P. Bastard
P. is 44 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Highgate Cemetery.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Wut? We booked a tour?! HOW?! *smirks*
Picking the crust
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Song Details
Picking the crust is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Moderato. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 8/25/2010 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
73 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Bastardization |
| First Revealed: |
8/25/2010 * 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
Lead Vocals
Rapper
Bass Guitar
Special Lyrics
Where were you when I was down,
In my own puddle of shit, vomit and dust,
when everything looked like an abyss of more pain and lust,
where my life escaped my hands too fast.
Where were you when I made that mistake,
when my life was on stake,
you abandoned in the name of forsake,
couldn't leave but couldn't take.
Rushes, temptations, desire and fear,
capturing the motion of life still,
no tries, it was my own hand with power to kill,
every piece of emotion, unable to feel.
Where were you in the hiding,
leaving paths behind with lights blinding,
it was a road with no end,
until reaching the cursed land.
It was the time that stopped existing,
the time when you've began your feasting,
my flesh, my blood, my heart all of it gone,
destiny with your greedy fingers sown.
Where the fuck were you?
Where the fuck was I?
Where the fuck were we?
Where the fuck is my mind?
I loved you more and much,
I loved your stench engraved in your touch,
I loved you, loved you fucking crack,
marijuana, trip, lsd, smack.
Don't appreciate me, turn around,
nothing you can offer when I was found,
deep forest, trees, crusts, bloody head,
you were my life, my love and you'll be my end,
now when I'm fuckin' deader than dead.