Stuff
Aside from the second album which I’m currently working on, I’d just like to say an EP’s coming first. Named ‘Albanian Folksongs’ and it will consist me of karaoke-ing anime opening with lyrics babelfished into Albanian while I have no idea how to pronounce the language.
Plus, I’m thinking of making very limited homemade print runs of my albums. Packaged with plenty of random goods and a customized short story for everyone who orders one. More on that soon.
PS: help get a word out for me. My first album’s at http://mmzsavant.wordpress.com/releases/our-new-ruler-the-emperor/ released by Chilean badass M Janet Mars for his netlabel, SAVANT. I am entirely indebted to him, so check him out too.
Poema sobre algo idiota
Dee
está ali um cão
vai-lhe dar umas festinhas
não olhes para o camião
large stir-fried martini shake rap
insert your lyrics here
feeling kinda giddy
Once upon a time there was something or other that was incomprehensible to one Australopithecus. So he decided to evolve into a furry Pokémon, only that didn’t really work out, so he evolved into a large marimba instead.
He is now the king of the beat.
“É uma menina! O que é que lhe quer chamar?”
“Magia Cocaína… da Silva.”
“Com as reticências, minha senhora?”
A senhora não aceitava tais impertinências e deu-lhe uma palmada no rabo. Ao escravo, não ao bebé. Não lhe interessava se o bebé chorava, o escravo era tudo o que interessava.
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Enver Hoxha
Enver Hoxha has a really long henshin sequence.
what is this feeling
“Hey. I have a poem that I would like to read. It’s called AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH and it’s in iambic pentameter.”
The thunderous applause heard from the audience made him blush, like if his cheeks were gently massaged by a leech.
what is it cant you see im doing the dishes
Nicolas Sarkozy looked at his bathroom mirror. He was visibly tired but visibly content. After all, he was having an affair with anime starlet Usagi Tsukino. While he was busy plucking out his chest hairs individually, Usagi entered the bathroom and opened her elaborate makeup box.
“What is that, mon amour?”
“Foundation, Sarkozy-chan.”
“And what is that, mon chérie?”
“Goat blood. It makes me pretty. Pretty. PRETTY.”
And thusly Usagi took the little vial of goat blood and proceeded to smash it on her left cheek.
“AM I PRETTY?”
She ran to her personal goat blood reserves and decided to smatter them all over herself, while howling like a harpy in heat.
All in all, she just wanted to be pretty.
