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This was the first and only song where I tested the makeshift drum kit:
I remember once when I got fleas
the itching brought me right to my knees
down to my favorite rug to pray
asking God to end my suffering
you know that dirty rug
that's probably where I got those fleas
yeah you know that dirty rug
that's where I got those God damned fleas
I had to shave my head from lice
the buddhist look just wasn't right for me
Jolly Ranchers at the baptist church
Hershey's sponsored Jesus saving me
holy Moses I just realized it was green apple
Hershey's sponsored Jesus saving me
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A newer song that was still being worked out:
I've been putting it off
avoiding the pull
like I've already decided
if everyone wants out
then where are we to go
the light could always come back
you'd doubt the hows
and wonder why
I might need to leave to watch you grow
you keep your head
don't follow
keeping your treasures in a mausoleum
don't bury me with anger
don't tether me to the ground
don't bury me with anchors
it'll tear you to the ground
you'll wonder how
and doubt the whys
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Dedicated to the guy that went viral for filming his unprotected sex act with a mcchicken sandwich:
if all the worlds a stage
then the laugh tracks can't begin
to accentuate
the stupid that it imitates
and all the worst sin
as if a broadway play
just hold your applause until the end
its all you can do is laugh
or you'll go insane
stupid world
its happening
spread the word
its after me
lord only knows
that I'd be crucified for these thoughts
that I don't think the world needs saved
from it's worst parts
that includes you
and excludes me
and all the fear and loathing
na na na na na
stupid world
its happening
spread the word
its after me
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aka "I'd Fuck You (Fake News)":
I like my news like, uh, wrestling
strategically placed razorblade in a waistband
if fake news is at all like wrestling
then I trust that at least the bleeding is real
oh Brian wont you tell me what to fear
oh Don let me know my love is not weird
oh Chuck you're so bipartisan that I'd fuck you
I like my news like wrestling
strategically placed razorblade in a waistband
if fake news is at all like wrestling
then I trust that at least the ratings are real
oh Brian wont you tell me what to fear
oh Don let me know my love is not weird
oh Chuck you're so bipartisan that I'd fuck you
I read news like other peoples tattoos
cautious
strategically placed questions like,
"what's up with henna?"
if fake news is at all like tattoos
then I trust that at least the tears are real
oh Megyn I might have something to say
if we could successfully transplant you a brain
OReilly you seem like you're here to stay
with your loofa and teleprompted impotent rage
for Martha R Murrow a trophy deeply engraved
participation in failed shilling for state
Oh Neil laugh it up as your pizza gets colder
and Tucker I think you're still a lame brain fucker
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hats off to Black Flag and Sonic Youth:
wishing death wont be enough
don't unbottle that genie
hating dad ain't being tough
I'm no champion of Cleveland
send in our wives with an ultimatum
bacon egg whites and a fresh tomato
like a wet dream joint UN and NATO
submarine launched nuclear tipped sandwich
open up wide fucker
don't you wanna be in the breakfast club?
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short test:
won't you please just sign your picture
it would mean so much to me
we could lay around and process
or we could stop the violent stream
if we could ever put this peace together
we all could achieve our dreams
new kids offer adolescence
climbing up this hollow tree
and if its that bad
then they might start to figure it out
and it fits our plan
just gotta live long enough to bleed out
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instrumental guitar only
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instrumental guitar only
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this song wasn't tracked at all, aka "Its Still Not Cool To Like Nirvana":
get on down to the next Madonna
it's still not cool to like Nirvana
Michael Jacksons gone to heaven
probably
sharing a room with David Bowie
all your idols
all your idols
all your idols
all your idols
all your idols are made up
all your idols are made up
all your idols are made up of ashes
ashes yeah
we all fall down
all your idols are made up of ashes
ashes yeah
we all fall down
all your idols are made up of ashes
ashes yeah
we all fall down
all your idols are made up of ashes
ashes yeah
we all fall down
all your idols are made up of ashes
ashes yeah
we all fall down
all your idols are made up of ashes
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didn't get around to tracking an electric version which certainly would've had some lyrical changes, improvised acoustic:
I say how I know
I know you can't call it a date
unless someone pays
I said I know
I know you can't call it a date
unless someone else pays
I say how I know
I know you can't call it a date
unless someone pays
old fashioned masturbation
no abstinence
destroyed creation
it makes a guilty face
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Acoustic improv that went untracked and unfinished:
I did what was best by me
I was lost in the current of a sea
and I see
I did what was best by me
I did what was wrong but I see
but I see
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improvised acoustic bass & vox, never tracked:
a cake with no candles on it
an honest mistake
what is this planet without life on it
oh so very plain
no flowers on your grave
I know better
a cake with no candles on it
is very plain
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Another skeleton of an acoustic song that went nowhere. I thought it sounded like something John Mayer and Jane's Addiction would do together.
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I remember once when I got fleas
the itching brought me right to my knees
down to my favorite rug to pray
asking God to end my suffering
you know that dirty rug
that's probably where I got those fleas
yeah you know that dirty rug
that's where I got those God damned fleas
I had to shave my hair from lice
the buddhist look just wasn't right for me
Jolly Ranchers at the baptist church
Hershey's sponsored Jesus saving me
holy Moses I just realized it was green apple
Hershey's sponsored Jesus saving me
Hershey's sponsored Jesus saving me
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This song was written for another project but I decided to try it myself instead. My goal was to get the electric version away from the acoustic versions busyness:
been putting it off
avoiding the pull
like I already decided
if everyone wants out
then where are we to go
like
could always come back
and doubt the how's
and wonder why
you're here too much
you care too much
you heal too much
you feel too much
I might need to leave
to watch you grow
you keep your head
don't follow
keeping you're treasures
in a mausoleum
don't tether me with anchors
don't hold me to the ground
don't tether me with anchors
it'll tear you to the ground
you'll wonder how
and doubt the why's
you're here too much
you care too much
you heal too much
you feel too much
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if all the worlds a stage
then the laugh tracks can't begin
to accentuate
the stupid that it imitates
and all the worst sin
as if a broadway play
just hold your applause until the end
its all you can do
is laugh
or you'll go insane
stupid world
it's happening
spread the word
it's after me
lord only knows
that I'd be crucified for these thoughts
but I don't think that the world needs saved
from its worst parts
that includes you
and includes me
and all the fear and loathing
na na na na na
stupid world
it's happening
spread the word
it's after me
stupid world
it's happening
spread the word
it's after me
stupid world
it's happening
spread the word
it's after me
stupid world
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aka "I'd Fuck You (Fake News)":
I like my news like, uh, wrestling
strategically placed razorblade in a waistband
if fake news is at all like wrestling
then I trust that at least the bleeding is real
oh Brian won't you tell me what to fear
oh Don let me know my love is not weird
oh Chuck you're so bipartisan that I'd fuck you
I like my news like wrestling
strategically placed razorblade in a waistband
if fake news is at all like wrestling
then I trust that at least the bleeding is real
oh Brian won't you tell me what to fear
oh Don let me know my love is not weird
oh Chuck you're so bipartisan that I'd fuck you
I read news like other peoples tattoos
cautious
strategically placed questions like,
"what's up with henna?"
if fake news is at all like tattoos
then I trust that at least the tears are real
oh Megyn I might have something to say
if we could successfully transplant you a brain
OReilly you seem like you're here to stay
with your loofa and teleprompted impotent rage
for Martha R Murrow a trophy deeply engraved
participation in failed shilling for state
Oh Neil laugh it up while your pizza gets cold
oh Megyn I might have something to say
if we could successfully transplant you a brain
OReilly it seems like you're here to stay
with your loofa and teleprompted impotent rage
for Martha R Murrow a trophy deeply engraved
participation in failed shilling for state
Oh Neil laugh it up while your pizza gets colder
if this is fake news
then I'm Mulder
and you know
he had a baby
with Scully
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Early acoustic version:
oh please won't you sign your picture
it would mean so much to me
and it would be a grand gesture
if you'd dedicate a line or three
we could lay around like possums
playing dead as our bonding
and talking adolescence
climbing up this hollow tree
and if its so bad
then they might start to figure it out
admit its our plan
just got too far
just got too loud
oh please won't you sign your picture
it would mean so much to me
if you'd dedicated a line or three
we could lay around like possums
playing dead as our bonding
talking awful adolescence
climbing up the burning tree
and if its so bad
then they might start to figure it out
and if its our plan
we'll mix in a quart
with a liter cut out
and if its so bad
then they might start to figure it out
admit its our plan
just gotta get out
just gotta
just gotta leave
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Untracked acoustic jam:
holy ghost
hole in hand
something's wrong
in my head
holy ghost
hole in hand
broken heart
weeks of famine
never sad
whether that she notes me down
or she don't
holy ghost
hole in head
hold your hand
near the heart
holy ghost
holy head
held your hand
fade to dead
holy ghost
hole in head
hold your hand
hearts too dead
holy ghost
has prepared a chance
passed around
laid hands
pray to god
pray to keep
pray to god
pray to keep
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I was plain
I complained all of every day
I was blamed
I was not quite everything
I was plain
I was sane
a content and dumb fool
I resent something
how I cannot remember
I was plain
I complained all of every day
and it never really even had a chance to change
and it stayed the same all of every day
I complained I complain
a complaint is gonna be made
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short instrumental
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This loop improvisation started the session off to loosen up and adjust levels. I don't think it was ever really intended to be used but I am putting it here anyway.
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released February 27, 2017
