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G4U
03:10
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I rearranged the spices so that now they’re organized by intensity
the dog and i stare at the sky and try to comprehend the raw immensity
well honestly i probably shouldn’t speak for the dog
but I’m pretty sure he misses you as long as you are gone
I learned the names of all the coolest planets stars and relative locations
then i read up on their namesake gods and all their vain and petty machinations
I can tell you that did not impress the dog
but I’m pretty sure he misses you as long as you are gone
you do what all you gonna do
don’t think that i will pine for you
I won’t run out of things to do … alone
but it’s better when you’re home
I wrote three different songs in G about the same event from different points of view
Like Rashomon* but terrible if you were here you’d listen when i played for you
that’s more than i can say about the dog
but I’m pretty sure he misses you as long as you are gone
you do what all you gonna do
doesn’t mean i think it’s cool
I won’t run out of things to do … alone
but it’s better when you’re home
you do what all you gonna do
I made an endless pot of stew
I won’t run out of things to do … alone
but it’s better when you’re home
better when you’re home
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take a miss on november
wake up somewhere can’t remember having been
amplify the possibilities
every path ⚬ leaves ya ill at ease
wasn’t in no hurry anyways
but those last few years ⚬ feels like days
● time is all messed up
⚬ even if we tried to do it right we’d get it wrong
… that’s how we is
that night in New Orleans ⚬ like a week to me
but it’s been a lifetime you won’t speak to me
play with life like it’s a festival
suddenly it’s indigestible
prolly wouldna done much anyways
but those last few decades feel like days
● time is all messed up
i know before i left
i said i wouldn’t leave you again
⚬ even if i didn’t mean it then i mean it now
… i’m pretty sure
● time is all messed up
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3. |
Improbable
02:53
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improbable
not impossible
that you would
want to
spend your time
with someone like me
impassible
irascible
yeah we’ll
embrace our
agita
over petty things
pedagogical
tautological
i know
you are but
what am i
why you gotta be so <3> cruel
parsimonious
Thelonious
yeah we can
share the
beingness
and a sandwich too
why you gotta be so <3> cool
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4. |
Alls I Know
03:39
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i know’d … but some things better left ignored
i fold … don’t know what we’re playing for
your inner core is fueled by drama
every waking moment such a dangerama [wit u]
you seemed like a tuesday / but you’re definitely a friday night
all that passion, the fire / still believing things will be alright
you burned my beard / tore my flannel
broke my Live at Leeds with the fold out panel
alls i know / is that i want you
alls i know / is that i need you
you got this look in your eye – it might be love * might be psychopathy
that should be a concern / but it doesn’t really bother me
you left me in the lurch / i think it might have been a church
but i don’t know … it’s been so very long
somewhere everything went all wrong
this could be heaven this could be hell / either way it’s just as well
cuz it all feels the same to me
alls i know / is that i want you
alls i know / is that i need you
I should turn myself in for criminal stupidity
o but would there were a moment of lucidity
I know that you mean it i know that you lyin
you know you can rek me without even tryin
alls i know / is that i want you
alls i know / is that i need you
alls i know / is that i want you
alls i know / is that i need you
… to go
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5. |
Baby Maybe
03:10
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if you like to be my baby
mark me definitely maybe
maybe explore our oddities
maybe ignore our incompatibilities
if you like to be my honey
note i haven’t any money, honey
plenty of things we can do for free
one comes to mind immediately
i was gonna write this long rappy line
but that requires too much of my time
i’m lazy
everything you do or say affects me in an awesome way
it’s crazy
if you like to be my inspiration
alls i see ahead is congflagration
maybe shoot for existential parity
we’ll let inspiration happen … arbitrarily
we can exist individually
greater than the sum of our parts … don’t need to be
if you like to be my baby
mark me definitely maybe, … cuz
everything you do or say affects me in an awful way
it’s crazy
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6. |
Derivative / Mendacity
02:43
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done you did what you done
mortifying
gone done said that
whether was it what it was
panderizing
sell your tale
maybe I can sell you mine
were it wut you sez it was
mendacity
‘lastic breaks
fugazi snakes
take the time to break it down to
something other than the sound of
your bullshevic … grift
is you is obliquely fine
despite all the lyin
maybe I can make you mine
despite your faux cryin
baby I will make you mine
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7. |
Count on Me
03:04
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you and me
it’s as obvious as one two three
though we’ve done this many times be-four
revolving door
claro que si
tally up
‘cause you can count on me
five by five
well i got your six and you got mine
and we’re sailin here in seventh heaven
eight ways from sunday
dressed to the nines
i got your at-ten-tion
didn’t i
i’ll add up …
you can count on me
i got hash marks tattooed across my back
for every time i hurt you and you took me back
baby just forget about that
you can count on me
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
9 10 11 … lookit me enumerate
i’ll add up
you can count on me
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8. |
Key Lime Pie
02:56
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sweet like
key lime pie
complicated
tell me why
you did something reprehensible
I responded with something indefensible
i don’t wanna talk about it
you don’t wanna talk about it
soon you gonna do whatcha
do when you do whatcha do
you’ll see
then i’m gonna say what i
say when i say what i say
that’s me
round and round
and round and
down and round we go
key lime
key lime pie
sweet and sour
love’s a lie
love’s a lie
love’s a lie
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you stole my heart / i want it back
you ran my train / right off the track
cloggin on my soul / clackity clack
you give me a heart attack
you caught my eye / now give it back to me
you grind up my guts indiscriminately
crank me on the rack / clackity clack
you give me a heart attack
my-o my-o my-o my-o
my-o my-o my-o my-o
my-o-cardial infarction
you drank my blood like Nosferatu
i wouldn’t last 10 seconds with you
chompin on my soul / clackity clack
you give me a heart attack
if i survive / you’ll drive me to the bottle
sacrifice my all to Quetzalcoatl
this train has jumped the track / clackity clack
you give me a heart attack
you give me a heart attack
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10. |
Rain
02:34
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rain rain rain
bring some my way
wash away this world
wash away my pain
i thought it was love
well i musta been insane
wash away my hert
wash it all away
lightning storms
converge over me
cauterize my heart
set my spirit free
i thought it was love
well i musta been deranged
strike me in my sodden soul
set it all aflame
asteroid
aim y’self right here
please be of a size
to survive the atmosphere
a meteor in flight
til you land upon me
then y’all a meteorite
and maybe i’ll be free
rain rain rain / bring a deluge my way
inundate all the sorrow / wash it all away
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GMacGuffin San Diego, California
I write songs about bad people in unfortunate circumstances, then sing and play them standing up (the songs, not the people).
Sometimes I record them so I can play drums and such.
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