Biografía:
The Moldy Peaches son una banda indie de Port Townsend, Washington, fundada por Adam Green y Kimya Dawson.
Su álbum homónimo rompe todos los moldes. Adam y Kimya cantan a dúo en la habitación de su casa con la única ayuda de una guitarra eléctrica y algo que en algún momento debió pertenecer a una batería completa. Pero es la inteligencia y el talento de The Moldy Peaches lo que emerge con una fuerza brutal, haciendo que nos preguntemos si de verdad merecen la pena complejos procesos de producción
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Otras canciones:
- All I Want Is You
- Goodbye Song
- Who's Got The Crack
- Anyone Else But You
- Nothing Came Out
- Ballad Of Helen Keller And Rip Van Winkle
- County Fair
- Downloading Porn With Davo
- I Forgot
- I Think Im In Love
- Jorge Regula
- Lazy Confessions
- Little Bunny Foo Foo
- Lucky Charms
- Lucky Number Nine
- On Top
- Rainbows
- Secret Tongues
- Steak For Chicken
- Times Are Bad
- Whos Got The Crack
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Am G Am G Am
[Verse]
Am
Mardi Gras came and went
G
All my money has been spent
Am
How am I gonna pay the rent?
G
Sitting on your face (sitting on my ass)
Am
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
Am G N.C.
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Refrain]
Am G Am G
[Verse]
My former life, I was a high roller (my former life, I had a sister.)
Walked around in a diamond stroller ( i abused her and I dissed her)
Found my calling as a part-time bowler (she got swept up in a twister)
Traded my wife in for a new three holer ( first I laughed and then I missed her)
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day (different dreams than yesterday)
Tell your grandparents that they're gay (tell your grandma, you're okay)
Steal their money and run away (kiss her cheek and run away)
Cuz me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art: (we invented this new kind of darts)
Post-Modernest Throwing Darts (Hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart)
Smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who mistook this crap for genius? (Who is dancing on the ceiling?)
Who is gonna stroke my penis? (Who is gonna hurt my feelings?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book (even your mother is a crook)
But if you get a closer look (but if I get a closer look)
There's shit on every hand you shook (there's shit on every road you took)
If you don't believe me, look at your hand (if you don't believe me, read the book)
Who made all these things for killing? (somebody's making a killing)
Who's pussy hole needs filling? (Who's empty heart needs filling?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Outro]
Am N.C.
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G N.C G
(Who am I gonna stick my dick in?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Am G Am G Am
[Verse]
Am
Mardi Gras came and went
G
All my money has been spent
Am
How am I gonna pay the rent?
G
Sitting on your face (sitting on my ass)
Am
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
Am G N.C.
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Refrain]
Am G Am G
[Verse]
My former life, I was a high roller (my former life, I had a sister.)
Walked around in a diamond stroller ( i abused her and I dissed her)
Found my calling as a part-time bowler (she got swept up in a twister)
Traded my wife in for a new three holer ( first I laughed and then I missed her)
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day (different dreams than yesterday)
Tell your grandparents that they're gay (tell your grandma, you're okay)
Steal their money and run away (kiss her cheek and run away)
Cuz me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art: (we invented this new kind of darts)
Post-Modernest Throwing Darts (Hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart)
Smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who mistook this crap for genius? (Who is dancing on the ceiling?)
Who is gonna stroke my penis? (Who is gonna hurt my feelings?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book (even your mother is a crook)
But if you get a closer look (but if I get a closer look)
There's shit on every hand you shook (there's shit on every road you took)
If you don't believe me, look at your hand (if you don't believe me, read the book)
Who made all these things for killing? (somebody's making a killing)
Who's pussy hole needs filling? (Who's empty heart needs filling?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
[Outro]
Am N.C.
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
G N.C G
(Who am I gonna stick my dick in?)
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
The Moth & T (...)
The Motion Sick
The Mouldy Peach (...)
The Mountain Goa (...)
The Move