XWK Radio Broadcast Song Credits
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Song Credits:
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"Now You're a Man"
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"We're Always Yours, Xris Kusy"
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"Desire For Asceticism" words by Shomit Barua performed by Chemical Bootwarmer |
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Sock and Crotch ad
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Guacamole Trailer arranged by Nayt Keane performed by Nayt Keane, Julia Hilton, Eric Hilton, Brian Hilton (dad), Gabo Gedovius |
"Chronically Sexy (Beaches Theme)" written by Nayt Keane performed by Tropical Ivan |
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"Rubber Kusy"
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30 Phone Calls Melissa Keane and Erin Stalcup |
"Head Like A Homicide"
written by Nayt Keane performed by Sitka |
| "Nowhere To Be"
written by Stephen Sherman and Aaron Finley performed by Ess Lippy and the Addis |
"Birthday Songs"
written , performed by Malcolm Rollick |
A conversation with Oso |
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Chronically Sexy (Beaches Theme)
He's going to be a revolutionary cheese
out of the way, fornicating society
into the sun
everyone COME ALONG
Swim into the sea with this brother
unibomber buddha, undercover
He's got a wide angle lens armada
Have you tried his enchiladas?
Raven calls me home. He says, You are all doomed
With the humility Xris will fight for your right to say
Chronically sexy I'm chronically sexy, bitches
chronically sexy, chronically sexy bitches
ja life
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Head Like a Homicide
I am sorry I spat on you, little bush
It was not my intent
I'd make it all right
but the sound of something broken
always takes me back.
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Desire for Asceticism
I want you I don't
want you I want you I don't
want you to never
be around
I don't
want you I need
a contemplative surface
I need you then I don't
sweet inhalation
I won't release I
have to
turn back
becoming the lazy Buddhist
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Nowhere to Be
Chorus:
If you think you got somethin' on me,
you'd better read a book or three.
Then I'm sure you'll see,
there ain't nowhere to be.
Ess Lippy:
Christoff, the wizard
the big stick, the ruler.
He walks tall, he swaggers,
'cuz he's an old schooler.
He's readin' Danny Pinchbeck,
he's goin' shamanistic,
he's runnin' up the scrabble score
like he's fucking autistic!
The Addis:
Lemme tell you 'bout a friend of mine,
his name is Chris.
Christoff,
he gets pissed off,
he tells you to get your fists off his chest.
He's tired of being oppressed.
He's tired of being a mess.
And so he points his fingers at the stars.
He says fuck you, God, for my scars.
He tears down the trails like a lion.
He's killing fuckin' deer like Orion.
He don't need your computer 'cuz he's movin' to Zion.
To Zion!
Fuck your technology, I don't want it, I don't want it.
Fuck your technology, I don't need it, I don't need it.