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Greg_L
Banned
This is my lame-ass attempt at sounding Spector-ish without having an ounce of his skill or equipment. I have his batshit looniness down cold though, so that was a start. It started out as a joke, and just kind of grew. I used natural room sounds for everything I could, except for the strings. That shit is MIDI. I played it on a keyboard though. No drawing in notes or anything. The drums were quintruple (is that a word?) tracked in my front entryway with mics hanging down from upstairs. 5 unique drum tracks. 10 guitar tracks. 2 bass tracks. About 20 vocal tracks. Handclaps, shakers, tambos, castanets, everything. About 80 tracks in all. Anyway, here ya go......
My Tourette's Queen
and......in MONO!
Enjoy, if you can.
Greg
I met a girl at the free clinic
She knocked me out with her nervous ticks
It might have been a twitch but I swear she winked her eye
Then I heard her speak and I had to be her guy
Like a choir of angels shouting profanity
They wanna give her a lobotomy
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy
She's my tourettes queen, She aint being mean
She can't help it, That she's so obscene
She'll call you a bitch, Or maybe worse
It's not her fault, All she does is curse
She's my tourettes queen
She's got such a beautiful smile
But everything that comes out is vile
I can't bring her home to mom
Because she's always dropping F-bombs
She doesn't even want to have sex
Because she's got a broken cerebral cortex
There's no sex with a broken cerebral cortex
She's my tourettes queen, She aint being mean
She can't help it, That she's so obscene
She'll call you a dick, Or maybe worse
It's not her fault, All she does is curse
Alright, that girl is impossible to know
That girl is impossible to control
Control, control, control.
She's my tourettes queen, She aint being mean
She can't help it, That she's so obscene
She'll call you a c.unt - fucking c.unt, fucking c.unt
Or maybe worse - shit, piss, fucking c.unt
It's not her fault, All she does is curse
She's my tourettes queen
My Tourette's Queen
and......in MONO!
Enjoy, if you can.

Greg
I met a girl at the free clinic
She knocked me out with her nervous ticks
It might have been a twitch but I swear she winked her eye
Then I heard her speak and I had to be her guy
Like a choir of angels shouting profanity
They wanna give her a lobotomy
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy
She's my tourettes queen, She aint being mean
She can't help it, That she's so obscene
She'll call you a bitch, Or maybe worse
It's not her fault, All she does is curse
She's my tourettes queen
She's got such a beautiful smile
But everything that comes out is vile
I can't bring her home to mom
Because she's always dropping F-bombs
She doesn't even want to have sex
Because she's got a broken cerebral cortex
There's no sex with a broken cerebral cortex
She's my tourettes queen, She aint being mean
She can't help it, That she's so obscene
She'll call you a dick, Or maybe worse
It's not her fault, All she does is curse
Alright, that girl is impossible to know
That girl is impossible to control
Control, control, control.
She's my tourettes queen, She aint being mean
She can't help it, That she's so obscene
She'll call you a c.unt - fucking c.unt, fucking c.unt
Or maybe worse - shit, piss, fucking c.unt
It's not her fault, All she does is curse
She's my tourettes queen
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