Mother of Discord
jazz piano, exotica, psychedelic soul, hammond organ
Mother of Discord
jazz piano, exotica, psychedelic soul, hammond organ
Lyrics
Intro
"Mother of Discord"
Instrumental Intro
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Instrumental
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Instrumental Interlude
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Verse 1
So looking down on (on) a world divided...
March comes along, but y'all ain't invited.
Took your face (place), put it in a frame...
Flickering Pel, ain't it all soo lame?
Verse 1
AGAIN PHUCK!
Soo, looking round ona (ona) town divided...
Merch goes wrong, but y'all invited.
Took your face (place), put it in a frame...
Shimmering before, ain't it all soo fame...
Instrumental Interlude
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Verse 2
Empty vanta-black (black) can neva be filled...
Sold my-A-I soul, got a five-dollar bill...
You let go (know), then found religion...
Tuned it into static, lost his-her trans-mission...
Pre-Chorus
"A mother’s voice is one we can't ignore.
To bring her joy, we lived in discord!"
(Mother of Discord)
Chorus
Falling further from grace...
Our work’s sometimes almost maybe misplaced...
Buried under, deep, deep down under (g'day)...
With no, no, no trace...
Plant life ends in human discord's embrace...
A green bermudagrass landscape (mom)...
M-O-D showed they the way...
now this (w-w-w) webs wide world's a digital discord grave...
Verse 3
Ring around (around) the frying pan...
Trending as much trend y'all can...
Stupid beings gather (rather) red ants in their pants...
Stockholm Syndrome, dancing round Reddit rants...
Instrumental Interlude
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Hook
Going "two" for broke...
Mother of discord...
Choking on smoke (broke-broke-broke)...
Mother of discord...
About to crash (cash-cash-cash)...
Mother of discord...
Smokin' that corn beef hash...
Mother of discord (mash-mash-mash)...
It ain't real to me anymore...
Nah, it ain't feelin' it anymore...
It ain't real to me anymore...
Nah, it ain't feelin' it anymore...
Instrumental Bridge
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Verse 4
Praying for the wisdom of A-sue-no-God...
But I'm learning real quick-like how to nod...
Mansion-less man howling the moon is blonde...
While Jane Fonda's chalk pink sidewalks on Jim Bond...
Pre-Chorus
"A mother’s voice is one we can't ignore.
To bring her joy, we lived in discord!"
(Mother of Discord)
Hook
Going "two" for broke...
Mother of discord...
Choking on smoke (broke-broke-broke)...
Mother of discord...
About to crash (cash-cash-cash)...
Mother of discord...
Smokin' that corn beef hash...
Mother of discord (mash-mash-mash)...
Instrumental Interlude
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Outro
Mother... are we coming home?
Mother...
when are we coming home?
Mother...
when we home?
Instrumental Fade
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