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Round 1 Poll 1
Select the sequestered song that survives the skirmish:
Team Science! - Regdar and the Fighters
Technical Support - Feel Spectres
Dude Quest - Fool Heavy
Team Science!: 「goofy ass song about goofy ass mad scientists doing questionable time machine experiments. a very silly and very "three dudes in a bedroom made this" sound.」
Technical Support: 「I just really like the vibes for this one.」
Dude Quest:
fool heavy | canada dry
“I drove drunk last night, home I'm disgusting No one showed, now I'm Feeding the glutton What a drag, what a joke, I'm a t.v. trope And I spent the night alone Slipping in and out of consciousness Tapped out of my own existence Got my fingernails caught in the shag of the carpet Watching some old tapes, I'm as good as busted Throwing up my guts, it's just like Quentin Tarantino wrote my lifeI drove drunk last night, home I'm disgusting No one showed, now I'm Feeding the glutton Got eyes crawling out my skull, I'm just a carousel of broken bones Everything's gray and dull Except the blood coming from my nose Throwing up my guts When man, I should just go home Go home Go home GO HOME”
fool heavy | little brains
fool heavy | avant garbage
fool heavy | little brains
The taste like candy on your tongue, you crash and burn ‘til hit and run and it’s done, done and onto the next one
“Cuffed up sleeves, be the centerpiece
of the garden leaves, in the warm summer breeze”
fool heavy | pulp friction
I drove drunk last night home, I’m disgusting no one showed, now I’m feeding the glutton. What a drag, what a joke, I’m a tv trope. And I spent the night alone slippin’ in and out of consciousness, tapped out of my own existence, got my fingernails caught in the shag of the carpet, watching some old tapes, I’m as good as busted throwin’ up my guts, it’s just like quentin tarantino wrote my life.
