fast (95-130)
  • Instruments: Textures/pads, Loops/Samples
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 7/20/2012
  • Lyric themes: Nonsensical, Other, No Identifiable Theme
  • Lyrics: Wet from all the stereo fuzz in the air it's makin me sick it's makin me aware sweet slumber is fillin my head but the psychic fruits keep reading me dead broadband evangelos sellin me jesus in pop-up windows high-resolution salvation is comin for me try to resist but I can't break free there's a break in the casing just big enough to fit your face in all the water's on the outside but it's spillin in fast and diluting our pride we're logged, like so many fourteen year olds all sick and pretty in their bathrobes beach towels piled up to their pretty little knees but they are not lenders and they don't say please (chorus) The pigs have all died, all's right with the world. The pigs have all died. Divine intervention. (chorus) blessed, like so many who have sneezed before gave it to them now they want it some more in the sock with the cash and the muck from the dock where you planned your exchange till it started to rain "It's really buckets out there" you say "what a downer of a day" she looks up from her coffee and smirks but makes no retort there's a leak in the basement it's big, and it's ugly and it's flooding the pavement all the girls on the outside screaming and yelling and clawing their hide they're gone, like so many great TV shows cancelled cause the network's run by schmoes cash-money piled up to their pretty little knees but they are not lenders and they don't say please (chorus) tight-wads, no we don't like em pedophiles, no we can't stand em boredom, no we can't take it innocence, no we can't spell it flatulence, no we can't smell it milk, no we won't spill it alcohol, no we can't hold it but we suck it down like it's fuckin royal crown perverts, yeah you know we are a-bombs, sure we'll go to war bundt-cake, you're so fat it's sick cigarettes, ash em with a flick choir boys, gettin' flat with age book worms, slurping every page lenders, dishing out the cash, disappearing in a flash, smoking up on too much hash there's a screw loose on the toaster it's burnin all the toast like a plastic monster all the smoke is on the outside it's crowding in quick and choking our pride it's thick, like so many all-purpose glues holding things together whenever they choose so tight together they won't let us leave but they are not lenders and they won't say please

About Tettix

Based in Atlanta, Tettix is an electronic musician with 10+ years of compositions tucked into his belt. His styles range from pop music to a cappella to 8-bit video game-inspired songs.

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