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Stuff That Wasn't Good Enough For The Albums

by Wiggler !?!

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Grim Reaper Steve wants to take my soul But all I've got left is this empty hole I sold it to the devil for some rock'n'roll And a fancy, golden fiddle some hillbilly stole The devil got the chills and tried to sell it back 'Cause my heart is like my soul in a shroud of black But I don't need a stinkin' soul anymore So, I took it on down to the ol' pawn store But then my soul patch was just for show And cultural appropriation is just no With Hot Buttered Soul, a little Isaac Hayes Is a better return than the devil pays So, with my guitar, it can't be denied I grew a new soul from right inside And I got a new suit so I'm lookin' all sharp Dirty Pat Walsh plays a really mean harp.
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Y2K 03:16
2000 years with your head in your ass Countin' down the days 'til the torch gets passed The end of the world's just around the bend Absolving all your sins right before the end Gonna die in the Y2K now Waitin' on the Man to come and take it away now Silver haired molester, fertilize the lawn Whatcha gonna do when the ruse is gone? Countin' down the days 'til the Savior comes Another 1000 years sitting on your thumb
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Won't you take me higher? Take me higher to the next phase Won't you take me higher? I need that Triple Meat Glaze Spread it on me, on me, well alright! Spread it on me, shooby doo wah 100,000 miles above the sky Lives an army of undead that just won't die It's hard to make it rain when it's sunny Kill yourself and give me your money
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(From what I can remember...) Buy us a pious scent, he meant By us a pie-assed sentiment By us a biased scented meant By us, a pious sentiment Thank you for the perfume, baby Jesus, for the perfume, baby
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Metamorphosis in a phone booth on the darker side of the road Verily, verily and forsooth, rise under a heavy load A-pluckin' the cosmic banjo with a couple of grubby hands One hand solo in Harry's son's Ford goes exactly as I planned No one knows about my secret life I'm fighting crime in the sky I'm telling you 'cause I trust you and I know you'll toe the line 'Cause I know your thoughts before you do every second and all the time Grind your Pappy to a stump, wipe the smile off your Mama's face Nice suit, man. But mine's the trump, and I'll vanish without a trace
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Gimme what you got Gimme everything, baby Gonna feel the magick Gonna feel it again, now Satan wants to sell me my soul back Satan wants to sell me my soul back right now Father Satan man Lucifer man Beelzebub man Mephisto man, now
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Fully Down 04:23
I can barely see your face through the smoke in the air Swirling shaft of sun strikes the strands of your hair Glassy eyes hover like a flight of stares You're not fully baked when your middle's rare You're not fully down when you're halfway down I can still see your face so we're not quite there You can pack it again while I pack in the spare Donor lips on hose 'til nobody dares Nights when "holy smokes" becomes its own prayer
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Herr Pie 02:51
Ja, das is richtig. Ich bin Herr Pie Portly and mean with the mind of a child Acrylic sheen of a toupee gone wild Leather short dude with a bratwurst sized lump He reads the news while he's having a dump He's having a dump! He drives into town and he drives back again Jotting it down with a cheap ballpoint pen Sweats like a cow on his way up the stairs Wonders 'bout how his pants come in pairs His pants come in pairs! Here comes Herr Pie now, hey now Little midget man comin' at you now 100 miles an hour runnin' fast Runnin' fast, fast, fast, fast, fast little man Look behind you! Look behind your shoulder, here he comes!
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Hey Dude! 04:16
Dude ain't got no legs Hey Dude, where did your legs go? Hey Dude, you'd think that you would know? In his air car, nothing affects him Primitive technology neglects him It's of alien design from the crater at the back of the creek He's doing fine but sooner or later he'll sharpen a stick A million miles an hour above us A million times an hour he'll love us He'll kick a hole a thousand miles wide in the crack of your ass With his cosmic foot now, so knock off the sass Don't give him sass. Hey Dude, do you have something to hide? Hey Dude, or did you suck them inside? Do, do, do, do, Dude and his legs, Dude and his legs, Dude and his legs now are soon separated like candy from a baby or a fool and his money, do, do, do doot do. He was a surfer boy used to live down in LA, la, la, la, la, la all right. Used to ride. Used to ride around now on a surfboard on top of the waves, on top of the world, on top of the situation, lookin' at the ladies down on the beach then a Great White Shark came up behind him and bit his legs off, stupid son of a bitch should have had himself a harpoon gun or a big fishing net or something that would fend the shark off, but he didn't and now the Dude, Dude, Dude doesn't, doesn't, doesn't have any legs now. He came apart at the seams.
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Hemispheric Glider, fer sure! Cut a hole in the base of your skull, oh yeah Plug the hole with your stubby li'l pud, oh yeah 'Til the love comes sluicing down and the good times are around!
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Baby Doll 03:25
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Drones 02:26
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I can't find them right now, and I can't remember what I sang. I'll update this when I can.
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Loyal Nation hear the call And rally forth one and all We bring thunder to make you dance You will chunder or fill your pants 'Cause we're a dumb punk band with a smart manifesto and we stand before you with our fingers in the air And we're running out of time for this damned revolution 'cause we're getting pretty old, but we still grow hair Rally forth, the time has come To stand with us and shake your bum Stand and fight, and we stand with you Your ass askance and pants askew
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Dickhammer 02:27

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Wiggler went through a bit of an album gap between Wiggler vs. Godzilla and Wire Mother. Here are a few songs that fell through the cracks.

Here are also some demos and some other songs that have no other home. This album is a charity shelter for wayward music.

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released May 23, 2020

Recorded at the Launch Pad in Vancouver, BC and Hamilton, ON between 1997 and 2018 and at Funhaus Studio in Mapleton, ON between 2018 and 2021.

Engineered and Produced by Mr! Erik.

Wiggler was:

Mr! Erik - vocals, guitars, bass, drums, keyboards, loops, programming

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