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I, Brute Force - Confections Of Love - VG+ LP Record 1967 Columbia USA Mono Vinyl - Psychedelic Rock / Pop Rock
I, Brute Force - Confections Of Love - VG+ LP Record 1967 Columbia USA Mono Vinyl - Psychedelic Rock / Pop Rock
I, Brute Force – Confections Of Love
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Label: |
Columbia – CL 2615 |
|---|---|
Format: |
Vinyl, LP, Album, Mono
|
Country: |
US |
Released: |
|
Genre: |
Rock, Pop |
Style: |
Psychedelic Rock, Pop Rock |
| A1 | In Jim's Garage | |
| A2 | The Sad Sad World Of Mothers And Fathers | |
| A3 | Tierra Del Fuego | |
| A4 | No Olympian Height | |
| A5 | Cudd'ly | |
| B1 | To Sit On A Sandwich | |
| B2 | Brute's Circus Metaphor | |
| B3 | Brute's Party | |
| B4 | As Long As My Song Lives | |
| B5 | Tapeworm Of Love | |
| B6 | Making Faces At Each Other |
- Manufactured By – Columbia Records
- Copyright © – Bright Tunes Music Corp.
- Arranged By – John Simon (tracks: A3, B2, B3, B4), Pat Williams* (tracks: A1, A2, A4,, B1, B6)
- Producer – John Simon
- Written By, Composed By – Brute Force (2)
The force of Cupid.
If love is blind, the universe is braille.
Mother Nature washes our genes in her worn out washing machine.
If beings from space are preparing to invade Earth, will the human race fight them the American Way, the Russian Way, the Chinese Way, or the Serbo-Croatian Way?
Reality is murky malarky.
Man is a colossal fossil.
Mistress Peace sleeps with soldiers.
Cabbages, limes, grapes of green, everything young and in between: My brush is my mind, My paint is my soul, and i'm drivelling jellyroll blue, of question mark over you.
"Sandwich. To sit on a sandwich. Nothing could be finer, Nothing could be better. nothing could be nicer. Nothing could be wiser In this day and age Of such advanced civilization That to pounce And sit on a sandwich"
If love is blind, the universe is braille.
Mother Nature washes our genes in her worn out washing machine.
If beings from space are preparing to invade Earth, will the human race fight them the American Way, the Russian Way, the Chinese Way, or the Serbo-Croatian Way?
Reality is murky malarky.
Man is a colossal fossil.
Mistress Peace sleeps with soldiers.
Cabbages, limes, grapes of green, everything young and in between: My brush is my mind, My paint is my soul, and i'm drivelling jellyroll blue, of question mark over you.
"Sandwich. To sit on a sandwich. Nothing could be finer, Nothing could be better. nothing could be nicer. Nothing could be wiser In this day and age Of such advanced civilization That to pounce And sit on a sandwich"
- Matrix / Runout (Side A, stamped, etched): ⬠XLP116269-1P 2 o
- Matrix / Runout (Side B, stamped, etched): ⬠XLP116270-1P 2 T
$23.99
I, Brute Force - Confections Of Love - VG+ LP Record 1967 Columbia USA Mono Vinyl - Psychedelic Rock / Pop Rock—
$23.99
Description
I, Brute Force – Confections Of Love
Â
Label: |
Columbia – CL 2615 |
|---|---|
Format: |
Vinyl, LP, Album, Mono
|
Country: |
US |
Released: |
|
Genre: |
Rock, Pop |
Style: |
Psychedelic Rock, Pop Rock |
| A1 | In Jim's Garage | |
| A2 | The Sad Sad World Of Mothers And Fathers | |
| A3 | Tierra Del Fuego | |
| A4 | No Olympian Height | |
| A5 | Cudd'ly | |
| B1 | To Sit On A Sandwich | |
| B2 | Brute's Circus Metaphor | |
| B3 | Brute's Party | |
| B4 | As Long As My Song Lives | |
| B5 | Tapeworm Of Love | |
| B6 | Making Faces At Each Other |
- Manufactured By – Columbia Records
- Copyright © – Bright Tunes Music Corp.
- Arranged By – John Simon (tracks: A3, B2, B3, B4), Pat Williams* (tracks: A1, A2, A4,, B1, B6)
- Producer – John Simon
- Written By, Composed By – Brute Force (2)
The force of Cupid.
If love is blind, the universe is braille.
Mother Nature washes our genes in her worn out washing machine.
If beings from space are preparing to invade Earth, will the human race fight them the American Way, the Russian Way, the Chinese Way, or the Serbo-Croatian Way?
Reality is murky malarky.
Man is a colossal fossil.
Mistress Peace sleeps with soldiers.
Cabbages, limes, grapes of green, everything young and in between: My brush is my mind, My paint is my soul, and i'm drivelling jellyroll blue, of question mark over you.
"Sandwich. To sit on a sandwich. Nothing could be finer, Nothing could be better. nothing could be nicer. Nothing could be wiser In this day and age Of such advanced civilization That to pounce And sit on a sandwich"
If love is blind, the universe is braille.
Mother Nature washes our genes in her worn out washing machine.
If beings from space are preparing to invade Earth, will the human race fight them the American Way, the Russian Way, the Chinese Way, or the Serbo-Croatian Way?
Reality is murky malarky.
Man is a colossal fossil.
Mistress Peace sleeps with soldiers.
Cabbages, limes, grapes of green, everything young and in between: My brush is my mind, My paint is my soul, and i'm drivelling jellyroll blue, of question mark over you.
"Sandwich. To sit on a sandwich. Nothing could be finer, Nothing could be better. nothing could be nicer. Nothing could be wiser In this day and age Of such advanced civilization That to pounce And sit on a sandwich"
- Matrix / Runout (Side A, stamped, etched): ⬠XLP116269-1P 2 o
- Matrix / Runout (Side B, stamped, etched): ⬠XLP116270-1P 2 T
