hello boys and gals we're cheesypoop. we write semi-serious songs. we have a second album in the works set to be released at 27/12/12 on our 1 year anniversary. we'd really, really love it if you perhaps tell your friends or so. we only write this kind of strange music for fun so it's all free
Newest trailer: Our latest single is out!
Here's a unmastered preview of the new album "Adrians dying words":
Teaser trailer:
and here's some songs from our debut album, Mastering the biceps at Krakow Mountain:
Lyrics:
On the boat of forgotten love
We sail to destination unknown
What's that, it's an island
With many caves, let's explore
Darkness surrounds us, eating our warmth
Who's that lurking in the dark
Sucking the vein of the marked son
Who's that raping that horse, no one knows
Vi borde stoppa honom (We should stop him)
Wielding the swerd of a thousand souls
Made in the stove with childmade coal
Vi måste ge dem värme (We must give them warmth)
Running away from this demon pack
Who's swinging his swerd, taken from his rack
Can we run away as the treasure is above
Who's that eating that cod
Lyrics:
Brave John, craving for the warm bed
Walking past borders, only seeing the color of red
"This is not my son", my father screamed at home
As I took my swerd which made him roam
Raising my fists against this call, my father was up for a brawl
With tears on my mothers picture I ran for glory
Running for freedom, running because I'm sorry
"Why are you here?", He chanted in the night
Folding another chapter, turning wrong to right
Who's that running like the wind
Craving for right and not for sin
He heard in the dark, it sounded like an angel who had him marked
The swerd from the skullfucker himself, he threw on his hand
Knowing that this is his final stand
There is the light, with shadowy figure
Who's that, it's Sylvester Stallone
With a mighty two-handed swerd in his hands
What's the meaning of life
Stallone speaks
Who has the greatest swerd
Stallone speaks
Who's that skating that ramp
Stallone speaks
In this last fight the dead will be
Taught a lesson this night
Lyrics:
The day has come, it's finally here
Our hero in briefs, standing all clear
Holding his cup with a firm grip, the sun is rising from the kingdoms lip
Stallone speaks
He welcomes us with food of many names, on a table made out of chicken from the Krakow pain
Stallone speaks
Sylvester commands us to pick a seat and soon we will devour this feast
I reach for the butter milked from the cows of Krakow gutter
The butter from Bogdan angels
Flourish in my Dolly mouth
Dolly Parton greets with fruity toots
Sylvester raises his biceps and grunts in disapproval
Stallone speaks
His biceps commands us to make haste because Stallone has already stated his case
His vein has taken its' flow from the Bogdan rain, needs the protein from this butter mane
Running for shire, running for mother
I don't know how long we can take this, brother
Stallone speaks
What's that
It's London city swung from Sylvesters godlike talking arm
Ember fierce as the sun, flies through the air
It flies with no despair
What's that
It's a Bogdan angel
It will save us from his wrath
Lyrics:
Craddle craddle on the wall
Apollo has heard Stallones call
Crack smack
A gust of wind swift as a spy
Unravels the faith long lost in lies
The heroes are trapped against the wall
Memories of Bogdan past
Flashing through their souls
Stallone and Apollo are raising their arms
Gathering power for the final blow
Bogdan cove people are holding their breath
A force so strong smashes the heroes chest
A Bogdan warrior raises his swerd for the last fight
In vain
The past and the present align on this day
Two destined Bogdan children has sailed away
As they walk through the valley of Bogdan
This is the end of the Bogdan reign
Mastering The Biceps At Krakow Mountain
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