Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi - Smoke Yourself Thin flac album

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Profile: Taking their name from an extinct Hawaiian bird, the London-based Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi got together in 1996 under the influences of the Flaming Lips, Beck, Sonic Youth, and Pavement. Consisting of former Fletch F Fletch Shepherd drummer Richard Arnold, former Quarter Foil bassist Mike Carter, and guitarist/vocalist Martin Bimrose, the three-piece accompanies a sound of electronic xylophones and Casio keyboards to their noisy pop trademark. Sofa Records eventually released Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi's debut EP, Two Tier Water Skier, in 1999.

Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi : Hear The Air. Speaking of really tragic record labels, you can't beat Richard Branson's very own, V2. It's a heartening thought for seasoned Stereophonics haters that e. Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi : Hear The Air. Score. Speaking of really tragic record labels, you can’t beat Richard Branson’s very own, V2. It’s a heartening thought for seasoned Stereophonics haters that every penny that band have popped into the V2 coffers has been immediately squandered on witless, hitless, indiepop like this.

Smoking on a junt with my niggas drinking . Drop off at the liquor store Get some yac and we headed for the indo. Blow blow out a cloud of smoke Hypnotize, civilised. Smoking On A Junt (Original Version)" Track Info. The Devil’s Playground (Tape) Koopsta Knicca. 1. Torture Chamber (Original Version). 3. Robbers (Original Version). 4. Smoking On A Junt (Original Version).

Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told I'm the kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea. But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree. Smoke, smoke, that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette. He'd raise me then I'd raise him Oh I sweated blood, I had to sink or swim He finally called but didn't raise the bet So I said 'Aces full, pal - how 'bout you?' He said, 'Well, I'll tell you in a minute or two But right now, I think I'll have a cigarette.

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