Vanilla

by The Busty Brunettes

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Our first album baybeeee! (Cover Art Temporary)

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released October 25, 2016

Bryan Mac - Drums
Brad 'The Juice' Hemphill - Bass
Blake Mother Michael Fucking Barrett - Uke

'F1' and 'Sorry You're Married' were recorded and produced by Jay White @ Admiral Sounds: www.facebook.com/AdmiralSound

All other songs were recorded by us.

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Track Name: B.A. Fires
Driving around the 4th
I'm starting to feel dumb
Let's take this box of mortar shells
And make a little chaos

I don't give a shit
I'm looking for some empty windows
A garage door that wasn't shut
Anything that can burn or break

Maybe your insurance will cover it
Maybe I will claim it was an accident
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Naaaa, it was just for fun

And when I see your car is in flames
I'll even call the fire department
I'll point them in the right direction
But your garage is fucked

Maybe your insurance will cover it
Maybe I will claim it was an accident
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Naaaa, it was just for fun
Track Name: Filthy Thieves
You filthy fucking thieves
You come into my house
Stealing all my shit
So you can buy some meth

You come into my house
You filthy fucking thieves
If I could see you now
I would stab you with a steak knife

The police don't do shit
The police don't do shit
I'm gonna make'em pay
For stealing my N64

You filthy fucking thief
You're living in my home
You eat up all my food
And you never pay your bills

You're living in my home
You filthy fucking thief
Pawning all my valuables
You worthless fucking leech

And the complex don't do shit
And the complex don't do shit
I wanna make'em pay me back
But I'll never see my money again
Track Name: 123 Fuck Off
You better listen up and you better listen good
'Cause I'm gonna say this once and one time only
I'm really tired of all you mother fuckers
Always saying you're lonely

[We Improv The Rest Of The Lyrics]
Track Name: Mexican Food
Can I get a soda?
Some chips and salsa
I like guacamole
And queso; white or yellow

I like margaritas
But fajitas are so good
Can I get some napkins
And a refill on those chips

This place is gross
I don't think I'll come back
Tienes por nada
Tienes por nada

Mariachi music screeches
Through the stereo system
Can I get a burger
Or maybe chicken tenders

A burrito is my choice
With rice and beans
A corona on the side
And more salsa please

This place is gross
I don't think I'll come back
Tienes por nada
Tienes por nada
Track Name: Goldie
Back when we worked at Sam's
There was this badass indian man
He would always say 'Thank you, Brother'
Whenever we would load his van

He would always smile and act polite
A very kind an virtuous man
I remember one cold, snowy day
He even let us drive his van

His name is Goldie
Meatballs & Milk
His name is Goldie
Meatballs & Milk

He owns an indian palace
A master of curry and spice
He gave me and my friends free ice cream
'Cause he's so fucking nice

And he would Godbless us
And God will Godbless him
For the 40 gallons that
We would bring in

Milk milk milk milk milk milk Meatballs and
Milk milk milk milk milk milk Meatballs and
Milk milk milk milk milk milk Meatballs and
Milk milk milk milk milk milk Meatballs and
MMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLKK
Track Name: Oranges
When I wake up in the morning
The first thing I want
Is an orange in my hand

I peel that sucker open
With haste and greed
A glowing treat that fills my heart

And I
I fucking love oranges
I fucking want them
I fucking want them
Yea I
I fucking love oranges
I fucking need them
I fucking need them
Yes I
I fucking love oranges
I fucking eat them
I fucking eat them

I don't need candy
Or any other kind of fruit
I only have desire for oranges

All that vitamin C
Makes me feel so damn good
I think I'll eat 5 in one sitting

I
I fucking love oranges
I fucking want them
I fucking want them
Oh Yeah I
I fucking love oranges
I fucking need them
I fucking need them
I
I fucking love oranges
I fucking eat them
I fucking eat them
Yes I
I fucking love oranges
I'd fucking fuck them
I'd fucking fuck them
Track Name: This Boy
Young man has many secrets to hide
Desk in day with a job at the side
If only his peers before him knew
Just how great he is and how good-looking too

Obvious but he fights for you
Show some respect there Cindy Lou
A girl as fair yourself should know
You oughta give'em a wink, blow him a kiss

Before you know it, he'll disappear
Leaving light trace luminous sear
To be attacked by a metal gear
But have no fear! This Boy is here!

There he goes, faster than a hurricane
No one knows, for he has a hidden name
No one says he's awful or incompetent
They praise him high as the best with some confidence

Well he's ready to take on the task
Flies in the sun to shine and bask
Through cityscapes, through the hills
In the cold cold mountains but he don't get no chills

Bust in with a mighty gusts of air
Kung Fu grip on the bull's hair
Blinks like its nothing cuz he's aware
Speed so great, the future's over there

From the paper we must be saved
Beam blast, turtle wave
Enclosed explosion, sonic roar
For now the foul enemy is no more

There he goes, faster than a hurricane
No one knows, for he has a hidden name
And no one says he's awful or incompetent
They praise him high as the best with some confidence
Track Name: Moving Cages
The sun's beating down relentlessly
Giving us no time to breath
It hits upon the back of our necks
Melting all our hopes away

The winds of The Witch are icy
Cold will freeze and numb our face
But it's not enough to stop the pain
To stop our now expected pace

And The Dragons
They just sit and wait
And the trolls are feeding off
Of the higher ups when they're bait

Here we slave away praying for the day
The Floyd will save us bold
From the most evil
The dyke with a black hole and no soul

Moving Cages
Pushing Moving Cages
Forced to set them in their stages
Through the mazes
Trapping all the sages
Shutting wisdom from the pages

She's a monster with stone eyes
That can't be stopped by the mortal man
The villagers run away because they cannot fight
They are not fans-

Of the destroyed towns
So we call upon the great ones
To redeem our daughters and sons
And we wish that we had our guns

So we push. Push on through
Down to the last inch for our food
Even though we're out of mood
Break our limit for she's crude

The Sages
Will come and seal her fate
But alas
They've come much too late

Moving Cages
Pushing Moving Cages
Forced to set them in their stages
Through the mazes
Trapping all the sages
Shutting wisdom from the pages
Track Name: Pocket Monsters
Are you a boy?
Are you a girl?
What is your name?
Welcome to this world.

Inhabitants are creatures of all sorts
Monsters in your pocket who will lead the course

We're on the road to win
Conquer the badge and gym
The sounds will sing their hymn
Go exploring with our friends

The Lands and Seas will show their might
Black and White will have their fight
A battle of Space and Time
Gods and Darkness will collide

Off to adventure
We'll soar through the skies
We'll surf the vast oceans
And cruise along on our bikes

Go forth and challenge the elites and champions
And claim our rightful title, as the best until the end

We'll be one with nature
Tropics to the glaciers
Form a strong alliance
With the help of science

And we'll train much harder
Given one great starter
Catching all the legends
And do it all again

Fire Blast
Hydro Pump
Solar Beam
Thunderbolt

Focus Punch
Sky Attack
Dragon Claw
Earthquake

We're on the road to win
Conquer the badge and gym
The sounds will sing their hymn
Go exploring with our friends

The Lands and Seas will show their might
Black and White will have their fight
A battle of Space and Time
Gods and Darkness will collide

Off to adventure
We'll soar through the skies
We'll surf the vast ocean
And cruise along on our bikes

Go forth and challenge the elites and champions
And claim our rightful title, as the best until the end
Track Name: F1
Sittin' on the porch drinking 3.2 beer
We're staring at the sky but I haven't got a fear
The meat is cooking slow on that fire pit outside
The wall clouds hang down low and the wind is getting high

Tornado sirens blare, the rain won't seem to calm
I'm getting drunk, I'm talking to my mom
The food looks delicious as we're warned of a flood
Even if the house gets leveled, at least we're eating steak
Track Name: Sorry You're Married
AY AY I'm sorry that you're married
AY AY But you made me feel silly
AY AY Do not engage in white yet
AY AY Too dumb to have your lives set

AY AY Sorry for the canary
AY AY Heads are much to airy
AY AY Something must shout out
AY AY Climax can never spout

Well you're really wrecking me
You're all on cut and bleed
Defensive and sarcastic you portray yourself to be
The public truth is false
You're smile is on halt
I hope to drag you down with me; your status, pride, and all


You gotta break ties with the old man
And I gotta break those tides with my own hand
I'm the only groom you'll ever need
But it looks like someone else has got the lead

Offers came and given but you were just sittin', continued on livin'
As they come around again, for some reason you're too quickly in
This funny world seems to carry its weight and I'd hate to say, you're wising up too late
Before you know it, all alone and in rue, this funny world is making fun of you

AY AY Sorry you're not single
AY AY But you know that won't linger
AY AY Might as well just act nice
AY AYBecause we're all just gambling dice

AY AY Sorry you're so stupid
AY AY At this state it's lucid
AY AY Stop stepping in the ring
AY AY Just giving it a fling

Telling you right now
He's sucking on a sow
I'm confused just as you are but it's making us say "ow"
Why is it so damn hard?
Keep drawing the wrong card
Is it your fault? Is it my fault? Maybe we should just retard

A man should not complain
Don't be a little bitch when you feel some pain
Force it down, power through
Only you can better you

She might have fled the country
She might be gone to Europe
She might just be a tall young model and I was really close to picking her up
She might have acting lips
Or held tight perfect hips
She might be too cool, too fine, with cute outfits and dresses, taking me on a damn guilt trip
She might be too good for her own good
And at the end we're both misunderstood
But I'm just gonna be the better of us, forget it, digress it as I should