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Stve/Srna
02:21
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Here Comes The Bride
03:33
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Well son of a bitch, dog gone it, the flea has flown it’s bonnet, now the flies are gathering on it, come on baby light my fire
Oh Reese's Pieces Jesus, please don’t ever leave us, cuz who’ll be left to lead us to our own Private Idaho?
I am your cheap thrill, your oil spill, spilled all over the Verizon bill. I am a garden variety kosher dill do you believe in life after love?
I’ve got your picture in my locket and a hole in my front pocket, don’t try it till you knock it, like my dreams red gold and green.
But I’m tangled in your fairy lights, and I’m snared between awkward delights, I think things might get a little weird tonight but I swear I comply with National Standards
And oh my God I feel fantastic; so fucking fantastic. Rashes, fascists. We all fall down
Bus-fulls of lustful pustules, hair-trigger combustible, a grape jelly Uncrustable come tiptoe through the tulips with me.
I’m Mr. Spock, the cock of the walk, cock of the athletic-sock, oh up and down the city block, take me home, country roads
If we sacrifice the sister, the church won’t even miss her, cuz they’ve all already kissed her in an octopus’ garden with you.
A Gary Coleman impersonator was swallowed by an alligator, a professional mini-masticator, like a virgin, touched for the very first time
But I’m tangled in your fairy lights, and I’m snared between awkward delights, I think things might get a little weird tonight but detailed descriptions are available upon request
And oh my God I feel fantastic; So fucking fantastic .Rashes, fascists. We all fall down
The belts are all re-buckling from all of the cuckolding ducklings, as the lonely, late-night trucker sings: Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me. For me. For me.
And oh my God I feel fantastic; So fucking fantastic. Rashes, fascists, forty lashes, helicopter crashes, perfect matches, greener grasses, Edelweiss, Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
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Apple Core - Reheated
04:56
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Motivation is a funny thing, a funny thing indeed
It gathers up all my ambitions and sets them on fire in front of me
And potential is a word that you can't spell without potent
Which also describe shit when it's got such a healthy scent
My potential isn't potent like a mighty lion's roar
Which is why I've done nothing all day but lie naked on the floor
If you find my motivation will you kindly let me know
And shove it up my ass and superglue it closed?
Go-on-get-a-move-on-do something productive today
Don't wanna stay in my pajamas the entire fucking day
I'll put down this guitar, and stick it on the shelf
I'll do anything that I gotta do to validate myself
My mental health
And the hand that I've been dealt
Sometimes I think my virtues, are superior to the rest
I'll jump in front of a bullet, but only with a Kevlar vest
My fearlessness and recklessness go often hand in hand
But my fearlessness is bullshit, I'm afraid of what I am
Feasible and reasonable are completely different things
It's the difference between fulfillment and dying of fatigue
I've been told my actions will speak much louder than my words
So I've finished up my seconds now I'm heading back for thirds
Go-on-get-a-move-on-do something productive today
Don't wanna stay in my pajamas the entire fucking day
I'll put down this guitar, and stick it on the shelf
I'll do anything that I gotta do to validate myself
My mental health
And the hand that I've been dealt
If I could fake this ennui do you really think I would?
I've had the shit kicked out of me by all the woulda coulda shoulds
La felicidad es temporal. Eso es lo que dicen los sabios.
Pero lo quiero todo el tiempo, así que voy a decir adiós
There is no instant gratitude, while this just a hunch,
My proverbial rainy day became a realistic rainy month
My days are like an apple, no make that an apple core
My sweetest parts are chewed off then I'm thrown down to the floor
Go-on-get-a-move-on-do something productive today
Don't wanna stay in my pajamas the entire fucking day
I'll put down this guitar, and stick it on the shelf
I'll do anything that I gotta do to validate myself
My mental health
And the hand that I've been dealt
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Bite Size Pieces
06:04
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Feelin awful ain’t hard to do… but then again it ain't easy
Stealin chuckles can be such a fkkn chore, when instead it should be a breeze-y…ohhh
It’s such a tease-y…. Take it, nice and sleazy now
Sometimes I feel like a stick in the mud………sometimes I feel like an ugly tramp.
When I’m deep in abysmal depths, you’ll be my little flower growing in the dark and the damp
At the bottom of the ramp, knock the shade from the lamp
And I know that love songs are the sappiest, but I’d love to encourage your happiness, and mitigate the crappiness, so would ya save a hug for me, cut a rug with me, look at bugs with me?
Sometimes friends can feel so far away when they’re the only thing left holding back the kill.
But I’ve got ten bucks and I’ve got my bike, and I’ll meet you at the old arcade at the bottom of the hill
Or at your window sill, or anywhere ya will
Friends can be like cicadas, they'll disappear then reemerge after seventeen years
When ya bust up from the ground, gimme a call, don’t be surprised that I’m still here.
I’ve always been near, oh my darling, oh my dear.
And I know that love songs are the sappiest, but I’d love to encourage your happiness, and mitigate the crappiness, so would ya save a hug for me, cut a rug with me, look at bugs with me?
My great grandfather was known to say, growing old ain’t for the weak of heart
The fine print in insurance claims the fine print of falling apart
So grab your shopping carts and gather up all your lose and broken parts
I don’t really like singing this song, the associated emotions make me feel kinda sad
But I really really really want you to know, that knowing you makes me so glad, you make me so glad. I think you’re so, so fkkn rad
And I know that love songs are the sappiest, but I’d love to encourage your happiness, and mitigate the crappiness, so would ya save a hug for me, cut a rug with me, look at bugs with me?
So take my hand, hunny, we could start a band
We could play a house show, I swear you’ll never be alone
So take a tight grip, we’re gonna make it through this shit
Together on and on, on and on, on and on
So take my hand, hunny, we could start a band
We could play a house show, I swear you’ll never be alone
Together on and on, together on and on
So take a tight grip, we’re gonna make it through this shit
We’re gonna make it through this shit
Through this shit
Through this shit
Through this shit
We’re gonna make it through this shit
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