Paper Oasis by Nuclear Garden
After borrowing all of his dead girlfriends' credit cards and making their accounts lower than his T-Cell count, this is the beginning of his rampage. Uncle Jimmy enters the first Casino on his trail of smears, Circus Circus...
Outside on the strip he encounters a cacophony of threats by meth superheroes and pit bosses who don't even work there anymore, but have no where else to go. But he shakes em all off like a Barry Sanders blender. As he pushes thru the stinky 1973 gauded out drapes and walking nightmare gapes that fill the floor, memories of his childhood come flooding.
Memories of a Vegas that use to be...
Of the commercials with the Pan Am stewardesses and their Star Trek outfits...
A veritable Hooters in the sky...
As he stumbles across the ancient carpet and drags mud and piss everywhere, the carpet welcomes him, as mud and piss are it's lifeforce and favorite treat. He cracks a can of cheap light beer he snuck in with a sly smile and medium swole wood that he hasn't felt since his girlfriends died in that mysterious single wide explosion back home.
He then scares the rhinestones off of everyone in the room with a loud "Yeeee hawww, this looks like a damn Paper Oasis! Time for me to take a big wipe!"
And with these cryptic words, Uncle Jimmy's reign of terror across the gambling world has begun.
Tracklist
| 1. | Paper Oasis | 2:48 |
Credits
Produced by: John Sell
Artwork by: King Who
Samples: Nuclear Garden
