FRENZY OF THE TIKI
Marquesan proudly at the bar - Mischief in his eyes - Arthur Lyman at the xylophone guzzling mai tais - Exotic rhythms hypnotize four hands hot and sweet - All are pissed, drinks they fist - Chomping rum infused coconut meat - It's now, the time is right - The tiki spring to life and chant and dance around the room reeking havoc with your mind - Pulling down your pants and smacking your behind - What the heck is this, these wooden bastards dance? - What a great vacation, bet you wish you'd gone to France - Moai jumping off the wall - Ukulele double-picked - Grabbing genitalia, giving them a pinch - Tiki, tiki: CRUST! - Tiki, tiki: GRIND! - Tiki, tiki: SURF!
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Just picturing the basement dwelling losers standing around in a shitty club with like 12 people pretending that they are artistic geniuses because they make tapes. Basically the worst tendencies in modern noise all compounded into one sound. Then again; most noise is terrible. I mean how much of it do we really need? Damn sorry for being such a bummer. Adam Lehrer/Safety Propganda