Black Russian EP

by Son Gulien

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released 09 June 2013

All songs composed, written & performed by Son Gulien
Mixing & mastering by Sake C. Buenos
Artwork by E. Ager & Son Gulien

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Track Name: Boston, Boston
Here, skirts are shorter than the life of a myopathic child.
I recognized your mother in the last “Girls Gone Wild”.
To keep me competitive, now I work on my sixpack,
And I traded my self-esteem for a high-protein snack.

I want to be a part of it, Boston, Boston (X2)

Here, I feel like Greystoke on the Planet of the Apes.
I just have enough English for ordering sour grapes.
I did struggle to find the same Nikes as Marty.
But the bouncer didn’t let me get into the party.

I want to be a part of it, Boston, Boston (X2)

Here, I train for the Green Card by adding cream in my coffee.
And I promise, the next time, I will get a liquor ID.
I will not leave Beantown without shagging a cheerleader.
Here comes the Carolingian. Cry me a Charles river.

I want to be a part of it, Boston, Boston (X4)
Track Name: Black Russian
I glow in the dark like a birthday cake.
You should wear sunglasses to combat your headache.
I don’t believe in God because I live in the Future.
You bout to keep pace by dating a mature.

I am a black Russian (X2)

Planets spin as crack pole dancers.
To maintain balance, I will get new sneakers.
Let me light a cigarette before Alzeihmer’s strikes me,
And then, I may follow you if you are still seeking Amy.

I am a black Russian (X2)

I used to be tender, to what I remember.
It’s like peeing in the shower to save water.
I don’t love you, I was lying on the bed,
As I am kicking the mic with a broken leg.

I am a black Russian (X2)
Track Name: Phnom Penh
I wish you to be unhappy
I wish you to be sad
I hope that you will fade lonely
That would make me feel glad

I wish you to be unhappy
I wish you to be sad
We thought it was The Game Of Life
But we were playing Mad

That was so you, that was so mean
I did love you; I’ve been such a bean

I broke too many pebbles in penal colony of my mind.
I would have felt more wise if I had become blind.
I tried to move backward but you were sitting on the remote.
Sharing a hot pot with Pol Pot could not beat the bloat.

I wish you to be unhappy
I wish you to be sad
I hope that you will fade lonely
That would make me feel glad

I wish you to be unhappy
I wish you to be sad
We thought it was The Game Of Life
But we were playing Mad

That was so you, that was so mean
I did love you; I’ve been such a bean

How do you like your greater life, vile gold digger?
Ask Goldfinger to rub your back in your golden shower.
I will enter posterity as a medical case report.
I woke up from catalepsy. Thanks for the support.