L. Brodie
L. is 118 years old.
She is the Electric Guitarist of Come, Spirit.
L. is also known as "Alice".
L. is located in Mexico City at Libertine in Mexico City.
L. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Kicking Arses
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Song Details
Kicking Arses is Ballad music in tempo Moderato. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 11/2/2007 by L. Brodie. The originality is incredible.
| Fame: |
100 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Rock |
| Owner: |
Rhythm & Boon |
| First Revealed: |
11/2/2007 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Drums
Piano
Lead Vocals
Bass Guitar
Special Lyrics
They thought we were down
And too far out,
But we're showing them
What it's all about.
They laughed and pointed
Said it wouldn't happen,
But now like ice cream getting licked
Their arses are getting kicked.
AoD,
Ain't even grey,
I'd rather listen
To a donkey bray.
If you like seafood
Fried squid might do,
Ignore the bad taste
But it'll make you spew.
Mended Social Scene
Needs a good repair.
Them Angels are Cursed
With really bad hair.
Drums in the Deep,
Knee deep in shhhheeeeet
They plan to be pains in the arse
(They already are.)
No one rocks like us
Aussies from down under,
When we take the stage
You can hear the thunder.
Some have soul
And some have heart,
But Heart and Soul
Make me wanna fart.
As for Pumice
Might as well be dead,
The only rock they know
Is in their heads.
Purple Guinea Pig?
How can that be?
GP ain't purple
You can plainly see.
And that Steinrock
Not much to fear,
The only good use for a stein
Is a place to hold your beer.
They long to be like us
Those wanna-be rockers
This is their just desserts
For being mockers.
And now like ice cream getting licked
Their arses are getting kicked.
There is no doubt,
We're always on top,
The only way is up
We ain't gonna stop.
No one rocks like us
Aussies from down under,
When we take the stage
You can hear the thunder.
Hear the thunder.
Hear the thunder.
Covers
This song is being performed as a cover by the following artists: