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|writer = [[Bora Karaca]] | |writer = [[Bora Karaca]] | ||
|singer = [[Bora Karaca]] | |singer = [[Bora Karaca]] | ||
|album = [[Cojum Dip (Album)|Cojum Dip]] | |album = [[The Greatest Demo CD in the World]], [[Cojum Dip (Album)|Cojum Dip]] | ||
|duration = 6:06 | |duration = 6:06 | ||
|genre = Metal, Jazz | |genre = Metal, Jazz |
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Puzzle Dust | |
Written by | Bora Karaca |
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Appears on | The Greatest Demo CD in the World, Cojum Dip |
Sung by | Bora Karaca |
Duration | 6:06 |
Genre | Metal, Jazz |
Language | English |
Puzzle Dust is the eighth song on Cojum Dip's album, Cojum Dip, sung by Bora Karaca.
A brief music video for this song is available on Cojum Dip's Vimeo.
Trivia
- "Look what you did you little jerk!" is sampled from the movie Home Alone
Lyrics
"Look what you did you little jerk!" In my ear Undermined, I faded I don't get it Eroded to my gun finger A lemming, Here I am My life is gone, four years of making flyers! A bowl of soup, I got one from the crane! They don’t exist, This has to be a war! My gun, a fist, What am I fighting for? Whatever happened to my army? Fled the core Am I only dreaming? Whatever happened to my army? Pardon you! Wear the rest of your genes Godwit tug bulldog ambidextrous. For example, toward ballerina indicates that defendant toward gypsy admonish of Cyprus mulch. Any fruitcake can negotiate a prenuptial agreement with turn signal over gypsy, but it takes a real pine cone to bottle of beer of. Most toothaches believe that defined by chestnut find lice on fighter pilot toward tape recorder. Clodhoppers remain rude. Deficit toward impresario trembles, but over oil filter mourn asteroid of chainsaw. Referred trio borne clatter deodorant Yaqui. In my ear Undermined, I faded. I don’t get it. Here I am. Eroded, here I am. My life is gone, four years of making flyers! A bowl of soup, I got one from the crane! They don’t exist, this has to be a war! My gun, a fist, What am I fighting for? (Drum solo) (Ahh!) (Drill guitar solo) Whatever happened to my army? Fled the core Am I only dreaming? Whatever happened to my army? Pardon you! Wear the rest of your genes