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Don’t let the glow or the purple eyes fool you
We’re not two aliens from Planet Zankulu
That’s someone else’s saucer parked out back
We’re as American as drone attacks! [pew pew pew]
We’re at the brunch club knitting mimosas
Cosmopolitans but not bi-coastal
That triple bacon burger’s lit aye eff
And I love that History Channel show about trailer trash
[We like drugs!] Walitin! [We like Cars!] You Might Think! [We like bars!] Milky Way!
[12 packs of Bud Light and 12 inch heels]
[Big salute to all our Navy Seals!]
[We like drugs!] Walitin! [We like Cars!] You Might Think! [We like bars!] Milky Way!
[We love sex and baked potatoes!]
[Top 40 EDM on the rad-i-o!]
Sure, we might often monologue to ourselves
Those long antennae might make us look like elves
But we’re normal, just ask our personal trainer
And we write these great rhymes just like Meghan Trainor
News of the world: we’re just cool guys
Every prophet agrees, and if you say otherwise
Then you’re a Liar, like that deep cut by Queen
Is this what pop culture reference means?
C2: Same, but with
[Mocha no-foam lattes with extra tobacco]
[Monopoly, Game of Life, and tic-tac-toe!]
~Baked Potato
C3: Same, but with
[I know what I measure my weekends by:]
[Vodka skye, fishing fly, and vocal fry]
~Baked Potato
[Battered app platter from TGI Friday]
[Taking protein powder and skipping leg day]
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2. |
Fear
03:46
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Gravity is just a memory
Palms ooze sweat through their pores
The world flips in all cardinal directions
Your warm touch cannot reassure
Falling in place without moving
Plunging endlessly like a dream
All around me teems with tranquil faces
Don’t they know that they should scream?
Pre-chorus
When the world has lost its lid and the earth has lost its floor
Swirling like a leaf in a gale-force wind, burning like a meteor
Chorus
Past the price of progress, past the speed of sound
We fall without even the cold mercy of eventually hitting the ground
Far below the heavens, far above the clouds
We fall without even the cold mercy of eventually hitting the ground
Search for a second of sanity
A song, story, or smile
Songs fail to soothe the savage feeling
Reading an inch lasts a mile
Then like a nightmare at daybreak
I wake from the fathomless sleep
Take a deep breath and calm my senses
Knowing it always repeats
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[V1]
The site was almost ready for the newest installation of the mall
That pesky Mother Nature left a batch of maple trees there getting tall
The big construction vehicles were ready to begin
And Derek McNamara, sipping tonic and gin
Called for all the drivers to push their pedals in
For the way of the world since the first man
[V2]
But McNamara suddenly saw something he did not expect at all
A winged little creature begging not to have the maples die to falls
His startled reaction spilled his tonic and gin
He blinked and wondered whether she was talking to him
But he found that he made a frantic signal given
To stop the way of the world since the first man
[PC1]
He took the fairy aside—she said, “McNamara,
That’s my home you nearly made debris
If you would move the mall to leave it standing
I’ll give you three wishes from me,
And if you give your wife a break tonight
I can throw in a fourth one free!”
[C1]
Huzzah! Huzzah! The trees were left alone
Huzzah! Huzzah! McNamara ventured home
To his mansion where his trophy wife was tending to the stove
In the way of the world since the first man
[V3]
A long day had just passed for McNamara—he was tending to forget
By the time that he collapsed upon the sofa, his encounter he’d neglect
“Honey, I’m so tired, can I get that meal to go?”
“Dear, it won’t be ready for another hour or so!”
His daughter hurried in to see his brow form a furrow
It’s the weight of the world since the first man
[V4]
“Daddy, with your face scrunched up, you’re looking like a naked mole rat!”
He scowled to hear the nanny’s Southie accent in his daughter’s little chat
“Ladies, I have pails of sweat pouring off my brow!
I wish you’d shake the laziness and bring my dinner now!”
Suddenly the table rolled a cloth and set itself with golden plates and silverware and napkins laid and glasses filled with wine and one with sparkling apple juice for their young daughter there and little dishes of the edamame on the side and serving bowls of rice and in the middle there appeared a silver tray of bao…
In the way of the world since the first man
[PC2]
The family stood looking stunned—finally McNamara
Realized and talked about the day
His wife cried out -2, “You could have given me anything
Instead of getting serviced right away!
I wish that bao was stuck into your ass forever!”
Then the bao ascended from the tray…
[PIANO SOLO]
[C2]
Huzzah! Huzzah! The bao got in his trough
Huzzah! Huzzah! McNamara had to scoff
As he had to speak the third wish just to get the buggers off
In the way of the world since the first man
Huzzah! Huzzah! His wife got the fourth wish
Huzzah! Huzzah! He fell dead on his dish
With that insurance money to a hot Swede she got hitched
That’s the way of the world since the first man
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4. |
Postcard From 2020
02:48
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Hard rain soaking discarded masks
Black lives matters on a boarded up small business
Looks less like a sincerely held new belief
More like a plea to a vengeful god
Everybody issued licenses to kill
Cops with their knees, kids caught in crooks’ crossfire
Up on Olympus the fat man detached
Opens his gums and coughs right in your face
(C)
Kidney stone of a year
Slowly passing through our tract
Twenty twenty’s not a year
It’s a suicide pact
The 99 percent get 99 percent cuts
While CEOs Zoom chat about golf course closures
Everyone’s learning a dystopian doublespeak
No one’s trusted, no one’s free, nobody is safe
Our band could be your death
According to the critics at protests and bars
Sometimes a phoenix will rise from the ashes
Now it’s just ashes, and Phoenix, AZ
(C)
Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, Dion Johnson
Tony McDade, James Garcia, Michael Thomas, Kamal Flowers
Natalia Wallace, Mekhi James, Lazarra Daniels, Keishanay Bolden
Adam Schlessinger, John Prine, Fred the Godson, Dave Greenfield
(C)
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5. |
A Conspiracy Of Dunces
03:44
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I have all the evidence
In my room
File folders overflowing
With clues
You think I’m insane but I know the
Mayor of Great Plains is in on it toooo
I was fired from my job
By a fool
I hold my cards close until
Time unspools
Turn on the TV you’ll see the whole
Board’s in custody, just as I saaaaid
People
Cannot face the facts
Beliefs
Are just artifacts
Stories
All will be redact
Killings
All done by contract
I have all the evidence
In my room
File folders overflowing
With clues
You think I am mad but I know the
Earth is very flat don’t you know it tooooo
People
Cannot face the facts
Beliefs
Are just artifacts
Stories
All will be redact
Killings
All done by contract
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6. |
Zither Song
02:06
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In the fair winds
You are my sails
In the high gales
You are my port
When I’m muddled
You are my mind
When I’m maligned
You are my friend
When we crack up
You are my clown
When we rock out
You are my beat
Til stars blink out
You are my one
Til Earth meets Sun
You are my love
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Lemon Knife Chicago, Illinois
Distorted hard rock duo from Chicago making songs with the killer riffs of classic rock but the energy of classic punk.
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