THIS ISN'T JUST A SONG, IT’S A FULL-ON FEVER DREAM. 🌀✨ [Intro] [Dry snare snaps, glitchy start] Shamalama. Red lorry, yellow lorry. Red lorry, yellow lorry. [Verse 1: The Beginner] [Rapid fire, clear diction] She sells sea shells by the sea shore. Three witches watch three Swatch watches. Which witch watches which Swatch watch? A big black bug bit a big brown bear, The big brown bear bled blood everywhere. [Chorus] [Percussive, rhythmic] Red leather, yellow leather, Red leather, yellow leather. Red leather, yellow leather, Red leather, yellow leather. [Verse 2: The Intermediate] [Increasing tempo, chopped rimshots] Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? Three switched witches watch three Swatch watch switches. Which switched witch watches which Swatch watch switch? Amos Ames, the amiable aeronaut, In an aerial enterprise at the age of eighty-eight. [Chorus] [Fast, stuttering delivery] Red leather, yellow leather, Red leather, yellow leather. [Solo / Instrumental Break] [Tabla hits, tape stop edits, stereo delay flicks, gritty saturation] [Bridge: The Shift into Chaos] [Aggressive, dark atmosphere] Betty Botter bought a bit of butter. But a bit of better butter makes better batter. Some shun sunshine. Do you shun sunshine? [Whistle] Six thick thistle sticks, six thick thistle sticks. Fine white wine, vinegar and veal. [Final Chorus: The Swiss Master] [Maximum speed, frantic energy] Three Swiss witch-bitches, which wished to be switched, Wish to watch three Swiss Swatch watch switches. Which Swiss witch-bitch, which wishes to be switched, Wishes to watch which Swiss Swatch watch switch? [Drum & Glitch Solo] [Fast-paced, syncopated 808 sub-bass, rapid tabla hits, chopped rimshot patterns, aggressive tape stop edits, stereo delay flicks on glitch percussion, gritty preamp saturation] [Woodchuck Interlude: Call and Response] [Increasingly frantic, tribal beat] How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? [Female backing]: (If he could chuck wood?) He would chuck, he would, as much as he could! [Female backing]: (As much as he could!) And chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would! [Female backing]: (All the wood!) But if a woodchuck could chuck and would chuck some amount of wood... [Female backing]: (How much wood?) How much wood would a woodchuck chuck? [Female backing]: (Tell me how much!) A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could chuck! [Female backing]: (Chuck wood! Chuck wood!) Per day! [Female backing]: (Per day!) But he stops at round about seven hundred pounds! [Female backing]: (Seven hundred pounds!) SEVEN HUNDRED POUNDS! [Female backing]: (A day! A day!) [Outro: The Channeling Breakdown] [Glitchy, chaotic buildup, no melody] Ricardo Valenzuela is off the hockeystick. La Valencia Hotel is i i i incognito with John Smith. Montgomery warns within each other's hemispheres – Lots of dozens of laughs. Bugle beat beach wear doesn't create nothing but eye source. Ahm Montgomery and the skyline... a... a... ah... algorithms... Fuck a shaka licka dingdong... Why do I live in a world of dreams?... The space is infinite, if you go to the end you'll see the devil. No you won't, he doesn't exist... That's what he wants you to think... COOCK!!! Machine tire wind dropping turbulence. Waves crashing penis PAIN. Shamalama. [Abrupt Stop]
