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Hi there,

Just wondering if you guys wouldn't mind throwing me your thoughts on the lyrics to my group's new EP. They were probably written about 90-95% by me with occasional input and thoughts from my co-writer.

We're Doctor Hippopotamus, the EP's called The Work in Progress EP.

Here are the lyrics and the tunes:

Track #1 - For Free:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GK0hU5DafBs


Swam with my thoughts,
For the first time in awhile.
Might call it drowning,
Didn't realize the pile.
Season of reason's breakin' way the rain,
But now you're tryin' to tell me,
That a storm's a' comin' 'round again.

Again...

Now I've been known,
To spin a tale or two.
It's kinda handy,
When the truth just won't do.
'Cuz when it seems you're gettin',
Off your knees,
Well darlin'...
Nothin' like a little lie,
To bring you back to me.


Take you for granted,
It's the least I can do.
So go on,
Get through your offers,
So I can refuse!
You tell me,
You might be drownin',
Friend that aint hard to see.
But I'm gettin' all your pieces,
Yeah I'm gettin' all your pieces for free.


Now I know the early vermin's always catchin' worms,
But satisfaction aint a' guaranteed!
So don't just get to sunnin',
Get them alibis runnin',
'Fore the red hand starts to bleed.

I hear the drops a' warmin' up for drummin',
Thunder's firin' up her steeds!
But if them clouds gets stuck in traffic,
Well they'd be waitin' on you,
To part the seas!


Take me for granted,
It's the least you can do.
So go on,
Get through your offers,
So I can refuse!
You tell me,
You might be drownin',
Friend that aint hard to see,
No.
But I'm gettin' all your pieces,
Yeah I'm gettin' all your pieces for free!

But trust me friend,
They're better off with me!


Swam with my thoughts,
For the first time in awhile.
But all these feelings man,
They just aint my style.


Take me for granted,
It's the least you can do.
So go on,
Get through your offers,
So I can refuse!
You tell me,
You might be drownin',
Friend that aint hard to see,
No.
But I'm gettin' all your pieces,
Yeah,
I'm gettin' all your pieces for free!
Gettin' all your pieces for free!
Gettin' all your pieces for free!
Gettin' all your pieces for free!
Gettin' all your pieces for free!

Track #2 - My Number is Three:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpFIJy5BAkk


and the words are startin' to wonder.
Psycho spastics wrapped in bovine plastics,
Rollin' in thunder.
Pardon my getaway siloquies,
Garden of mayonaisse,
Hunters dividin' the plunder.
Wringin' the squalors,
Crankin' the collars,
Absorbin' the weight of the wallowers,
Cagin' your followers.

Wings of ire ground to fire,
Academy's grievin'.
Monocle tells me I should claim desire,
Which one of ya's leavin?!
Absolvin' the solvents,
But waivin' involvement,
Of hostin' our paper-machete pariahs.
No provin' that crater's creator aint home to a gator,
Undressing the vapors of maiden messiahs!

Precious repetitions demand control.
The fibre sages prop the wages our forests stole.
Hyphe-marinated islands scold their mothers,
Don't like your skin than try anothers!

Batteries sellin' ya allergies for my deed.
Reflections always seems to be glarin' down on me.
Gotta be selfish or else I'd be helpless,
Unsheltered from their faces!


Don't let me say this again,
Don't let me!


Scared crows hangin' from the breeze,
Their silent pleas so proud.
Angels strangled for their knees,
Their violent glee so loud.

Rape your ruins,
Feed the dead.
Scrape your voice right out my head!
Defiled eyelids,
Draped 'er violet,
Flayed on furrowed bed!

Canniballin' mandibles gloat my needs.
Paintings always seems to be gangin' up on me.
Primal obsession's not a lesson your cries can heed.
Tyrannic thought mechanics,
Scrambling!


Don't let me say this again,
Dont' let me say this again,
DON'T LET ME-


Don't let me say this again,
Don't let me say this again,
DON'T LET ME SAY THIS AGAIN OH G-

Track #3 - Work in Progress

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Dc4IGQynQI


Bottle-point scrutiny,
Fatally dosed.
A model of mercy decays.
Candlelight certainties,
Gently bestowed.
Your silence,
Their rulings a phase.

Sultanic solutions,
For tabletop movements:
A drowned man knows no rapport.
Their anchors outspoken,
Each tidbit a token,
Of how far they'd strayed from the shore.

You're askin',
They're shootin'.
You're patient,
They're lootin'.
Those rifletips soft to your dome.
So blatantly wanted,
It leaves a lamb haunted.
Occasionally scared to stay home.

Outsource the insanity,
Bring us humanity.
Let's see a sheep in wolves clothes.
Ruthlessly useless,
Progressively toothless.
Magnificence lost in the throes.

Where's this tune comin' to?
Where to begin?
Each beat the farthest that we've ever been.

These shepards don't slumber,
They lazily lumber,
Vast numbers across chosen plains.
A creature so mired,
With ease it's inspired,
To number its years just the same.
'Til there's no time to be reckless,
Or innocent.

No-show your own funeral,
Broke hearts so beautiful.
Faces all drawn to the door.

Old playground philosophy,
Tippin' on toes to see,
How far we'd stand from the floor.


Let me know what you think! A lot of thought went into these.