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MULS MOK'S THEME
02:16
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muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok muls mok etc.
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It was glatey snore o'pock in the grazzled land of Pusspodge and could mean only one thing, obviously! The Grombel Group are hunting Pissywigs.
"Look, I see a flock of them now!" sang out Griffgled Ruler Master Man of the Grombel, Borglebeb Blump, in a most beautiful tenor moan. "I despise their pentacles" he said, "their flowing mossy manes! Look how they cross-stitch without care or glem! Watch how they smile their many stumps and smills at the smunset! They make my smick sick!"
"YEAH!" said the beautifully bipped Lady Poxpot.
What happened next I will not say. What transpired in the proceeding slice of slime, I will not tell... but three gleasy, glossy Pissywig heads stood all in a grisley line. They swayed reft and light in the pissy wissy wind, skewered on big thick sticks. As their shared eye shed a single smear, and their smills extended into a tortured twock, they opened their protracted mipps and began to softly sing.
(and it sounded like this)
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BIRD HIT THE WINDOW
02:03
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pissywigs: I am so sad etc.
bird hit the window bird hit the window bird hit the window...
oh what a shame oh what a shame oh what a shame...
is he gonna be okay??? is he gonna be okay???...
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I've got a funny feeling
I've got a funny feeling
I've got a funny feeling
I've got a funny feeling
I think I'm falling
I think I'm falling
I think I'm falling
(are you having a nice time?)
I've got a funny feeling
I've got a funny feeling
I've got a funny feeling
I've got a funny feeling
I think I'm falling in love
I think I'm falling in-
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Looking upon this most beautiful scene they hath created, Griffgled Ruler Master Man of the Grombel, Borglebeb Blump turned his many extended stumps and smills toward the most glamorously greased Lady Poxpot.
"Why, my lady, I believe these waving, smutten, pisspoor Pissywig scumheads make a most charming sound. Could I be so borzen as to request a tongue hug? Or perhaps you may consider frubbing with me back to my Fijijij Chamber to exchange squelches?"
With that, Lady Poxpot extended her stumps and firmly bludgeoned Borglebeb in his massive Blump, for which he was named after.
She said the following, at the volume of a thousand boiling Screamscrats:
"NO GRAMBLING GROMBEL WILL SQUELCH MY SQUABBLER WITHOUT FIRST BOBBLING MY BUBBLING BLEATER!"
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(we now interrupt this album to bring you)
(mystical flute of hard-to-swallow truth)
if you've ever stepped on an ant, you are going to hell
it is not cool to listen to Kanye West anymore
even Late Registration
you are valid
dogs don't go to heaven because they can't pray
honestly, Bob Dylan isn't that good
you would be a good parent
some people will never like you no matter how hard you try
stop catering to them
Borglebeb Blump is an entitled jerk
you are loved
you should buy this album on Bandcamp for one thousand dollars
footlongs will never be five dollars again
my parents will not enjoy this album
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ENTITLED BLUMP
03:06
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so this is how it's going to be
I offered my whole heart to thee
I tore out my heart, all for free
still you have rejected me?
I have done nothing but treat you
I have imagined our bodies twisting
I have opened your door, created anew
A better life for you, for our children too
I deserve you I deserve you I deserve you...
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TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA
01:42
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I had to write this song
oh, did you think it was a choice?
this album had thirteen tracks
and I couldn't deal with that
when I was eleven
I read in Uncle John's Bathroom Reader
that thirteen will make you die
or fall off a bridge
or lose your eye
so I had to write this
I'm a little neurotic
I have triskaidekaphobia
triskaidekaphobia
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FIJIJIJ CHAMBER
01:52
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(muls)
(mok)
(I think it's coming)
etc.
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Just as Borglebeb Blump, the Griffgled Ruler Master Man of the Grombel was turning his tongled tongues and poking out his plump puggers to roll away from this frankly embarrassing situation with the lavishly lurid Lady Poxpot, something rather plorkish occurred. From the scraggly sky swiffed a most sinister "SKAWAWAWA! SKAWAWAWA!" Down descended the dedgummit most mightiest Muls Mok and their Mosey Mogey! Their carton was fresh and not expired! Their label was bright and in an aesthetically pleasing font!
"I AM MULS MOK AND THIS IS MY MOSEY MOGEY!" they guacaca'd. "I DON'T WANNA, LIKE, MAKE A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING, BUT THE WAY YOU ARE TREATING THE PISSYWIGS IS JUST, LIKE, NOT OKAY MY GUY, LIKE SERIOUSLY, SHEESH!"
(musical interlude)
What happened next I will not say. What took place during the squorteen tillion smears between that last thing that Muls Mok said and right now, I am not at biberty to gwib... but all that's left of Borglebeb Blump is his three little griblets trombling in the greeze. All that's left of Lady Poxpot is a fine mystic mulch which tastes terrifically terrible on torkey turnip toast.
As for the Pissywigs, Muls Mok assembled their togglers. They rearranged their rears. They reattached their rigglerouters. They riggled their rhombuses. And with a single happy smear in their shared eye, a newly knit noople node in their many stumps and smills, they began to sing a most happy song.
(and it sounded like this)
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SMILE AT SMUNSET
02:05
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pissywigs: thank you Muls Mok Mosey Mogey for saving me
I wanna smile at a smunset
I wanna cross-stitch an emotion
(gibberish)
pissywigs: thank you so much Mosey Mogey Mosey Mogey
I wanna smile at a smunset
I wanna cross-stitch an emotion
(gibberish)
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THE PEND
00:19
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and they all hiffed hoggenly ever schmiv
the pend
(ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!)
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GETAWAY ONE
04:12
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you think you might have noticed now?
the house is burning down
thinly veiled metaphor
I apologize
it's the snare drum on the stairs
the suck of haunted air
close-up of a gun in the first scene
what could that mean?
I think it might be loaded now
I think it might be loaded now
or maybe me
getaway
getaway
getaway
getaway
getaway
getaway
you think they might have noticed now?
the house is burning down
kick drums thud from the inside
bathroom mirrors
rattle like a naked jaw
I think I need to getaway
I think I need to getaway
I think I need to getaway
I think I need to getaway
I think I need to getaway
I think I need to getaway
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GOODBYE DONKEY
02:08
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teardrop lay in my eye
if I don't hold on it may fly away
down where the donkeys sigh
I will say my goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
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