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A collaboration between Epileptic Gibbon a U.K.
based Song Writer (lyrics) and U.S. based Dwwave (sounds & vocals)
based Song Writer (lyrics) and U.S. based Dwwave (sounds & vocals)
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Lyrics
We don't know where we're going
And we don't know where we are
It's Catastrophic City
And the Moon is made of tar
We Don't know when were going
And we don't know where we are
It's Catastrophic City
But You can't get there by car
Who are you guys?
Mr.Blair and Mr. Bush
Total world destruction
Why, what's the rush?
They call it self-harm
They call it a sin
But I've got them fooled
It's not me, it's my twin
Chocalate placebo?
No, it's the real thing
Elvis died on the toilet
Now hail to the brand new king
You think you've got problems
Well listen to this
Aliens stole my buttocks
I've no ass left to kiss
Total eclipse?
It's all on the tele
We lost our fertility
So are we still men?
Bow down to you? , and who else?
Britney Spears
And it's the end of the world
I have no more fears
It's the end of the world
I have no more fears
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
And I have no more fears
My cab has arrived
In Catastrophic City
Catastrophic City
Catastrophic City
My cab has arrived in Catastrophic City
(Lyrics by Epileptic Gibbon)
And we don't know where we are
It's Catastrophic City
And the Moon is made of tar
We Don't know when were going
And we don't know where we are
It's Catastrophic City
But You can't get there by car
Who are you guys?
Mr.Blair and Mr. Bush
Total world destruction
Why, what's the rush?
They call it self-harm
They call it a sin
But I've got them fooled
It's not me, it's my twin
Chocalate placebo?
No, it's the real thing
Elvis died on the toilet
Now hail to the brand new king
You think you've got problems
Well listen to this
Aliens stole my buttocks
I've no ass left to kiss
Total eclipse?
It's all on the tele
We lost our fertility
So are we still men?
Bow down to you? , and who else?
Britney Spears
And it's the end of the world
I have no more fears
It's the end of the world
I have no more fears
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
And I have no more fears
My cab has arrived
In Catastrophic City
Catastrophic City
Catastrophic City
My cab has arrived in Catastrophic City
(Lyrics by Epileptic Gibbon)



















Epileptic Gibbon
… and it's sounding mighty fine! :-)
Good work there, dwwave. This really is in keeping
with the style I was thinking of when I came up with
the lyrics. Those lyrics just came to me while I was in
that strange dark place following the bombs in
London the other week. Like a lot of Brits the events
hit me hard but left me filled with a strange mixture
of relief (that no-one I knew had been hurt or killed),
powerlessness, bitterness, and closeness (this bad
incident has actually brought a lot of people closer
together, the opposite of the terrorists' desired
effect, I guess). The lyrics came out as a result of all
those mixed feelings. I'd like to thank dwwave for
doing such a great job setting my lyrics to music.
This collaboration has been a great catharsis and I
look forward to doing many more. Sorted.