Mister Potato Head
When you have kids, you accumulate a lot of crap -- games, toys, puppets, shells, feathers, etc. At some point, it all has to go away. Adele turned the concept into this joyful and goofy pop song. One of her favorites.
The recording is me multi-tracking all the parts over a drum loop for a demo. Turntable Graveyard attempted it once in rehearsal. It turned into a chaotic punk-ish thing that we never performed live. The intro was spliced on so that you can hear Adele cracking herself up over the song.
Lyrics
No more snakes and ladders
Running myself ragged
I put away the madness
But I’ve forgotten where
Songs about the dead
I write them in my head
Etched upon my skull
Cuz I can’t get a pen in there
No more risk and twister
No alibis
It’s time to kiss Mister
Mister Potato Head goodbye
I hate this hero quest
Battered imagination
Sharp things in my desk
Cold upon this dark temptation
The puppet’s in the trash
No more hands up his attitude (ass)
Trading guns for cash
And little boys for bad daddy moods
No more risk and twister
No alibis
It’s time to kiss Mister
Mister Potato Head goodbye
Free the shells
Free the stones
Free the feathers
Free the bones