The Yodeler / Empty Refrigerator Sunday

by The Fantastic Terrors

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released July 26, 2019

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The Fantastic Terrors Athens, Greece

The Fantastic Terrors are a rock band from Athens, Greece. They took the band name in 2012 from the poem ‘The Raven’ of Edgar Allan Poe. Their first release is a 7” record on Greek record label Ikaros Records. Their mascot, a one eyed skeleton head with a hat, set as a delta punk ghost called Rob, is inspired by the legends of iconic bluesmen. ... more

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Track Name: The Yodeler
I’m a boy with taste in trouble
She’s a lot and trouble’s double
So when she’s around I stammer
piggy-dugga-jiggy-jammer

She’s a-fine and she’s a-pretty
Once she’s out the city’s gritty
Wish she’d rather bite her lip
Heartbeat pounding in my grip

Do it right and do it proper
When she’s on, you never stop her
Lou is waiting on the corner.
Have you ever rocked a yodeler?

Making love is never tender
When the gal proves gender splendor
Love is pain and power and fear
When she’s yodeling in my ear

Do it right and do it proper
When she’s on, you never stop her
Jack looks old but Joe is older.
Have you ever rocked a yodeler?

Do it right and do it proper
When she’s on, you never stop her
Sue is riding on a chopper.
Have you ever rocked a yodeler?
Track Name: Empty Refrigerator Sunday
Let me get back home, feel like being alone.
I have itches and you have skin.
For the fourth year on, now the milk is gone,
So it’s thirst itself we‘re drinking.
Get me out of here with a juju fear
I will have to wait till morning.
By no means of cheer, although you are near
I’ve been trying and I’ve been moaning.

Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah! I think you’re mine.
Go back to sixty-nine.

Now you sweat sweet drops and your ankle rocks
But you know I‘d hate to love you.
Bodies move like mobs, in a year of sobs,
Helicopters right above you.
Since I might not go, two times in a row
Shall we have our savoring game.
And you won’t say no, ‘cause I know you know
In the end you’ll scream your own name.

Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah! I think you’re mine.
Go back to a sixty-nine.
Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Me thinks you mine.
Go back to a sixty-nine.

Empty refrigerator. Life goes on and on. You never really cry.
Empty refrigerator. Life goes on and on. You never think you’ll die.
Empty refrigerator. Life goes on and on. One small step on your own.
Empty refrigerator. Life goes on and on. One step in the unknown.

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