Assorted Suburban Theme Songs
by The Nose Cola
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Apple Orchard (Part 1)
03:25
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White Wings
02:54
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Gypsy Rover
02:55
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1932
01:07
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Damascus Aeroplane
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Mystics in Bali
08:24
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Apple Orchard (Part 2)
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about
This was my first full length (if you can call it that) release under the Nose Cola name, it was months of recording, re-editing, writing, and re-writing. It's not by far perfect, but I think that it's good.
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released 09 November 2011
The Nose Cola players
Thomas E Wesier: Guitar, Vocals, Air Organ, Drum Machines, Fuzz Bass.
Merlin Baumer: Squeaks and Squeals, Blips and Bloops.
Becky Weiser: Vocals, spoken word, moral support.
The Nose Cola players
Thomas E Wesier: Guitar, Vocals, Air Organ, Drum Machines, Fuzz Bass.
Merlin Baumer: Squeaks and Squeals, Blips and Bloops.
Becky Weiser: Vocals, spoken word, moral support.
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The Nose Cola is a recording project started in August of 2011 by me, (Thomas Weiser). I play most of the instruments and release things whenever I feel like it.
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- Track Name: Apple Orchard (Part 1)
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Show me the way
To an apple orchard
thats flying away
with wings made of plastic
Savoring things
That don't belong to me
Where is this place going to go
When everyone's dead
And nothing can save them from the almighty rapture
and capture of memories
They wanted to keep inside with them
Naked and burning with Kerosene
and eyelids of innocent children wander
freely around the room, made of velvet
Shadows pass along the corridors and hallways
with mustard gas, and defective drum machines
nothing I take for granted stands in the place of the
tales of hornets and fisherman trials
of fire and tumbling
spirals out wild, like things that I'm making up
Show me the way
Show me the way
to an apple orchard
were flowers lay
all broken and dying
things once savored
still don't belong to me
where has this palce gone after everyones dead.
