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Open 4 Business

by Hippsu & the Scob

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scrugnuts I'm honestly super impressed. I rarely find such an obscure album that is THIS consistently good across all tracks. Great work lads. Also if you have any physical copies of your music I'd love to cop one. Favorite track: My Tummy Told Me.
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1.
Open a business, make it good give out flyers in the neighbourhood oh oh oh we're open 4 business Go to the farmyard Talk to a sheep Buy from the source and you'll get it cheap oh oh oh we're open 4 business ~break time!~ let's get the whole shop spic and span stow away stock in our business van woah oh oh we're open 4 business don't try to argue or get in a fight remember the customer is always right oh oh oh we're open for business ~teatime~
2.
Meditating by the cow pats the field and i am grey and we want our neurotransmitters human seems so huge and lucid running with the receptors and every chemical has its colour and every colour has its place in my head but now the positivities back! a voltage in the temple and everything's glowing just for a second i've got the yellow serotonin i've got the yellow serotonin! my only sunshine i've got the yellow serotonin my only sunshine and i don't need anyone to solve me i've got the yellow serotonin i've got the yellow serotonin my only sunshine my nemo-cortical-sea-gull-able-dull-bodied mine my irrigating gyrating sulky pissed brain of mine my blue-hetero-norma-gene-tyranny-margin mine my hissing si-lentic-trea-cle-lips-so-sync-mental mine
3.
Dear Mexico 04:11
Dear Mexico, I stole your soil; I kept it wrapped in kitchen foil, and if you want it handing back I guess I'll need some cash for that. Dear Mexico, I love your waves. I like to watch them misbehave, and when I close my eyes at night I see them dance in milky light. Dear Mexico... {chorus} In the whisk of working days there's one quiet place to go from the crowd I slip away and run to you Mexico In the wind I hear your name insane it will make me go and the patter of rain on the window pane repeats to me Mexico... Dear Mexico, I miss your smell. My nostrils both recall it well, my left loved most your lemon trees, my right your chilli sauce best pleased. Dear Mexico, your colours too. I crave the flavour of your blue, I miss the most your salad green as modelled by your football team. Dear Mexico... {Chorus}
4.
Fat Girl 05:46
i am naked on my bed i am a fat girl reading glamour magazine i am a jukebox with a voice the texture of an apple i am an empire sized cigarette i got my big riz in my pussy bag pink slippers dressing gown and the bubble bath boys voice breaks on the radio telling me to touch myself i do as i am told staring at his poster on the wall i am a cuckoo with a parasitic worm hear me calling tonight i am the cold dad and the hot mum i am the liar using too much tongue spent my life on the exercise bike follow my eyes, my hairline and gums and follow me follow me follow me follow me booking flights has never been this easy follow me follow me follow me follow me give your relatives a hummable melody the song forgets itself knowing its bad mannered to be bad memory i am the chemical collecting odd impressions i am the something else in me its venereal its a hyper-trill cold tea left on the window sill come be what you behold staring at the ball the burns the world oh sun make me right as rain oh sun make me right as rain make me right
5.
Magical 02:17
sit down and let me sing a story sit down and let me sing the colours of my heart i'll sing some red for you i'll sing some yellow too i'll sing some burgundy i'll sing some green you're just so magical, magical you're just so magical, magical sweeter than a haribo i love you more than you could know oh magical magical and when you smile i melt like snow oh magical magical though i'm not one for feeling poorly though i'm disposed to see the brighter side of things you make my tummy ache my little heart you break oh could you make me well if only for a summer spell and bells will ring and you will bring and oh so magical feeling {refrain}
6.
You've got to go outside of your comfort zone and be never feel ashamed of who you are one is the abstract universe some live within some live without some people say the world is flat i say no way the world is round two is the time i get my lunch i eat it with the tv on my cat is there he tries to eat it he doesn't know he's doing wrong he irritates me so infinitely he irritates me so infinitely you've got to go outside of your comfort zone and be never feel ashamed of who you are fun is the most fun we can have blow bubbles on a sunny day you can be sad you can be glad you're just the best in every way they're only chemicals i'm sure cured of the idea of a cure we'll all be comfy in our skin we'll find the answer from within so love what you be we're play dough you see so love what you be so infinitely you've got to go outside your comfort zone and be never feel ashamed of who you are and life is be so lovely {i love living} {woo-hoo life}
7.
Nice Lice 04:28
woman gets so hairy round her cold tiara nice lice i say nice lice you feed can i get a few oh the flux of your tendrils is an insect paradise and i've fallen out of her lady's nose into her mouth two blind ants spitting chemicals maybe you should spit a little harder passing out on the subway all the woodlouse men come to find their patterns and their places through a labyrinth of curved spines watch the imago fly from his cocoon watch the imago go! watch the imago go... i was hungry by your window my inner caterpillar cries nice lice i say nice lice you feed can i get a few oh the stars are like breadcrumbs and green venus taunts the fly oh i've never felt less human i've never felt less light drooling out my message on the pain of glass all night
8.
insect friends, i have insect friends skeletally dense insect friends i spit on them on my insect friends oh so enjoyable to be hydrating them they run so fast but they run too slow i catch them with my fingers and my toes my joy depends on my insect friends and do you know what it's like to be a lonely little boy with only insects for friends i broke open a pregnant woodlouse and watched her children flee across the table top {refrain}
9.
if you can't get what you need you can change the way that you feed it's simple it starts from the middle my tummy told me he hates his neighbours and why should he move to some other stranger your tummy told you follow good feeling right out of your skin cause there's no use being a bag inside a bag inside a bag... you can make it if you push on through everyone is just as scared as you what are we doing and what are we to do? let me open up to you do you remember that scene in spirited away where the train rides across the water after it rains? i am so soft and squishy walking through the bricks and the streets they dimple that gurgling riddle but it's simple my wiggling jiggle my tummy told me he hates his neighbours and why should he move to some other stranger your tummy told you follow good feeling right out of your skin cause there's no use being a bag inside a bag inside a bag lots of questions going round our insides pop the porous skin away i will fly you can make it if you push on through everyone is just as scared as you what are we doing and what are we to do? let me open up for you do you remember that sea that ripples away it ripples and ripples and ripples from the higgledy piggle
10.
Dad doesn't 03:44
dad doesn't pick us up anymore we used to go fast on the city bypass dad doesn't drive his car anymore he's going blind from his triple bypass he got lost by the bus-stop he got lost in the trees he began so large and furious and he ended so small and weak dad doesn't pick us up anymore dad doesn't put us down anymore he wears a smile and forgets his frown dad doesn't criticise anymore he takes the bus to the middle of town he used to set his standards always out of reach it's strange to see him satisfied when he was always hard to please dad doesn't put us down anymore dad doesn't run around anymore he wears smart shoes whenever he flies dad doesn't dance around anymore his titanium hips can't lie he can't get away now when i need a hug the ghost goes oh so slowly we can show him our physical love he got lost by the bus-stop he got lost by the trees he began so large and furious and he ended so small and weak dad doesn't pick us up anymore

about

This album purports to do good, to interest one's ears, to open one's heart, yet it has by no means been inspired by altruistic motives. Art requires an exploitation of one's most private, one's most tender feelings. Art is a parasite that lives on one's head, sucking up ideas like stringy spaghetti, turning one's personality inside out and making out of it a commodity - a silly cartoon. Art is unwholesome, and a life devoted to art, I can assure you wholeheartedly, is a wasted life. Alas, it is too late for us: we have been hooked; but it is not too late for you. Keep your self inside, where you can tend to it; where you can help it grow; where others cannot trample over it. Show to the world not the entirety of this self, but the most charming aspects of it. Be kind to those around you, be gentle, endear yourself to them, and do not accept cruelty of any kind. When you die, the good parts of your self shall, and the bad shall not, survive you. The problem is, art will not accept only the good parts. Art is inimical to this attempt at cultivating a good reputation; for art is a greedy monster. Art needs the truth, needs the meat right to the bone, needs the marrow in that bone. Perhaps it is not too late! Perhaps art need not be truthful! Perhaps we can make it amenable to this effort at shaping a favourable self! We feel good looking at things that are nice, do we not? Yes. We hope this is nice for you:

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released July 24, 2015

all songs written by hippsu & the scob
exception of fat girl, also arranged by alex rushfirth
coproduced with alex rushfirth
mastered by alex rushfirth

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