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Kakashka Coimbra, Portugal

A thing done by andrey and fonseca. We don't play live shows, but might at some point. Also the dates on the releases are all wrong. All covers contain Kakashka in them in case you forget what you are listening to.

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Track Name: They Came and You Were Sad
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Track Name: Fappy Birthday
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Track Name: Lyfes 2 Shawt Not 2 Yell at Every 1 Evuh
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E o pato Tomas
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Track Name: G.34.3
You look like you could
Do with some kush
Of which I have two
That I'll sell you
They are da bes
Cause Imdabes
420$/lb
It does sound sound
With you around
420$/g
It ain't no scam
Just get your pram
420pg/$
You just holler
Ooga booga fuck
Git dat money
Smoke that drugs
Are le you're
Very smaaht
I don't take no drugs
I am the drugs
I rip my hair out
Let it rip
I fly right by you
I'm not bloodshot
Shawty what you got
I double that for free
I'm a motherfucking tree
Yeah
I'm a fucking tree
Track Name: Welcome Back Gordo
Hi, so yeah like are you tired of having your boss being an asshole or smth?
Here's a list of things you can do to piss him off:
Spam his mail daily with haikus
Buy useless decoration with the company's money
Switch the caps on all the pens so no one knows which are which
Reenact the holocaust in the cafeteria
Greet potential investors by inserting a pencil into their eye
Switch the salt with the sugar and the pepper with gunpowder
Put laxatives into the boss's tea and switch the water in his tea with sulphuric acid
Use up all the toners on photocopies of your behind then stab a coworker
Coat all the teaspoons in potassium
Hide in the bathroom and circumcise everyone who enters it
Become employee of the month in all competing companies
On the night before a big meeting, amputate the hands of everyone in the boss's family
while they sleep so no one can operate a door handle and he'll arrive late
Please note that some people are light sleepers, so be careful
Give a bath to his cat and then put it in the microwave to dry
Sew a cheese grater into his underwear
Release a tiger into the cubicles
With the help of a helicopter, have a whale explode over the building
Convince the local priest that the boss and his family died in their home, so they wanted
to be cremated along with the house
In the cafeteria, offer the cutlery upside down so as to instigate an epidemic of confused
violent self-harm
Cut a hole in all his cups and bowls so that he'll die of dehydration
Bribe the head of state into calling him an asshole on air
Switch his hairdryer for a heat gun
Wire explosives into his alarm clock and toothbrush
Begin to hire terrorists in his office
Hope this list helped, have fun and be safe
Track Name: A Box of Bullets (a Box of Shells)
A box of bullets
A box of shells
Track Name: 2 Letter RK (Conet Project cover)
Romeo
Kilo
Message 4
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7 2 8
8 9
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7 2
1 24
27 8
20 40 20 84
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Track Name: Throw Guy Can't Decide Which Brand of Milk to Buy
Bouncin'
Whoop Whoop
Loud and lit
Alan poe poe shit
I'm 'bout to lose that blue
I'm bouncin'
Track Name: Throw Guy Writes Down a Note
Bouncin'
Whoop Whoop
Loud and lit
Alan poe poe shit
I'm 'bout to lose that blue
I'm bouncin'
Track Name: Throw Guy Falls Asleep At the Chiropractor and then Wakes Up Again
Bouncin'
Whoop Whoop
Loud and lit
Alan poe poe shit
I'm 'bout to lose that blue
I'm bouncin'
Track Name: My Startup
Snap a shirt in half the binge is strong in me
Bled out a bit at the duty free
Aquafina is for business class
Fucked an employee over and out of a job
I'm dread and grief and I love my life
I break bitches till they say thank you
Of course they stutter every time
That's what you get for being a pussay
And how was your day
What did you do today?
You shut up now
No one actually cares
You just remember that I am the one
That has kept all the silicon valley hipsters under
Feet upon their backs at my startup startup startup
Synergy going off the fucking charts
Connections make us home harder harder
Human resources
Suck my hipster
Dick inside their ass at my startup startup
Oops you caught me chillin with my buddy Elon Musk
TED afterparty
How d'you know where it's at
You shouldn't have come
Now I gotta destroy you
Let this be a lesson for all those like you
You only live to stand back and bend down
Remember this and maybe we will spare you
Supply and demand, bitch, you're not in demand
Spineless hipster faggot dumbass entrepreneurs
I'm the only one they need, the window's for me
I'm top of the rungs and I've toppled the ladders
Tomorrow I'll be in Dresden shifting paradigms
And you'll still be here kissing the pavement goodbye
Feet upon their backs at my startup startup startup
Synergy going off the fucking charts
Connections make us home harder harder
Human resources
Suck my hipster
Dick inside their ass at my startup
I'll oversee it
That the world swallows you whole
That the world swallows you whole
That it rips you a new hole
And I can't believe it
That you wanna do as you're told
You just wait for me to fold
When d'ya get so goddamn bold
I underwrite it
My very own IPO
Remember Y O L O
Now that's a sweet ass code
And where you can buy it
I don't really know
I don't really know
Probably NASDAQ or something
Study my fucking charts
They say you ain't worth shit
Now look at your own charts
They tell you got a tiny dick
Stretch your tiny foreskin and tie it around your neck
Then jump on a trampoline until you've hanged yourself with it
Track Name: Yellow Fiat Punto
Engine oil spilt over the kitchen today
Pleb gas stank in toilet and mom is away
From the toilet and, well, also from the rest of the house too
So I, like
Follow the trail heading out of the hole in the wall
That's the yellow Fiat Punto shaped hole in the wall
All the way up to the fucking free parking lot
And wouldn't you have it that she was there fucking creaking
Like nobody's business, I heard less creaking
From the beds of the orphans at night that I watch and I fap to
No homo, I swear
And I look
Into her windows, she's enabling someone night stand
Mickey Mouse, Crack Kid, Mickey's getting a hand-
-job n' I can't look but I must look
n' I can't look but I wanna
n' I can't look but I need to look
n' I can't look but I gotta
n' I can't look but I gotta cum
n' I can't look
Oh,
Man, mom, what the fuck, not again
You've been like this since 2010
You used to remind champagne
Now the gas Total'd your brain
Equivalent
Equivalent
Oh,
Woody Allen please save me now
With your godly filmic know-how
My mother's going rusty
And something something something something
Yellow Fiat Punto
Fiat Punto
Business done I'm currently back at home
I see a car seat donning a line of foam
The toothpaste tastes like my own cum as I stand by the mirror
I go to the freezer to get the family album
It's all photos of my mom, the Fiat Punto
And I gotta say damn is she a slut
But I
Then locate an actual photo of me
As a car seat headrest aged three
And it's clear that everyone is happy except me at the rollercoaster
Oh,
Man, mom, you take me to the store
I gotta buy the thing, maybe four
Things
Okay son I'll drive you there
Where you can buy the thing you want fair and square
But tell me son, you sure that's the way?
Yeah, that deadly cliff looks A-okay
And something something something something
Yellow Fiat Punto
Track Name: Cat Scat
I remember the incident as if it were yesterday that it happened
How quickly I realized my life would never be the same again
The sight, the smell, the color
All now ingrained into my memory for as long as I live
People cried that night
But I don't know them
Where I was, there was only silence
It was essential for the progression of the party that we get my dad's ukulele
We got it and we left the room
There were many plants in my parents' room as well, so the cats were not allowed to come
in
So, we closed the door behind us.
Little did we know of the implications that simple action had for our lives from then forth
If only we had known beforehand that my cat was now behind that door
If we had known that he was now stuck in that room and with an agenda
We wouldn't have indulged in the earthly delights of a four hour Runeboundathon
And the faeces would be but a dream
But they were real, they were so real, they were surreal
With a stink exceeding anything ever conceived
The most perfect and most torturous turd now inhabited
And defiled a once innocent room, a once innocent bed
And we stood there
We stood there mesmerized
Wishing to have seen the chaos ensue rather than its traces
As atheists, we prayed to Darwin that the colossal piece of shit would not consume our
very soul
But, as it is usual of this reality to be cruel, it was all in vain
It was all in vain
And now this is all that is left
Cleaning ashes
Everything is so white, spinning, spiralling
Ironic how a washing machine is so perfectly representing my life from that day forward
And I actually meant cleaning powder
Sorry about that, my mistake, but does it matter anymore?
Does anything matter anymore? Anything at all?
If we had only known to be more careful with the cards we play
We could have lived, we could have hoped, we could have found happiness
We would have been spared, we would have been left to be
The visions of my cat's scat would not transcend illusion