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Mashed, Scratched, Trashed

by Mr. Pan[k]sament

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And it's happening Never planned on this You got something I need Kind of dangerous And I'm losing control I'm not used to this What you want from me I'm not used to this can't seem to shut it off This thing I've begun And it's hard to tell Just where it's coming from And it's hard to see What I'm capable of And it's hard to believe Just, what I've become Hey Can we stop? Me, I'm not I can swallow it down Keep it all inside I define myself By how well I hide Feel it coming apart Well, at least I tried I can win this war By knowing not to fight If I take it all back Someway, somehow If I knew back then What I know right now Hey Can we stop? Me, I'm not Hey Can we stop? Me, I'm not Hey Can we stop? Yeah, Me, I'm not Hey Can we stop Me, I'm not Me, I'm not
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Exitin' the shower I forgot to wash my heart Now the dust has turned to mud Since we've been apart This angel whispered in my ear As I brushed my teeth She said "Muddy hearts work twice as hard And still can barely beat" I know it's true I exit through you You always did understand That time ticks away Everything you ever give To cure you of delay We've both been here so very long Now we just pretend To be head over heels in love Like we've been saved again It's true I exit through you Exit through you What use is it to wash that stuff away? In every place that we have run to All that we've begun with was here to stay (Exitin' the shower I forgot to wash my heart Now the dust has turned to mud Since we've been apart This angel whispered in my ear As I brushed my teeth She said "Muddy hearts work twice as hard) And still can barely beat" Your eyes like brandin' irons Make impressions on my skin I burn so very easy When I'm proud of who I am It feels like rigor mortis But it tastes like bubblegum All these words you need to say They're on the tip of your tongue It's true I exit through you Exit through you What use is it to wash that stuff away? In every place that we have run to All that we've begun with was (t)here to stay When my days have been clocked And all the gates have been locked When the way is all blocked I exit through you There's only one way out (Exitin' the shower I forgot to wash my heart Now the dust has turned to mud Since we've been apart This angel whispered in my ear As I brushed my teeth She said "Muddy hearts work twice as hard) And still can barely beat" There's only one way out Only one way out (Exitin' the shower I forgot to wash my heart Now the dust is turned to mud Since we've been apart This angel whispered in my ear As I brushed my teeth She said "Muddy hearts work twice as hard) And still can barely beat" Only one way I exit through you
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We didn't know that it would blow up With such might The stars are even brighter Contrasted by the night Sent out shock waves Filled up the outer space Even the ghost came To the late, late, late show Watch us play Everything went tossing Everyone was talking Making up their faces Wonder what we look like naked? Ah the irresistible force met the immovable object Oh! Ah the irresistible force met the immovable object Banging and banging And banging and banging And banging Together We've become a big business A galaxy merger The two of us a big bang God is a real man God is a dad Ah! The irresistible force met the immovable object Oh! Ah! The irresistible force met the immovable object Banging and banging And banging and banging And banging together Ah! The irresistible force met the immovable object Oh! Some may call me a lucky shot No, but it was not Banging and banging And banging and banging And banging and banging Banging and banging And banging and banging And banging together
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The words that no one speaks About the night before She stares off at the road Her finger taps the door I'd hate to judge if roles reverse you'd think so too She'd seen the film before But stayed until the end She had him to herself Perhaps as more than friends Maybe I'd do things differently if I were you Your pulse it races with mine and I swear that there's no other girl Your body shakes, it's like tonight we can take the world Your pulse it races with mine and I swear we can take the world His hand against her cheek Her tongue against his neck She says "you're awfully sweet, I feel like we connect" Maybe it's love. How would she know? And did she tell? The clothes they go on slow She thinks of what to say He whispers in her ear She smiles and looks away Her heart it screams she grabs his hand and says "me too" Your pulse it races with mine and I swear that there's no other girl Your body shakes, it's like tonight we can take the world Your pulse it races with mine and I swear we can take the world Is this the life the one you imagined Is this the life, the one from your dreams the boy meets girl and a girl meets a boy Your pulse it races with mine and I swear that there's no other girl Your body shakes, it's like tonight we can take the world Your pulse it races with mine and I swear we can take the world
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A little fun-fun-fun-fun-fun DJ come to my rescue It's down to the sound of a heartbeat I knew the moment I met you You were na-na-na-na-naughty DJ come to my rescue It's pedal to the metal in your backseat I knew the moment I met you You were gon-gon rock my body Hands, hands up Get your f*cking hands up Hands, hands up Get your f*cking hands up Hands, hands up Get your f*cking hands up Hands, hands up A little fun-fun-fun-fun-fun party Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty I wanna get naughty, naughty Whoa naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty I wanna get - it's a dream When you touch me there Just touch me there Start with ya - it's a dream When you touch me there Just touch me there Start with ya All my hoes touch your toes I said all my hoes touch your toes DJ spin me with your fingers Flip me over like a pancake Hold on now you remember Dip-dip-dip-dip-dip it in my milkshake Courtesy of lyricshall.com I f*cks with you cause you're bad like MJ days in the eighties I really wanna ride your train all night But I don't wanna have your babies Hands, hands up Get your f*cking hands up Hands, hands up Get your f*cking hands up Hands, hands up Get your f*cking hands up Hands, hands up A little fun-fun-fun-fun-fun party Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty I wanna get naughty, naughty Whoa naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty Let's get naughty, naughty I wanna get - it's a dream When you touch me there (Hands, hands up, get your f*cking hands up) Just touch me there (Hands, hands up) Start with ya - it's a dream (Get your f*cking hands up) When you touch me there (Hands, hands up, get your f*cking hands up) Just touch me there (Hands, hands up) Start with ya (Get your f*cking hands up) Let's get naughty, naughty
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Scenie babies Throwback 'cedes Bleach-blonde hair and your neon shadies Skinny jeans Know what I mean Roll the red carpet out the limousine I see sad people I see mad people Stone-cold face Looking like they bad people I see hot people I see not people Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people Hey, yo, tank top Make that tail drop Hey, yo, tank top Make that tail drop Hey, yo, tank top Make that tail drop Make, make that tail drop Make, make that tail drop What's the matter Copy-catter If the club's too cold go on and put your swagger on Go on go on go go on and put your swagger on Go on go go put your swagger on I see rad people Leather clad people I'm still mad at my deadbeat dad people I see hot people I see not people Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people I see hot people Put your s, s, s swagger on Go on go on go on, I see hot people Go on go on put your, put your swagger on To the lovers, the haters, please congratulate us You got to get educated 'bout the 808'ers I sent the boom-shaka-laka shaka-laka to your house Don't let it smack ya in yo swagga-lackin' mouth I fly non-stop, first class You in coach, you in da back You go slow, I go fast You shut down while I go blast Neeerrr, right past ya Ya lookin' like anotha disasta Just face it, you wasted Kickin' up dust, you taste it
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about

This isn't an album, rather a collection made of remixes and two original compositions.
Regarding the remixes, mainly I actually re-written, re-performed most of these songs further than "only" delivering different mixes for them, so, this might be an interesting listening - mainly if you know the originals, but not exclusively.

Happy Holidays Everybody!

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released December 24, 2011

brushvox.com

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Mr. Pan[k]sament Romania

I ended up at the microphone of a garage punk-rock band back in 1988 by mistake and fortune, and ever since, I've been "doing" music one way or another with different bands, projects or on my own. I played piano, bass, and some drums and learned to work with computers, samplers, and midi controllers.
I use Propellerhead's Reason, an Alesis keyboard, an Oxygen 8 midi-controller and the Reaper.
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