ThickerUnder Your Nose
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And you know it's happening, can't you see, it shows. And you know He's laughing, no time to lose.

Child rest easy, just nevermind
All she said, you said.
Won't you take it easy, take it all in stride
What she said, you said.

And you know it's happening, right under your nose. And you know, He's laughing, you just can't lose.

Are you feeling queasy need to go outside?
All that she said you said.
If you feel uneasy just give it time,
What she said you said.
Lose it all now and go for a ride,
All she said, you said.
Give it up now, leave it all behind,
What she said, you said. x
Song Comments

The Talent Searcher
Good riff. It makes me think of new wave rock .


IAIA 2007 Golden Kayak Nominees
Alternative Retro and Psychedelic


Noted
Double-tracked vocs are at slight variance leading to a really, well, thick, sound. Backed by a tight Alternative combo


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 8
And not a mag out of Hum no more than out of the mangle weight. Is that a faith? That's the fact. Then riding the ricka and roya romanche, Annona, gebroren aroostokrat Nivia, dochter of Sense and Art, with Sparks' pirryphlickathims funk- ling her fan, anner frostivying tresses dasht with virevlies, while the prom beauties sreeked nith their bearers' skins! — in a period gown of changeable jade that would robe the wood of two cardinals' chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother Mac- Cabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to him down the feedchute, with her femtyfyx kinds of fondling endings, the poother rambling off her nose: Vuggybarney, Wickerymandy!


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