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Baby Machines

by The Hatty Fatners

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1.
Hey there lovely How'd you get so ugly There's an Inky effervescence On your lower body's presence And it's not turning me on You look pretty But how'd you get so gritty With a will of the worlds You've achieved so much But you're not turning me on Ba Ba Ba Bada Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo Ba Bow De Bo Bo Den Da Baby machine You're all baby machines and it's all I'm seeing Butterflies, above the thighs Dark eyes, but there's no disguise There's nothing of any worth Your main function is giving birth Likely, it comes to pass That knowledge is a thing of the past Ba Ba Ba Bada Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo Ba Bow De Bo Bo Den Da Baby machine You're all baby machines and it's all I'm seeing Hey there stretchy You've done too much fetching Now your belly's made of rubber And I'm waiting for the blubber I am deffinitely not turned on You look crazy But I think you're fat and lazy You know you fell so far From the days gone by When you just looked kind of dumb Ba Ba Ba Bada Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo Ba Bow De Bo Key Change! Key Change! Stop! Ba Ba Ba Bada Bo Den Da Den De Dela Dendo Ba Bow De Bo Bo Den Da Baby machine You're all baby machines You're all baby machines You're all baby machines
2.
Snapshot A colliseum An entanglement A structure of intricate And terrible proportion Pan back, a city, an elegance A dark net of murderous fashion Lense change An irradescence Layer after layer Of multi-spectral multi-levels A nature's logic Zoom in an agrophobic An utter dread formed through this structure The pain gained if collided with An utter dread formed through this structure The pain gained if collided with A hundred poisonous puncture wounds The body tied down with the thinnest wires Tiny predators crawling on your chest A thousand hatchlings in the womb A man of a thounsand miles in length A victim of poison fire He hurts the nest He hurts the nest He hurts the nest He hurts the nest
3.
Call her in The one I must modify To make her feel That she fits in Prep her bed and tell her The way she was will never be again With this new procedure I am paid to mutilate The outer form They see it in the media Women must perfect And so my job is born Cosmetic feet Now we're getting face-lifts on our toes I know we're de-evolving Cosmetic feet Accessorize or be denied The simple joys of modern life What a modern world we live in Where beauty is all We want to see How forgiving a society Flaws are unacceptable And sex is never free Cosmetic feet Now we're getting face-lifts on our toes I know we're de-evolving Cosmetic feet Accessorize or be denied The simple joys of modern life I'll change your face it's easy Sterilise your form Re-make you how they want you So that you can be a whore Why do you want to be the same Can't you see it's sad to mimic fame You say you want to feel precious You want the boys to tell you you're delicious Seems to me your problem isn't image Now I'll tell you what it is The human race Cosmetic feet Now we're getting face-lifts on our toes I know we're de-evolving Cosmetic feet Accessorize or be denied The simple joys of modern life Cosmetic feet
4.
Glassy 03:39
Run for every glass you've missed poor girl Dodge grown children as you reach the door Carve some turkey for disgruntled guests Blow your pay on another year of tests I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy Run for every spec of self respect Cloth your children so that they don't freeze Fend off perverts with a broken chair Now you've been fired so you start again I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy Run for every glass you've missed poor girl Dodge grown children as you reach the door Carve some turkey for disgruntled guests Blow your pay on another year of tests I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy I've never met a nicer glassy A nicer Glassy A nicer Glassy A nicer Glassy
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Dangerous 03:13
You said that I was dangerous You did mention my eyes were dangerous And I felt so at home With every touch of my skin I felt less alone Amongst the lies You're a beautiful suprise And I can't think of anyone I'd rather sit with You can break my scowl And inside I howl A creature made so strong By the way we get along I feel so dangerous I'd warn you away But I'm selfish today I don't care for what I should But I would be good if I could It feels so nice When Someone sees through my disguise And though the context might be lost I feel I know yours too Beauty lies Is your attention mine I can sing a song each day For you if you like I feel so dangerous I feel so dangerous Dangerous I feel Ohwhoaohooo
7.
Wide eyed, jumping around I'm feeling a thrill for every tiny sound Sun-down and they come around With a sticky voice they all make this sound Slow day and while they're away I find myself enjoying the day Hold me, it's not my choice But sooner or later you will hear my voice Big batch, so many hats The next one to touch me s' gonna get a scratch Wet fur, covered in beer Seems about time for me to disappear
8.
I don't like the rain I don't like the cold I don't like the feeling of getting old I don't feel excited I don't feel enthralled I don't think I'd like to relearn how to crawl I'm sure that those before Had a greater appreciation Of a world that ends each day For some people who got in the way I don't understand the grown-up land Why can't we just live like Peter Pan I don't like to yell I don't like to shout The subject matter's shady What's this fight about Do we go to war Do we stay at home To many grown-ups thinking And now we're all alone In a world that ends each day For some people who got in the way I don't understand the grown-up land Why can't we just live like Peter Pan I can feel the end Comin' every day It's feeling like forever Since I went out and played Now I'm of age The child's in the cage And everyone seems To act the same I can do what I want When I choose I even have the option To buy my own booze I'm sure that those before Had a greater appreciation Of a world that ends each day For some people who got in the way I don't understand the grown-up land Why can't we just live like Peter Pan I don't understand the grown-up land Why can't we just live like Peter Pan
9.
S(a)tan 04:50
The time of the jackal is close at hand All will be judged And red horns will come back into fashion The final hour approaches And on the eve of your destruction you will see me And I will scare you shitless You will know me And I will be made flesh And I will be called Stan And I will rise up And make you my children I'm stan And here's my plan I'm gonna drink And fuck you up Cause I'm a man Bring forth the puppies And the newspaper covered in carbon tape Fetch me my woman That I may emphasize that I'm a jerk And suck all the breath From those on earth that aren't like me I am stan And here's my plan I'm gonna drink And fuck you up Cause I'm a man Cause I'm a maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan Give me a subject And I'll twist it till you cringe Tell me your opinions And I'll punch you in the face It's a long road to intelligence And I'm the last one in the race I am stan And here's my plan I'm gonna drink And fuck you up Cause I'm a man Cause I'm a man Cause I'm a man Cause I'm a man Cause I'm a man Cause I'm a man
10.
Foggy Noggen 02:30
Tell me my companion am I dreaming of this freshness Cleanse me of this wretched fore-thought fogging up my noggen I remember dandylions soaking up the sun Withered in a smoky room, Having lots of fun Thank the over-stated gods that oxygen is gone Let me in on something, does a breeze believe in home Or does it wonder on alone, seeking cleaner places Crimson eyes of fog and many many greasy faces That's got to be an oil stain adorn your brand new laces A metophorical god of waste is pissing on your faces

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The 2nd album in the sonic saga that is THE HATTY FATNERS!

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released November 1, 2011

Tim Kellaway-Vox, Guitar, Bass, Keys, Harmonica
Dan Smith-Guitar, Vox
Josh King-Bass, Vox
Jacob Stuart-Drums
Richie Wait-Drums, Bass

Recorded & mixed @ Echo Point Studios by Richie Wait
Artwork by Tim Kellaway

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The Hatty Fatners Newcastle, Australia

The Hatty Fatners are a hard hitting, high energy group of wacky performers.
They play a radical mix of Jazz, Blues, Rock n Roll, Funk and Theatrics while charming you with their hyperactive stage pressence and eccentric outfits. They are like if Vaudeville and Swing had a love child!
They are a newly formed band with high hopes and a lot of plans.
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