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Life After Death
04:19
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âOk sir, please stand up and drop your drawers.â
âThis will only take a moment.â
âFirst, letâs fill this cup, then weâll vacuum both ear drums. Scan that brain.â
âFamily history should be addressed, but sir you may be depressed.â
This is the summer of tests.
This is my life after death.
âFirst, weâll spin your blood, then weâll pump your veins with foam, later chrome.â
âLack of sleep should be addressed, but sir, you may be depressed.â
(This is the summer...)
I think Iâm probably ok, but itâs easier to keep running away.
Never get my questions answered when every little bump is cancer.
My midlife crisis is the existential kind.
(This is the summer...)
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Somewhere out there youâre living my other life,
doing the things I never could do.
10 to the 100 light years removed,
canât love myself so Iâll love you.
Thereâs a world where I make the best decisions
and give half to charity.
Every song I write will be about rockinâ!
I wonât be squeezed by anxiety.
(Somewhere out there youâre...)
Somewhere I speak with proper grammar,
and I never hide behind humor.
Where I always have better rhymes than that.
And I said I loved them when I had the chance.
We all need something to hold on to.
Na na na etc.
Thereâs an Earth where I go to brunch on Sundays,
talk to people, and express my feelings.
I bet I would even find religion!
Well, you may need a bigger telescope for that.
(Somewhere out there youâre...)
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3. |
September Song
04:23
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Iâll wait for you outside of your motherâs house
This time will be planned to the letter
When love is not madness, it is not love, it isnât love, darlinâ
So letâs ride our bikes beneath the glowing orange bug lights, darlinâ
Past the paper man, youâll hold my hand while the subdivision sleeps
Early morning air will freeze our tears and dull our fears, darlinâ
Weâll leave our phones behind the dresser
Weâll make our escape
Have fun together
We can wet the bed and shave our heads and be ourselves, darlinâ
We will stay up late and speak our minds and contemplate, darlinâ
Why they hit their kids and lose their shit when they really hate themselves
We will never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
Go home again
As La Barca said
When love is not madness, it is not love, it isnât love, darlinâ
So letâs ride our bikes beneath the glowing orange bug lights, darlinâ
Past the paper man, youâll hold my hand while the subdivision sleeps
Early morning air will freeze our tears and dull our fears, darlinâ
We can wet the bed and shave our heads and be ourselves, darlinâ
We will stay up late and speak our minds and contemplate, darlinâ
Why they hit their kids and lose their shit when they really hate themselves
Iâll wait for you outside of your motherâs house
This time will be
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nothinâ
nothinâ to do
nothin. to do
why not celebrate livinâ without you?
starinâ
starinâ outside
starinâ outside
what beyond the gate livinâ without you?
NOW WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOUâRE SAYIN YOU KNOW YOUâVE GOT THESE FEELINGS THAT JUST MIGHT JUST MIGHT JUST MIGHT BREAK YOUR BRAIN
SO WHEN YOUâRE FEELING LONELY OR ANGER GIVES YOU HEADACHES IâM YOUR LIQUID PLUMBER THAT WASHES ALL YOUR TROUBLES DOWN THE DRAIN
nothinâ
nothinâ to do
nothin. to do
why not celebrate livinâ without you?
IâLL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE AN ARTIST DONâT YOU MISS THE DESPERATION? CANâT REPLACE ME WITH NO CUPCAKES IâM IN YOUR IN YOUR IN YOUR DNA
IâLL PLAY YOU LIKE A HURDY-GURDY AND YOUR MOUTH WILL NOT STOP DRIPPIN EMPTY SHOTGLASS ON YOUR STOMACH IN THE BATHTUB ON A SUNDAY MORNING BABE
look outside
go to sleep
pay the billS
donât have a drink
heard a noise
dishes in the sink
look under bed
donât have a drink
pet the cat
watch tv
eat some snacks
donât have a drink
clean the house
try not to think
grow a beard
donât have a drink
NOW WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUâRE SAYIN YOU KNOW YOUâVE GOT THESE FEELINGS THAT JUST MIGHT JUST MIGHT JUST MIGHT BREAK YOUR BRAIN
SO WHEN YOUâRE OLD AND LONELY IâLL BE YOUR BEDTIME STORY IâLL GET YOU THROUGH DIVORCES YOU WONâT EVEN REMEMBER YOUR NAME
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5. |
Ad Nauseam
03:17
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The state of the nation is asleep at the wheel as the passengers pull out all their teeth.
If thereâs smoke:
1. deny fire
2. advocate bigger pliers
3. and suggest they get to work on their feet
âDonât think it! Feel it! Troll it!â Expunge the meaning of these satellite personalities.
Where are the human beings?
Twitter is the new air raid siren.
Semi-automatic writing.
Propagandists obscure. How can we find the cure when we canât even agree on the disease?
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
Ask no questions.
Donât believe what you read.
History is flexible. Murder made accessible. âDonât forget the victims motives!â
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
âWonder when I started feeling like an orphaned childâŚâ read my latest update.
âSympathies to your family.â The world watches as we argue whoâs to blame.
Left wing, right wing, alternate reality.
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
...personalities. Where are the human beings?
Where are the human beings?
Where are the human beings?
Where are the human beings?
Where are the human beings?
Where are the human beings?
where are the human beings...
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It was a typical Monday, with all that entails.
Capillaries flooded my cheeks as the thoughts were still festering.
Swallowed my coffee with my pride.
Swipe left, swipe right.
It was an everyday Sunday; checked myself in the mirror.
Small talk, blank stare, on your phone, mouth as tight as a snare.
I think lost you in record time.
I WANT TO DIE!
Why do this to myself?
Canât I just be alone?
Want to cry in my toast.
Why do this to myself?
It was an average Saturday; met you just after nine.
You said âsorry I keep falling asleep, I am just a bit too high.â
You said âdating is so hard on the nerves.â
I MUST BE CURSED!
(Why do this to myself...)
Online dating is killing me.
So why canât I wait until next week?
Itâs a brand new Friday, and I came prepared.
Dating blogs, reddit posts, practiced lines, popped a mint, fixed my hair.
I am ready. I am in the zone...
to drink alone.
(Why do this to myself...)
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