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Cultural Backslidin'

by The DRY RETCH

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dankasm ‘12,000….’ is a grinding ordeal with an L7-esque bassline that will seep into your subconscious, a welcomed guest that will never leave. Favorite track: 12,000 Miles From New.
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12,000 MILES FROM NEW I'm counting all those miles When I think of you I just smile Your malt character's a smooth delight The hop aromas are outta sight. And I, I want it bad And I, well I feel so sad The pandemic's blocking my way Oh how I need your taste. Cos I'm 12,000 miles from New I wanna wanna wanna taste you The sun, sand and surf I don't need Because a carton of New is so sweet It's the beer that takes me to heaven And my liver gets so excited. And I, I want it now And I, anyway anyhow They need to find me a vaccine Cos The Toongabbie's waiting for me. I'm 12,000 miles from New I wanna wanna wanna taste you
2.
I NEVER WASHED IT Well I’ve been wondering what’s happening I’ve worn it so much now I’m suffering I think it’s alright but my girl ain’t too sure She thinks I need to act a little bit more mature. She raised the alarm when it started to smell Seems like it’s kinda fungal and bacterial Pizza, cheese and pastry and buried within I’m kinda happy staring down my hygiene abyss. I never washed it No, I never cleaned it I never washed it Not once. Dontcha believe? Better believe! I love it so much it’s like a petri dish Consistent incubator of my new party trick Parastic microbes are eating on me I’m a walking, talking, living, breathing man-o-disease I never washed it I never cleaned it No, I never washed it Not once. Dontcha believe? Better believe!
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Condition 19 03:10
CONDITION 19 Job it has plum gone So I sit all alone Dishevelled, unshaved, unkempt, unclean No one can tell me no The beer goes in and the beer goes out Then it goes in some more I just keep on keeping on Til I’m flat on the floor Oh what condition I’m in Oh what condition I’m in But I know, I won’t be the same Me and my liver just won’t be the same I tell you now, I won’t be the same Pizza and beer, fried chickeny strips Are keeping me sustained My 5 a day in my own special way And now I’m feeling the strain Oh what condition I’m in Oh what condition I’m in But I know, I won’t be the same Me and my liver just won’t be the same I tell you now, I won’t be the same
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ANOSMIC HARMONIC When I woke up this morning I knew something was wrong My nostrils were broken Seems Covid had come My micturation from the night before, Is always disgusting, but not no more. See all you tramps When I get on the train The stench of you all Has now gone away Well thank you Covid for what you’ve done, I don’t smell nothing, I don’t smell no one.
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(DON'T) TOUCH ME, YOU'RE SICK Where's the distance, between me and these clowns There's arrows on the floor but the fools ain't looking down. I don't wanna be infected by you You're brain's as empty as a balloon Get too close well I'm gonna shoot you. So don't touch me Cos I know, You're sick! Why'd you wanna, get up so close You know you'd stay away if I was covered in embryos. Like Romero's kind walking round town Even in their dressing gowns They need euthenasing now. So don't touch me Cos I know, You're sick!
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12,000 MILES FROM NEW I'm counting all those miles When I think of you I just smile Your malt character's a smooth delight The hop aromas are outta sight. And I, I want it bad And I, well I feel so sad The pandemic's blocking my way Oh how I need your taste. Cos I'm 12,000 miles from New I wanna wanna wanna taste you The sun, sand and surf I don't need Because a carton of New is so sweet It's the beer that takes me to heaven And my liver gets so excited. And I, I want it now And I, anyway anyhow They need to find me a vaccine Cos The Toongabbie's waiting for me. I'm 12,000 miles from New I wanna wanna wanna taste you

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A sonic exposition of how we spent the summer of 2021.....

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released February 5, 2021

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The Dry Retch England, UK

The living embodiment of down and dirty excremental rock & roll, The Dry Retch are an Anglo-Australian Rock & Roll Strike Force in the front line in the war against the jive!

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