Kounterclockwise In Forever​-​Land

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KOUNTERCLOCKWISE IN FOREVER-LAND is the original film soundtrack for the animated movie KOUNTERCLOCKWISE IN FOREVER-LAND directed by Jim Lujan written by Jim Lujan and Kounterclockwise! Go to foreverlandthemovie.tumblr.com to see the full length animated movie
Video for Cosmonaut Rock www.youtube.com/watch?v=26hY-btE6DM
Video for Run For Cover www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHEQKWZ7aLo&list=PL3043E91FB6D99031

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released April 22, 2014

Produced by Kounterclockwise and Jim Lujan recorded and mixed at LitterBox Studios by Kounterclockwise All lyrics written by Deacon Burns engineered by Kaya Rogue mastered at Wreckroom Studios by D-Selector. Keyboards on Forever-Land Theme, Cosmonaut Rock and Our Cross To Bare by Will Stylz. And Guitar on Run For Cover by Ian Leffel cover art by Jim Lujan! This album contains samples from www.looperman.com

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kounterclockwise Cleveland, Ohio

Cleveland Heights' Alternative Punk-Hop act Kounterclockwise formed over a decade ago in the heart of the South Bronx. From New York City, Kaya Rogue (Co-Producer, Co-Writer, Engineer, Singer, & Musician) and Cleveland native Deacon Burns (MC, Producer, Songwriter, Musician and Engineer)quickly developed their skills while doing production work for several artists from DJ Swamp to Yela Wolf . ... more

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Track Name: Cosmonaut Rockk
Cosmonaut Rock Lyrics by Deacon Burns

Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock

I’m a lying, egotistical, conniving, hypocritical, bigot!
So when I called you a bitch, that’s why I did it.
Lyrics are poisonous when I spit.
It can melt your face from the concentrated acid.
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of scorned souls and slaughtered slaves beheaded and
betrayed the American way
So don’t get all Sarah McLaughlin dog commercial face on me,
fucka time to pay.
I’ll be a devil until I’m an angel
Elevate like Criss Angel
Break your ankle like Kurt Angle
And yell out Mindfreak,
While innocent pedestrians run for protection from these Cleveland streets.
Throwing temper tantrum fits when I spit.
I’m all over the place like broken glass and bird shit.
I am your tourniquet, It’s the Deacon from the pulpit,
Screaming fuck the rich,
Time to take their shit.

Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock

I’m an alcoholic drug incarnate
Damned by the public, hated, cursed, and wanted.
Wheelchair crippled, wishful, sinful, twisted,
Dead or alive? I want what’s mine, so fuck it!
Contaminated by the music
A melancholic mechanic with a mental mechanical yearning of me
Serving this radio-centric cybernetic planet with an atomic bomb,
This is a warning from a sideshow carnival freak,
With a contorted spine, gimp legs, my muscles got atrophied,
My wheelchair needs batteries,
Life is a bitch indeed.
Thank God for liquor, pills, and weed.
Now kneel before your conqueror
Feel the blood and thunder
The game has made me bitter,
So fucker you got to suffer.
I’ll plunder your little paper.
Middle finger to haters.
I’m a hunter and a predator
Out to kill the oppressor.

Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock

I’m not contrived or controlled but my mind is contorted
I refuse to be a puppet just to please the fucking public.
Now it’s time to serve the servants
Self-appointed judges judge it,
But they all sound really stupid.
Cause they all sound really stupid cause
They still don’t fucking get it.
They just want a bunch of saturated mimics with a gimmick,
Tattooed gold trinkets with some dumbed down lyrics.
Then they put you in a box with a bow, neat package.
Then they ram you down the throat of the people, make them eat it.
Cause it’s played on the radio thirty times a second.
It’s a subliminal message, now you swear that you love it.
Another hit record #1 with a bullet,
Grammy nominated then it’s thrown in the garbage.
It’s a never ending cycle and I’ll never understand it.
These labels are under handed and they’re quick to take advantage
Leaving you lost and stranded,
Broken down and damaged,
Confused and abandoned.

Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock

Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
Track Name: BOOTYBAG
Booty Bag - Lyrics:by Deacon Burns
Booty Booty Booty Booty
Luicious Delicious grant your three wishes, Bitches.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
I see you on the dance-floor girl, straight looking like a ho-oh-oh
Put that booty in a brown paper bag, I want my booty to go-oh-oh
Rub it, lick it, flip it down, Oh no-oh-oh. (oh no)
I'll nibble on it when I get home, hold the phone, cause I'm ready to bone.

Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.