Housebroken
from Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody by Dr. Mindflip
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Record/Vinyl + Digital AlbumDeluxe 12" album - remastered especially for vinyl. Presented in a beautiful sleeve and pressed onto premium discs with trippy-as-hell centre labels. Includes a double-sided poster insert with full lyrics, narration script, and album credits.
Includes unlimited streaming of Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 3 daysedition of 100Purchasable with gift card€20 EUR or more
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumComes with mindmelting CD body artwork, sweet cover art, and a 12-page booklet with complete lyrics and narration script.
Includes unlimited streaming of Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 3 daysedition of 200Purchasable with gift card€12 EUR or more
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Buy the Full Digital Album
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Record/Vinyl + Digital AlbumThe complete, limited goodie box featuring: Roominations 12" LP and CD editions, tarot t-shirt, button badge, card & sticker pack
Includes unlimited streaming of Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 3 daysedition of 50Purchasable with gift card€50 EUR or more
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lyrics
The scene melts away, as night falls. A chill fills Thomas' veins as he discovers the house to be completely empty, the partygoers and their garish trinkets all gone without a trace.
Now there are candles. Roses. Silk sheets. And a woman in a red dress, sweeping across the room. She is beautiful, so beautiful, and yet her face is riddled with sorrow.
Bought a meal for two from Mephisto at the Broken Mirror seven hells ago
Now, in my reflection, I can’t see any sense of three-dimensionality
I’m a poorly-wrought caricature at best
Less a personality, a pair of breasts
I’m Bill Murray and he’s Andie
Red dress every day and I can’t breathe
Or move through the house with all these flowers
And pricks everywhere that bleed my hours dry of affection
Attention please!
Invisible people shouting ‘bitch’ at me:
The worst thing about falling apart is the sweaty hand of the disaster artist
So I conspire to perspire another way
Fudding myself on the phone all day
Mother’s on the couch and she wants my ears
Johnathan’s on the couch and he wants my years
I can’t sign in blood if it don’t come
Holding back the tide with a fake son
Shelly’s on the couch with a featherlight brain
And a scales to weigh my life
Dennis is at the door, talking more shit
I’ve palmed a sticky penny for my ferry across this Styx
Sticks and stones and broken homes
And social vultures circling a pattern that’s repeating
I’m a pattern that’s repeating
Don’t you bother rushing on your way home
I just need a little time to fertilise the pieces of my life that ain’t grown
Beyond staring at this bridge dreaming of escaping to some imaginary place
Right on the shores of fixing me and breaking you
Cos between you and me, it ain’t good
I just wanna live
Now there are candles. Roses. Silk sheets. And a woman in a red dress, sweeping across the room. She is beautiful, so beautiful, and yet her face is riddled with sorrow.
Bought a meal for two from Mephisto at the Broken Mirror seven hells ago
Now, in my reflection, I can’t see any sense of three-dimensionality
I’m a poorly-wrought caricature at best
Less a personality, a pair of breasts
I’m Bill Murray and he’s Andie
Red dress every day and I can’t breathe
Or move through the house with all these flowers
And pricks everywhere that bleed my hours dry of affection
Attention please!
Invisible people shouting ‘bitch’ at me:
The worst thing about falling apart is the sweaty hand of the disaster artist
So I conspire to perspire another way
Fudding myself on the phone all day
Mother’s on the couch and she wants my ears
Johnathan’s on the couch and he wants my years
I can’t sign in blood if it don’t come
Holding back the tide with a fake son
Shelly’s on the couch with a featherlight brain
And a scales to weigh my life
Dennis is at the door, talking more shit
I’ve palmed a sticky penny for my ferry across this Styx
Sticks and stones and broken homes
And social vultures circling a pattern that’s repeating
I’m a pattern that’s repeating
Don’t you bother rushing on your way home
I just need a little time to fertilise the pieces of my life that ain’t grown
Beyond staring at this bridge dreaming of escaping to some imaginary place
Right on the shores of fixing me and breaking you
Cos between you and me, it ain’t good
I just wanna live
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from Roominations: An Unauthorized Parody,
released February 14, 2018
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Hallucinogenic piano pop, jazzy nightmares & funky dreams
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