Egyptian Hairstyles

by Styop Quoons

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This is my latest major recording project, intended as a followup to Taking Back Thursday. This album, as well as the forthcoming album The Man From Uranus, represents the best of the songs I've written between 2010-11 (with a couple of older oddballs thrown in just for fun).

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released 12 October 2011
All Instruments Played or Programmed by Styop Quoons.

All Lyrics and Music by Styop Quoons.

Produced and Engineered by Styop Quoons.

Copyright 2011 MUFFIN. All Rights Reserved.

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tags: alternative avant-garde geek rock nerdcore punk Denver

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Track Name: Sweet Daddy Munchkin
Oh, sweet daddy munchkin,
I seen you outside in the yard
You was lookin' so pale
And you told me a tale
And you said that your luck had been hard

Oh, sweet daddy munchkin
I despise your peen-whackin' ways
I gave you a dime
and you wasted my time
And you set my poor homestead ablaze

Oh, why did I trust ya?
That deceitful munchkin you are
I was blinded by smoke
I coughed and I choked
Meanwhile you made off with my car

Oh, sweet mother Mary
I won't trust a munchkin no more
If I see one again
I'll just smile and pretend
That I don't see him outside my door
Track Name: Cryptic Comment
We were holding hands
All alone in the park

We were holding hands
All alone in the dark

And then you made that cryptic comment
It made me want to stick my weenie in you
That's what I want to do
Just for you

And so I made a cryptic comment
Girl, and then I stuck my weenie in you
That's what I'm gonna do
Yes it's true

I want to stick my weenie in you
Track Name: His Last Few Days
Sit on the sofa
Count as the days go past
And I'm thinking maybe
Today might be the last

But if it's not I'll just
Sit by the TV collecting dust
This isn't quite how I thought it'd be
Wonder if they still remember me

Sit on the sofa
Every day's the same
Watch the TV
Will they mention my name?

But if they don't I'll just
Sit a dark room collecting dust
It's said and done made my point I guess
This is how I'll spend the rest
of my days.

Sit on the sofa
Sure ain't much to do
Wish that somebody out there
Would bring me a Mountain Dew

I'll remain here by and by
and when they shoot me I will die