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Hunnis

by HUNNIS

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Brandon Goodrich
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Brandon Goodrich I love mummies and I love the blood of honey. My favorite band, second to none. Thank you Hunnis. Take care of yourselves. When this is all over, we will share a stage and a limousine. Adios!
Favorite track: Mummy Honeyblood.
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1.
Dictator Cap 03:26
Goose-stepping down the hall Just to make us feel small Wearing your dictator cap You’re looking mean in your fatigue green While you’re stomping on our dreams You never say it, you never say it You never say it, but you say it When you wear it, when you’re wearing that hat Ooooh, Ooooh, Oooooh! Dictator Cap! You’re pretty eyes, They cut me down to size And your coup d’etat just won’t stop And you overthrow Now you know how it goes Your memory gets short You never say it, you never say it You never say it, but you say it When you wear it, when you’re wearing that hat Ooooh, Ooooh, Oooooh! Dictator Cap! You never wanted war You got that, and so much more Now it’s gotten out of hand The resistance you led Has gone to your head Now you’re eating the People’s bread Look in the mirror now, it’s just what you feared so... You never say it, but you say it When you wear it, when you’re wearing that hat Ooooh, Ooooh, Oooooh! Dictator Cap!
2.
Where You Going To, M’Friend? This could be the start of something magical Now all the gnomes are lost In between pages of indescribable thoughts, where have they gone? They only go to where Dreams live and I Won’t go where I Can’t dream anymore, no more Where You Going To, M’Friend? Don’t say that this is the end of something lovable Where are the witches’ homes Won’t be described as something edible, or credible They’re only where Dreams live and I Won’t go where I Can’t dream anymore, no more Where you going with this, m’friend? Was there something more to what you said? Where all your words are left In sentences left with open ends, when will it end It’d be the living end To be where dreams live and I Won’t go where I Can’t dream anymore, no more
3.
Mummy Honeyblood, where you coming from? Seeping through your bandages Keeping all those things that you held so dear You know you can’t use them here Mummy Honeyblood, where’d you come from? RIsing from the dead so sweet Your bandages are wrung with the sweetest of love Mollified honeyblood from your head to your feet Don’t mean to make you blue (Mummy Honeyblood) I tell you it’s true (Mummy Honeyblood) There’s no over-and-backs (Mummy Honeyblood) When you’re dead, that’s that (Mummy Honeyblood) Mummy Honeyblood, where did it go wrong? Weeping in your bandages You want to collect those things that you find delectable You know that ain’t what the answer is Mummy Honeyblood, where have you gone now? Hiding in your pyramid Holding on so tight to what gets you through the night Forgetting what the trouble really is Don’t mean to make you blue (Mummy Honeyblood) I tell you it’s true (Mummy Honeyblood) There’s no over-and-backs (Mummy Honeyblood) When you’re dead, that’s that (Mummy Honeyblood) Mummy Honeyblood, what you cursing for? What have you got on your mind? Mummy Honeyblood, there you go jumping the gun But, sometimes the truth ain’t so hard to find Don’t mean to make you blue (Mummy Honeyblood) I tell you it’s true (Mummy Honeyblood) There’s no over-and-backs (Mummy Honeyblood) When you’re dead, that’s that (Mummy Honeyblood)
4.
Looking around, you get a feeling like there’s something wrong There’s a smell in the air, like something from Denmark Keep your ear to the ground and your eyes peeled back like an orange Stare at it long enough, it’ll become just what you want Matter over time mind won’t matter in time it’s only in our mind we’re a time out of mind If these trees could speak, they’d remind who we used to be WIth rings so many and they’re too long in the teeth Senility creeps over into our bloodstream Harkening back to when memories were sweet
5.
I know where his love grows Down in the Gulf of Mexico Between his heart and the lovely clime Or something in the water that makes so kind And y’know he’s a ray of sunshine Make a friend and a grope a grouper tonight He’s known as the friend of the sea A warmer smile you’ll never feel Just look into his cartoon eyes His looney lips and his playful smile And y’know he’s a ray of sunshine Make a friend and a grope a grouper tonight He’s traveling to and fro In and out of wormholes And if you’re lucky, y’know you might find A grouper soul and an old smile And y’know he’s a ray of sunshine Make a friend and a grope a grouper tonight
6.
Safari 02:31
He’s the villain with the monocle Stroking his fat cat white as snow Like the kind that falls wintertime He doesn’t blink with his blanket stare Covering girls with his thoughts so bare- Naked, oh, slipping through the sheets of his brain His blazer borders on the edge of insane A fashion faux pas with a sneaker rage It’s so strange a turtle head poking out that way He’s returned from a safari From the Congo or the Serengeti But, don’t ask my man just what he’s caught
7.
Swimming the witch, just to get to what’s true Doesn’t prove nothing, but what a little drowning can do Oooh, what a little drowning can do Oooh, what a little drowning can do to you If it floats, then you know what you got Another hook to hang your deepest fears on Don’t be surprised when the tables turn on you Don’t be surprised when the curse turns on you The devil’s in the details, but don’t let that derail Your holy crusade, now keep them witches awake No rest for the wicked, walk them all day No rest for the wicked, walk them to near grave Oooh, what a little drowning can do Oooh, what a little drowning can do to you Oooh, what a little drowning can do Oooh, what a little drowning can do to you
8.
You got your own language and it carries so much baggage No one understands a word that you said And you’re pratting on and on, ‘til the sun come up in the morn And we’re still right where we began You got the wrong way of saying what’s on your mind And now you, stand there smirkin’ on the outside All the sounds that you’re eliding, with the thoughts that are colliding On the battlefield inside of your head Has left us bruised and bent, hobbled in the trench And we still don’t know what you said You got the wrong way of saying what’s on your mind And now you, stand there smirkin’ on the outside You got your own language and it carries no semblage To anything I’ve heard in the past Well, I’m no professor, but y’know I must confess that These words aren’t making any sense You got the wrong way of saying what’s on your mind And now you, stand there smirkin’ on the outside You got your own language and it carries so much baggage No one understands a word that you said Why do you refrain getting right down to the main And you leave us filling up on bread You got the wrong way of saying what’s on your mind And now you, stand there smirkin’ on the outside
9.
To wax poetic these songs that never breathed a life Until they were song by the stolen thoughts that Never were so hot as they are right now Unload them while you can Learn to get rid of the merchandise We don’t mind (No we don't mind), we stole the wrongs from right And sold them back at a criminal price These are the days of the streetwise times “When a few dollars more” is the credo pealing from every bell tower Sunday morn And we’ve all been bought and sold more than once today Well, y’know, it’s a common law and a common trade We don’t mind, we stole the wrongs from right And sold them back at a criminal price To wax poetic these lights that never shined so bright Until they were song by the broken-hearted ones And there’s an advent of loss, some uncontrollable thought That leaves you starless in your nocturnal word hunt We don’t mind (No we don't mind), we stole the wrongs from right And sold them back at a criminal price This much is true, we’ve all cried rivers before Streaming symphonies that tell us so much more About all that we do, we think and we say We sit and we pray as the saxes and the violins play We don’t mind (No we don't mind), we stole the wrongs from right And sold them back at a criminal price
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11.
n the morning he’ll rise And dust of his eyes and look where he slumbered And he’ll be surprised by the queues of the alive That are stepping over him His red space shuttle landed About where it does, night after night He could use an hour or more So, if everyone can keep it down To a dull roar of a fire As gracious as he seems As toothless as he beams with all of his guile That staggers beyond the lines that we’ve drawn In society and all, yeah, he’s above them His red space shuttle landed About where it does, night after night He could use an hour or more So, if everyone can keep it down To a dull roar of a fire Decartes would be stunned To learn that someone has smashed his doctrine By living in between society and a dream Yeah, it’s stunning, so very stunning His red space shuttle landed About where it does, night after night He could use an hour or more So, if everyone can keep it down To a dull roar of a fire
12.
You walk down the streets I know And ride all the buses where they don’t seem to go no more You see me as an alien Something from the future that you can’t comprehend As this ghost rests on a skyline My brain races to another time (When everything was fine) Her heart beats with a stop and go I dig your skirt, baby, and the houndstooth flow And the rhythm of your blues No, no, that ain’t nothing you’d want to lose As this ghost rests on a skyline My brain races to another time (When everything was fine) Dynasties were meant to hold what’s true But all that gold and beauty is going to go away too To the West Coast without a word to say To all those left behind in the riot’s wake As this ghost rests on a skyline My brain races to another time (When everything was fine)

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released February 26, 2020

All lyrics by: Michael Cianfarani
Music by: Hunnis
Additional Keys and vibes by Adam Cox
Produced by Hunnis
Recorded and mixed by Adam Cox at Marianne's Dinosaurium
Mastered by Jim Diamond

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HUNNIS Detroit, Michigan

With all the intensity
and confusion of a
fever dream, Hunnis
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thoughts, and urges
of the subconscious mind

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