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MP3 ? download (4.25 MB) MP3 HiFi ? download (6.8 MB) MP3 LoFi ? download (1.27 MB) Ogg Vorbis ? download (4.32 MB) Ogg Vorbis HiFi ? download (6.85 MB) Ogg Vorbis LoFi ? download (1.28 MB) Lyrics as Text ? download (1.48 KB) MIDI ? download (14.35 KB) Score as Acrobat ? download (232.87 KB) Flac ? download (24.44 MB) Score as Postscript ? download (941.2 KB) MusicXML ? download (603.7 KB) Nightingale ? download (227.77 KB) Notelist ? download (213.8 KB) |
performers: | Ben Sommer, guitars Mike Waite, bass guitar Daigo Fujiwara, double bass Matt Myers, drums Geoff Chirgwin, vocals, synthesizer sequencing |
| duration: | 3 min 12 sec | |
| pages of score: | 26 | |
| recorded at: | Whitehorse Studios, Manomet, Massachusetts Broad Marsh River Studios, Wareham, Massachusetts | |
| mixed at: | Broad Marsh River Studios, Wareham, Massachusetts | |
| mastered at: | Broad Marsh River Studios, Wareham, Massachusetts | |
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lyric: You've got a selfsame twin, I met her last night. Although I couldn't win, I sure put up a fight. [Ooh... Ahh...] She had a coldass lexicon Rollin' off her tongue. Yep, she broke the alen¨on, The restraints came undone. She had redblack hair In a neat little bob And a killer stare That could take down the mob. Selfsame twin She's got me by the balls, And she's about to crush them with her evil muscular hands. She wore tight black leather pants And a conical bustier; The golden tassels danced Around the aureolae She got me all buttered up, As she ripped off my breachclout. I was naked as a little pup, As she beat me with her knout Selfsame twin She's got me by the balls, And she's about to crush them with her evil muscular hands. She makes nothing but discord, That evil diadem. Slashing with her heart sword, She's just a man killing femme. That totipotent somatic cell, Has got me in her sight She'll bring me straight to hell By the end of the night. Selfsame twin She's got me by the balls, And she's about to crush them with her evil muscular hands. You've got a selfsame twin, I met her last night. Although I couldn't win, I sure put up fight. Your teratoma's got you. What was once just a mole Has now got the sinew To take over your soul. Selfsame twin She's got me by the balls, And she's about to crush them with her evil muscular hands. You've got a selfsame twin Although I couldn't win, I sure put up a fight Against that twin o' yours. Selfsame twin Selfsame twin Selfsame twin |
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