SupercaliFUCKIT (2014 remaster)

by Superhero's General

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Superheroes apply within!

SupercaliFUCKIT was originally recorded in 2003 and only given to friends.

The demo itself was based on two unlikely superheroes, Mr Debbie and The General, who were originally a comic book idea of mine.

The characters have returned, and in an attempt at promoting the new upcoming material, I present to you the remastered (and slightly edited) version of the 2003 demo. No other alterations have been made (all off-key notes are intact for your cringing pleasure!).

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released August 10, 2003

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Track Name: The Salt Herring
There was a big white wall - empty, empty, empty;
Against the wall there was a ladder - tall, tall, tall,
And on the ground was a salt herring - dry, dry, dry.

He comes holding in his hands - dirty, dirty, dirty,
A heavy hammer, a huge nail - pointy, pointy, pointy,
And a ball of twiny string - fat, fat, fat.

Then he climbs up the ladder - tall, tall, tall,
And he plants the pointy nail - bang, bang, bang,
At the top of the big wall - empty, empty, empty.

He lets go of the hammer - that falls, falls, falls,
To the nail he ties the string - long, long, long,
To the string ties the salt herring - dry, dry, dry.

He climbs back down the ladder - tall, tall, tall,
Carries it off with the hammer - heavy, heavy, heavy,
And then he goes away - far, far away.

And since then the salt herring - dry, dry, dry,
At the end of the string - long, long, long,
Slowly twists in the wind - forever, ever, ever.

So I made up this story - simple, simple, simple,
To annoy folks who are - serious, serious, serious,
And to make the little children - laugh, laugh, laugh.
Track Name: A Shameful Pauper
He pulled it out
Of his pocket worn,
Held it up,
And gazed forlorn,
Saying, "Poor thing!"

He blew on it
With moistened lips.
He shudders once
At the thought that grips
His heart.

He wet it
With a frozen tear
That chanced to melt;
His room is drear
As a junk shop.

He rubbed it,
Did not warm it,
Barely felt it;
For, pierced by chill,
It held back.

He weighed it
Like a bright idea,
Upon the air.
Then with some wire
He measured it.

He touched it
With his wrinkled pout.
In frantic terror
It cried out: Kiss me farewell!

He kissed it,
And then crossed it
O'er his body's clock:
Poorly wound, it gave off
A dull and heavy tock.

He felt it
With a hand resolved
To put the thing to death.
"Yes, it will make a hearty snack,"
He muttered 'neath his breath.

He folded it up,
He broke it off,
He set it down,
He cut it up,
He washed it off,
He carried it over,
He fried it up,
He swallowed it down.

When he was little, they told him:
If you're still hungry, you can eat your hand.