1. |
Disappearer
02:34
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today I'm gonna run away real far from here
or close my eyes and count to ten until I disappear
make like the fool after the third act in El Rey Leer
and flick a cigarette butt into a whirlwind of fear
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2. |
I Voted!
01:22
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well I'm not a hopeless romantic
I'm just hopelessly in love with you
I am a chronic insomniac
but you put me to sleep so very well
but the man on the television
worries me so
I remember
only bad things come from podiums
but I guess we'll be just fine?
this is the first time
in a long time
that if you gave me your last buck
I would not blow it on a bagged up dime
this is the first time
in a long time
that I don't feel like crying
or laying down when it is time to die
I met a man at the store today
he wore big boots and a uniform
he told me:
"sign this paper and die for me,"
I said:
"sorry, sir, but I'm already dead inside"
we woke up as if we never slept
I mailed my ballot on the way
I don't
want to watch you go
so I'm--
just gonna turn my back on you
this is the first time
in a long time
the world don't feel like a big box
and I am trapped inside it like a mime
this is the first time
in a long time
my heart don't feel like federal law
and I'm committing a major crime
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3. |
Bohemian Rhapsody
02:28
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I dreamt I wasn't really from this place
I came from a completely different space
where even dreams can be American
or invaded by Freddy Krueger
I'll clap my hands as I follow you
not to the beat
but slightly off tempo
I'm like King Midas, everything that I touch
it turns from
gold to brown and then into shit
it turns from gold to brown
and then into shit
I do not recognize
that which is coaxed in lies
my heart is bleeding
and constantly over-eating
my brain's on fire
it never quite seems to tire
my dad's a crier
but this time
things seem so damn dire
I know where my missing neighbors
can be found
yeah, I know where their bodies have been left
to decompose
I shot them in the head
and left them there to rot
yeah, simply just because
I fucking hated
their pet cat
find me out
find me out
find me out
find me out
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4. |
Halloween 2008
04:47
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October 31st
of the year of our lord:
two-thousand-and-eight
drunk and in love
covered in mud
like a couple dead doves
we hit my bed with a thud
oo-ee-oh
I look just like Rivers Cuomo
oo-ee-oh
you're my Kathleen Hanna
Halloween 2008
I could feel my weight
dissipate
from the back of a cop car
as my nose ran red
with blood
and you were so pretty then
I could sworn you were
from Mars
'cause that's really far away
but not as far as you are now
come home to me
I was surrounded by
all these nefarious
sexual isolationists
I knelt so humbly
before a dormitory
toilet bowl
I could see my guts
painted red, white, and blue
you had this twinkle in your eye
I think I love you
Halloween 2008
I could feel my weight
dissipate
from the back of a cop car
as my nose ran red
with blood
and you were so pretty then
I could sworn you were
from Mars
'cause that's really far away
but not as far as you are now
come home to me
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5. |
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I got up today like it was the first day of my life or some other stupid shit that I read in a greeting card in a highway truck stop I'll never return to and now I'm taking selfies in the bathroom again to prove that I still exist 'cause life is lonely but instagram is even lonelier I need an excuse to hurt the ones that I love before they hurt me I want you to hurt me
maybe we're just getting too old
for basement shows and punk rock woes
or maybe we're just getting to old
for half assed goals and indie rock lows
I had that awful nightmare again where I drive my daddy's car right off the road I woke up screaming and punching at ghosts but I am no longer dreaming I am sentenced to be me and maybe when I die I'll come back as a cockroach or a better human being who knows about love and compassion or at least has a better sense of fashion
maybe we're just getting too old
for basement shows and punk rock woes
or maybe we're just getting to old
for half assed goals and indie rock lows
this scene's not dying
but you are
this scene's not dying
but you are
this scene's not dying
but you are
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6. |
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I woke up in my bed again this morning
I was surrounded by forty prepubescent virgins
my fingers were still dripping in the scent
of napalm on a warm September morning
the CIA has hacked my tinder account
I've been matching with all these nice honest white women
maybe we could go out for some coffee
or the destruction of the global capitalist market
but have you ever wondered
if Osama Bin Laden's ever fallen in love?
I bet he has
'cause what is love
if not emotional terrorism
have you wondered if Osama's ever fallen in love?
we could build a house in the Afghani caves
and wait for the USA to return the favor
I've been plotting for the end for so damn long
that when it finally came I had nothing to hope for
because hope will not arrive for two more terms
until then I guess we will just have to make due
until they shoot me in the head and burn my body
and spread my ashes across the sea away from you
but have you ever wondered
if Osama Bin Laden's ever fallen in love?
I bet he has
'cause what is love
if not emotional terrorism
have you wondered if Osama's ever fallen in love?
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7. |
Emotional Lint Roller
02:21
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I will see you in Hell
dude, you're getting a Dell
I wish I had an emotional lint roller
so I could wipe away my bad vibes
or maybe I could walk around with it
collecting other people's good times
and then I could use them on myself
I don't want a perfect body
I don't want a perfect soul
no, I do not wish I were special
(so fucking special)
I just want to be your creep
I just want to be your creep
I just want to be your creep
I just want to be your creep
I just want to be your creep
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8. |
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I never wrote a love song before
only anthems about heartache and gore
but I've got that special someone
who will tell me when I'm wrong
and this time
I'm right
about her
she listens to my ska records
even though we both know that ska sucks
'cause she's that special someone
who will tell me when I'm wrong
but this time
I'm right
and it sucks
(sucks, sucks, sucks)
that I could not measure up
(up, up, up)
yeah, sometimes I guess I kind of suck
(suck, suck, suck)
because I do not measure up
(up, up, up)
yeah, sometimes I kind of really suck
so here is your love song
yeah, here is your love song
it's got ooh's and aah's
in all the right god damn places
(ooh's and aah's)
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9. |
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I wrote this song to let you know
that I have finally sold my soul
to the devil
yes, I have
my soul is black, my eyes are white
and I can finally see the light
it's the devil
I wrote this song to let you know
that I have finally sold my soul
to the devil
yes, I have
this song comes not from inside of me
but from a deal I made with a man last night
it was the devil
everything make me nervous
no more death stars this year
or any year
ever again
I wrote
this song
to let
you know
that I
have finally sold my soul
to the devil
I wrote
this song
to let
you know
that I
have finally sold my soul
to the devil
everything make me nervous
no more death stars this year
or any year
ever again
to the devil
to the devil
to the devil
six
six
six
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10. |
Japanese Guitars
06:23
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Lay your hairy palm in mine
in a B-list movie adaptation
of the end of the world
as the lull of an innocuous pop song drones on
I transcribed the chords for you
on a Japanese guitar
in daphne blue
but I don’t want you to mean it
I don’t want you to mean it anymore
hello sadness
goodbye madness
your radness
you are whatever you do
but I don’t want you to mean it
I don’t want you to mean it anymore
I’m a man
I ain’t no pragmatist
I am a bully and a masochist
yes sir, I am an American:
I’ve got red blood, white skin, and pre-existing blues
I’m alone, but I’m not lonely
baby, you make me oh-so-horny
but I don’t want you to mean it
I don’t want you to mean it anymore
hello sadness
goodbye madness
your radness
you are whatever you do
but I don’t want you to mean it
I don’t want you to mean it anymore
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