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Priceless
02:13
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Layin' here on my floral-apoholstered couch,
The guy who sold it told me that 'modern' is 'out',
How can anything be priceless when everything is free?
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this, oh well..
Dad, you're so materialistic, but please send more money,
I just need it for a wall that I need to pay to listen to me,
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this, oh well..
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Well..I got a few friends,
Don't know their names that well, I just call them 'dude' and 'man'
And sometimes I smoke pot,
And I say 'fuckin....' alot,
because I'm stalling, when I can't come up with a thought
So I never end an ellipsis with 'filling in that spot',
I'm not religious, but I'm spiritual!
Can't you hear that in my throat?, Well that's my spirit
Whats the score, yeah? And blah blah blah,
I got a guitar, that's why they call me 'the artist',
Did you not see me, at the party last week? I nailed 'Wonderwall', and then some chick in my jeep,
Oh, it sure was a sight to see,
On the Keystone Light, The moon shined,
And I swear, there's gotta be some irony in there..
Well, I smoked too many bong-loads and forgot how to breathe!,
Google some kaliedoscope (sp?) tunnels for me!,
Yeah, then we'll do this again,
And I don't know who the fuck I am!,
But I"ll just call myself 'dude' or 'man'
...And this guy DOES want to fight, so why's he hiding??
(crash, beer bottles breaking) (surprise! another drum solo)
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(instrumental)
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Just woke up
The sky is grey,
Let's seize the day
I see the clock,
And it says 5
Wait, which one?
Who gives a fuck?
Stumble through
The internet
Cloudy day,
And I'm wasting it
Grandiose,
obsessive pride,
Sometimes forget,
That we all die
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She's called a tease
I argue like
It's some disease
But we passed out,
I guess 'round six,
in her cheap bed,
Woke up and said,
What's today?,
Cause I forget,
My calendar,
Was ripped to shreds
Remember when,
you were a kid,
I really don't,
I wish I did
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What the fuck's
a waste of time
That's all life is
I think it's fine
And she's my friend, so
I love her too,
I don't know why
Maybe because were both confused
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Keel
04:29
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I'm just sitting here drenched in dread,
I can't get out of bed,
breaking every little 'ping-pong' rule,
the other side of the 'push-and-pull',
nothing's funny when it's all a joke,
feelings go up in smoke,
please don't tell me I just need to run,
I'm plenty thin it's just my mind's fucked up
and i feel, i could keel, over and die
social discourse really is a game,
inside we're all the same,
I think it's beautiful, you think it's lame,
and say 'please tell me i'm strange!',
self-important, lack of subtlety,
'blah blah, attention please',
I'm every youtube comment that you see,
'hey, look at clever me!'
and i feel, i could keel, over and die
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6. |
I Could Talk All Day
04:43
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i could talk all day,
not a word to say,
then look around and see,
at just how easy life would be,
if we could shut the fuck up sometimes,
use ten-dollar words,
none are ever heard,
jokes not for a laugh,
they're just so people realize, that we're to clever to match
hey!, it'd be easy, too
hey!, start with me and you,
we'll talk so we learn more,
and not just sit and wait our turn
i could talk all day,
not a word to say,
then look around and see,
at just how easy life would be,
if we could shut the fuck up sometimes,
trajectory's pretentious,
protocol is showing me,
every erudite buzz-word you knew,
but all bells and whistles do is make this sound,
woo!
hey!, it'd be easy, too
hey!, start with me and you,
we'll talk so we learn more,
and not just sit and wait our turn
i could talk all day,
not a word to say,
then look around and see,
at just how easy life would be,
if we could shut the fuck up sometimes
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(bass solo)
(drum solo)
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Dancing on Ellen
00:43
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(instrumental)
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Normcore
04:02
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An old friend posted something today,
on my wall
Hey man, it's been a while,
you should give me a call
Last time we hungout,
was at a now-abandoned mall
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And I want to keep in touch
But I guess not that much
And that's kinda sad, anyway...
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Log in to Yelp, I'm in the mood to complain,
Just for recreation as I wait for the train,
Holy shit, how did I get this way?
I want to do other stuff
But I guess not that much
And that's kinda sad
And I need to change
And I need to change
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I thought that life would be simpler
And that relationships would be over,
Before you scream at each other for not using a coaster
And I figured out the meaning of life,
but I forgot,
Because I had to blog, about some shit, Alright that's it,
I guess I need to change
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And I need to change
And I need to change,
And I need to change
And I need to change,
Or maybe you need to change,
Because I would always rather displace blame,
Things are easier that way,
And I need to change
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Kafka's Podcast
00:28
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(instrumental)
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(i'll post later)
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Midnight on Monday
04:03
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The Quirky Puns New York, New York
Don't listen unless you're intrigued, I'm not trying to 'be a star, one day!' or anything. I just put this out, to put it
out, so people can maybe identify with it and get something out of it.
Satirizing fake empathy and bohemian stereotypes to get people to be nice to each other..is the closest thing to my "MESSAGE" on the record.
... more
The Quirky Puns recommends:
Sampler 2016
by Culture Shift Records
The label I'm on, sampler w/ songs from my LP and songs from other artists' superior LP's.
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