Most of these songs are things done for Song Fight! or Song Fight!-adjacent contests, and represent a real turning point in Sockpuppet’s composition and production without forgetting the roots of where this music came from.
Two of these songs are covers, and are subject to standard copyright:
All other songs are Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
Hippy likes Hippy snacks. Hippy thinks they taste so good. Hippy likes the Hippy snacks. They’re made of whole grain wholesome wood.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better.
Yuppie likes Yuppie snacks. Yuppie likes them made of meat. Yuppie likes the Yuppie snacks. Suck them from the Yuppie teat.
Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better, better, better, better.
Hippy don’t like Yuppie snacks. They prefer things made of soy. Yuppie don’t like hippy snacks. Would rather play with shiny toy.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them bitter.
I was going through a breakup, with someone who really wanted me to do more than I was able.
You shouldn’t fall For anyone at all Eventually you’re gonna hit the ground
Everything you do Please do it just for you Because you are so great to have around
And if you should fall From something ten feet tall I’ll try to catch you and make it okay
But everything I do I can’t do just for you I won’t always be there to save the day
And then if I should fall From fifty stories tall I hope that you’ll be there right next to me
And everything we do We ask each other to Even if we sometimes disagree
But you shouldn’t fall For anyone at all No matter what you think that you have found
And everything you do Please do it just for you Because I don’t want you to hit the ground
I wrote this song the night after I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, based on the then-current understanding of the condition (before new research showed that it’s actually an autoimmune condition), and also about my long-time frustration with just how people who don’t experience chronic pain talk to people who do.
Every day I’m just a little older I feel a little twinge up in my shoulder Icing up my limbs until they’re colder Reduce the burning pain into a smolder
I’ve got fibromyalgia I’ve got fibromyalgia I feel a lot of pain but it’s Mostly in my brain I have Fibromyalgia
I’ve got Fibromyalgia Fibromyalgia There’s something in my brain that makes me Sensitive to pain I’ve got Fibromyalgia
Well I think it’s pretty nice To eat turmeric and rice With a spicy Indian curry
And I get so much advice And I’ve heard it once or twice About swimming and Pilates and so much yoga (You should swim do Pilates and so much yoga!)
Fibromyalgia, I’ve got Fibromyalgia It’s excruciating pain That comes from my defective brain I’ve got fibromyalgia
This was the 2016 Live Fight entry for Song Fight! Live! in New York City.
It’s just a happy accident that these two Live Fight entries from the same city happened to go next to each other on this album.
This thing I found lying in the street Don’t know what it is but it’s pretty neat When I picked it up, it filled me with energy
Now everyone’s always lookin’ around Turning their head to see this thing I found Give me a look, I think that it’s jealousy
It’ll always be my lucky charm Keeping me safe and free from harm I know everything will always be okay
Everything all said, I’m good At least long as I’m touching wood My good luck charm will always save the day
It looks kind of like a rocket ship Keep it on my belt, held it with a clip And suddenly nobody wants to fight
Walking through the village green, Lots of people say “that’s keen!” Some of them even cheer and shout “All right!”
It’ll always be my lucky charm Keeping me safe and free from harm I know everything will always be okay
Everything all said, I’m good At least long as I’m touching wood My good luck charm will always save the day
A baker must be what I be Because everybody says to me Something about the dough made of dill that I wear
I’m not quite sure what they mean But I don’t want to make a scene Anyway they said to look out for a bear
I walked on by a man in blue He took one look and said “how do you do, I think I’m gonna take you into custody”
I wasn’t sure just what he meant But then it was clear this was heaven-sent Because that bear can never get to me
It’ll always be my lucky charm Keeping me safe and free from harm I know everything will always be okay
Everything all said, I’m good At least long as I’m touching wood My good luck charm will always save the day
It’ll always be my lucky charm Keeping me safe and free from harm I know everything will always be okay
Everything all said, I’m good At least long as I’m touching wood My good luck charm will always save the day
This was recorded in posthumous tribute to its composer, Seth Gibbs, who probably did not intend for this song to be about himself.
His old band’s original version is available on Song Fight!.
Space cadet, what can you bring us To bring us together
Space cadet, what can you bring us To bring us together
Space cadet can you see all of the planets and stars Lifeless and empty but they know who they are He is so alone But we are really alone
Fly away, leave us alone, we don’t want you anyway I hope you’re happy floating free up in space It’s so nice up there But it’s so rotten down here
Space cadet, what can you bring us To bring us together
Space cadet, what can you bring us To bring us together
You watch the universe go You wishing on the last star What do you think of us now How can you live with us now
Hey cadet, where do you think You’re going don’t float away Take us with you, we’ll miss you so
Space cadet, what can you bring us To bring us together
Space cadet, what can you bring us To bring us together
This song was written as a 20th anniversary celebration of the very first Song Fight!.
20 years ago I knew this guy, you probably know the type. His name was Gary or Greg or something, but everyone knew him as Golfpunk. His whole thing was breaking in windows of expensive cars using a golf club to protest the wealth gap or… somethin' like that.
Anyway, he called himself a performance artist, and some rich dude decided it would be funny to give him a Cadillac to drive around, you know, “ironically?” Golfpunk, he changed, man… He changed.
(Golfpunk, he drives a Cadillac) (Golfpunk, he drives a Cadillac) (Golfpunk, he drives a Cadillac) (Golfpunk, he drives a Cadillac)
Now that he had a Cadillac of his own he suddenly felt a lot of empathy for the other Cadillac owners and stopped smashing windows. He wanted to smash things, though, so… he took his golf club to the golf course and… he started playing.
You know, golf.
The rich peoples' sport.
And he was good at it.
(Golfpunk, he drives a nine iron) (Golfpunk, he drives a nine iron) (Golfpunk, he drives a nine iron) (Golfpunk, he’s gonna crash and burn)
He ended up entering into a tournament and won a lot of money, but then his past caught up with him and all these rich assholes, like, sued him for the windows he broke. And then he had to go on a big ol' apology tour, ‘cause it’s not like he hurt anyone or said anything racist, but God forbid some windows get smashed up.
Anyway, we all kind of lost track of him for a long time, but then a few weeks ago he reached out to me and was like, “Hey, remember me?” And I was like, “Hey, I remember you! Man, Golfpunk! It’s been a long heckin’ time.” Then he kinda went silent.
And then he says to me, “So, um, I’m not Golfpunk anymore. I got married, settled down, had kids… now I’m more of a… golf dad.”
And I was like, “Oh. Huh. Weird.”
And then he said the most offensive thing to me ever:
“And now I drive a Prius.”
(Golfpunk, he drove a Cadillac) (Golfpunk, he drove a Cadillac) (Golfpunk, he drove a Cadillac) (Golfpunk, he drove a Cadillac)
Anyway, I guess the moral of the story is it’s okay to grow up sometimes, and maybe you’re going to grow apart too. And that’s alright.
Just don’t become an asshole.
The original version of this song was written by King Arthur for the A Problem of Perspective edition of Song Fight!.
Here is the problem: The way I see you is Colored by all of the things we’ve been through. Here is the problem: The way you see me is All about the things that you think I did to you.
That’s how a problem of perspective seems to work; Gets in the way of love. We think we’ve been hurt, We say we’ve had enough, we lose the will to trust. That’s what a problem of perspective does to us.
Love keeps no score of wrongs, they tell me, but my Eyes won’t open and my heart won’t let go. I make assumptions, despite the things I see, I… I deny the evidence, I trust what I think I know.
That’s how a problem of perspective seems to work; Gets in the way of love. We think we’ve been hurt, We say we’ve had enough, we lose the will to trust. That’s what a problem of perspective does to us.
At least two sides to every story. At least one truth for every lie. The optimist afraid to disbelieve, The pessimist afraid to try.
That’s how a problem of perspective seems to work; Gets in the way of love. We think we’ve been hurt, We say we’ve had enough, we lose the will to trust. That’s what a problem of perspective does to us.
This song was written for Song Fight! Live 2020, and I don’t think people got the joke that it was a song about how 2020 was going to have been so much better than 2019 was.
(For those reading this from the distant future: It very much wasn’t.)
This year had its challenges All my flowers dead, my pain got worse, my brain got worse, there’s something wrong with my head
What happened to my career, it didn’t go my way Things feel bad, and I’m in fear I won’t live another day
oh, it can only get better oh, I know it will get better
we see the rise of fascists who think many lives don’t matter a president who’s on the brink, only cares to be flattered
where can our people go from here it all just seems too much famine devastation fear we need a human touch
oh, it can only get better oh, I know it will get better
but it wasn’t all so bad some of it was swell remember all the good times we had Song Fight! Live went well
We take the hand we have been dealt this year’s problems were a-plenty 2019 really smelt, so here’s to 2020
oh, it can only get better oh, I know it will get better oh, it can only get better oh, I know it will get better
My isle dauphine She’ll never come clean What does she mean She’ll never go clean Oh, isle dauphine
She walks down the aisle All of the while I’m thinking I’ll Walk single file Oh, isle dauphine
I heard what she said, and She’s turning all red Might as well be dead for Everything she said Oh, isle dauphine
She’s walking the border with everything in order and takes off the garter and Runs a bit harder Oh, isle dauphine
My isle dauphine She’ll never come clean What does she mean She’ll never go clean Oh, isle dauphine
This was written for Circle of Titles in 2016, when I was assigned the title “Strategies to Live,” which felt super relevant given the then-recent Presidential election which was at odds with my safety as a trans person.
It took me five years to release this album, and I kept on feeling like it was too late to release this topical song, and yet, somehow it manages to remain topical.
You can hide yourself down a deep, dark hole Or hoist yourself on a really tall pole Anything that’ll help you get away
You can do heavy drugs to numb the pain, or Ask a surgeon to remove your brain So you can fit right in and start to play
Change your face and change your name Hide everything that brings you shame Or go on a preemptive sneak attack
Dig deep into the viper’s pit Embroil yourself in petty shit Just commit ‘coz there’s no turning back
Oh, I wish I didn’t worry oh so much Oh, I wish I could feel fine Oh, if only all my hopes weren’t out of touch I wish my safety wasn’t on the line
If you’re accused of doing a bad crime Want to hide for a very very very long time Consider all the possibilities
Make a run for President Convince the people you are heaven sent You might just win and then you are home free
Even if you’re caught lying Everyone gives you points for trying It’s not that the bear stakes well, it skates at all
Even if you destroy the world It doesn’t matter, you can fuck every girl And then you can go home and take your ball
Oh, I wish I didn’t worry oh so much Oh, I wish I could feel fine Oh, if only all my hopes weren’t out of touch I wish my safety wasn’t on the line
In the long run everything will be fine It will just be a matter of time, in Twelve billion years this will all be gone
In the meantime just try to survive The world is better with you alive Outliving him is a reason to go on
This song was inspired by repeatedly tapping the tuning fork button on my portable amp.
it’s inimical inimitable and so predictable not a miracle
it’s despicable deliverable get irritable, with a thread to pull, feeling minimal
a seeming emptiness encroaching loneliness result of pettiness, try to redress the phoniness
acrimonious sanctimonious a former holiness, the brokenness melodious
finding time to spare sit in the broken chair being unaware, without a care all thoughts laid bare
a tantric suicide already dead inside climb up the hillside, across the divide, smell insecticide
there’s a new tomorrow, it’s falling into place there’s a new tomorrow, it’s running out of space there’s a new tomorrow, it’s all fucked up get your new tomorrow, you’re out of luck
get a steady job, and another piece of me get a big tv, and another take get a new degree, stuck in the machinery in the new tomorrow, you get what you make
it’s inimical counterfactual and so predictable not a miracle
it’s despicable deliverable get irritable, with a thread to pull, feeling minimal
and you simply cannot see what this all has done to me simply cannot see through the crooked lies simply cannot see everything that’s eating me nobody is looking through each others’ eyes
simply cannot see what this all has meant to me simply cannot see through the skin disguise simply cannot see all the greater piece of me walking through the hallway something on the rise
feeling critical and irritable analytical parasitical
apocalyptical stereotypical it’s predictable, hypocritical, a miracle
Everything you like, anything that gets you high Something there for everyone, something you can try Getting murry with a furry in the simulated leather Bondage in a dungeon where you can do it one better
Get your freak flag on Get your freak flag on
Everything is good in our carved out sexy spaces From the horniest of normies to the kinkiest of aces Post it on social if you’re into humiliation But remember to use content warnings – it’s just polite!
Get your freak flag on Get your freak flag on (Get your freak flag on)
Everything is good as long as everyone’s consenting Couple with some trans girls who are really into fencing Peg a strapping young lad with your strapping strap-on cock Only if he’s legal though, I’ve been around the block
Get your freak flag on Get your freak flag on (Ooh yeah, get your freak flag on)
You can be a top or bottom or an indecisive switch Take ‘em out for breakfast afterwards, if you feel the itch Safety first, remember to wear rubber, use protection And get it nice and shiny so you can see your own reflection Mmm, yeah…
Get your freak flag on Get your freak flag on Get it on and on Get your freak flag on
(freak flag) Safeword to your mother But not your actual mother (freak flag) 'Cuz that’d be gross
I mean, yuck
This song was originally written for Song Fight!, as part of the “Live Fight” challenge for Song Fight! Live 2021.
On the blog I have written up a detailed explanation of the lyrics and video.
Feeling lost in an elephant’s dream Caught up in the digital stream Cave of shadows, can’t say what I mean A million miles far from home
Best foot forward, take a step back Play defense while on the attack Sowing discord, can’t cut them no slack Everybody so alone
If everyone could see Themselves through some other eyes Innocent, caught up in the machinery An algorithmic disguise
Making everything great again Forget about your family and friends Looking for a means to an end Just don’t want to be alone
Fragile gem, split in two Internal dialogue of them vs. you Find acceptance with nothing to do The voices there are all your own
If everyone could see Themselves through some other eyes Innocent, caught up in the machinery An algorithmic disguise
A deeper body ache, and make a bad mistake A million jumping on Sharing a bad take, Nobody can quite shake The feeling that you’re gone
Feeling lost in an elephant’s dream Getting washed away by the digital stream If it feels better to share another meme Doesn’t make you less alone
If everyone could see Themselves through some other eyes Innocent, caught up in the machinery An algorithmic disguise
If everyone could see Themselves through some other eyes Innocent, caught up in the machinery An algorithmic disguise
This song isn’t about Portland, but it also isn’t not about Portland.
It’s also about Seattle.
But also it was just written for the Song Fight! Live Fight in Portland, in 2015.
We’re so happy that you want to stay But our city’s full please go away We don’t want to turn away your kind So come anyway, I guess we won’t mind
We know what you’ve seen on the TV How we live our lives totally fancy free But you really ought to know Portlandia is just a show
We are passive, and aggressive Sacred bike rights often start fights But we all drive, when you arrive We say you’ll never need a car
We have hipsters – Silly tricksters We’re ironic – Catatonic Brew our own beer, but please don’t fear ‘Cause there’s always PBR
So you live here now, you want a job? I guess that’s cool – you’re not a slob You could work at a restaurant If that is the kind of job you want
What’s that you say? You have a degree? A master’s in sustainability? That’s really great, but you oughta know I just got mine an hour ago
We are passive, and aggressive Sacred bike rights often start fights But we all drive, when you arrive We say you’ll never need a car
We have hipsters – Silly tricksters We’re ironic – Catatonic Brew our own beer, but please don’t fear ‘Cause there’s always PBR
I guess we can’t talk you out of it So welcome to Portland, We Give A Shit™ What’s that you say, you love the sky so blue? Well I guess I’ve got some news for you…
We are passive, and aggressive Sacred bike rights often start fights But we all drive, when you arrive We say you’ll never need a car
We have hipsters – Silly tricksters We’re ironic – Catatonic Brew our own beer, but please don’t fear ‘Cause there’s always PBR And there’s always PBR And there’s always PBR
#CD #SongFight #Vinyl #Popular #Dancepop #Electropop #IndiePop #Rock #Funny #Cover #Lyrical ]]>A short album originally released in 2014. Contains songs about stuff, and also things.
where does the time all go I’m sitting waiting ‘round for you it’s the only life I know I feel like there’s nothing to do these are the themes
and then I get a friend you tell me that she’s there for me that really does depend on everything she does to me these are the themes of my life
you feed and treat me well at least whenever you’re around though I can never tell how late you’re gonna come around these are the themes of my life
and now I’m old and grey Decisions being made for me I hope that I can stay I hope that I can stay These are the themes of my life These are the themes of my life
The last time I was abducted by aliens, they were very excited to meet me.
I came from a place where there were things that were not made from corn, but they loved corn quite a lot. They took me in their corn-shaped space ship and brought me to their planet which was covered in fields upon fields of corn, and when the people greeted me they were wearing corn hats and corn shirts made from corn silk, and when the little children smiled at me they had smiles of corn with little kernels for teeth. And the airplanes left behind corntrails of popcorn, which rained down from the sky all the time, and they ate this popcorn with a corn butter made from corn oil and sweetened with corn syrup. All the children ran in fields of corn while carrying their cornphones that connected them to cornputers, and all they ate was corn, corn, and corn. For protein they had corn nuts, and for dairy they had corn milk, and late at night they’d watch corny movies and standup cornedians making corny jokes, and when they wanted to screw they’d watch hard-corn cornography. This world had a whole lot of corn. But their corn ship had broken down and they couldn’t send me home, so this is where I still live to this day. It is the planet on which you and I and everyone else are. Everything is made from corn. Except the corn. That is made from trimethylsalicylide.
i’m feeling numb head banging drum where i come from, i’ll die another day
what happened to me setting myself free an absentee I’m turning away
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
Too late for me So let me be We’ll just have to see how this all works out
What things may come I’m feeling dumb Gonna succumb To another doubt
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
How hard I try I’m asking why staying dry for now i’m fine
too late, it’s done it’s time to run under the gun your life is on the line
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
I heard what the robot said I’m going back to bed ‘Cause I know if I don’t get enough sleep I’ll just be seein’ red
I think I’ll stay inside No reason not to hide Maybe if they don’t hear a peep They’ll think I already died
How we gonna get ourselves out of this one Why can’t they just go and shoot the moon Someone should do something about this terror from outer space I hope that this bad nightmare is ending soon
I heard what the robot said I’m going back to bed Seeing that big pneumatic drill Fills me up with dread
I just can’t stay inside Even if they think I died Smoking crater where it was my favorite hill Maybe it’s time to hide
How we gonna get ourselves out of this one Why’d they have to go and shoot the moon Someone should do something about this threat to the human race I hope that this bad nightmare is ending soon
I heard what the robot said I’m going back to bed ‘Cause I know if I don’t get enough sleep I’ll just be seein’ red
You started out thinking you were headin' for a revolution You got some friends together but it really got out of hand
Now you’re spending your nights singing songs in an institution And that’s what it’s like when you’re livin' in a traveling band
Another day ending It’s getting cold Tired of mending It’s getting old What have they done to me
Feel it drawing nearer I’m sick of this place I look in the mirror So sick of this face What have they done to me
she said she would go she said she would she said she would go
Smelling the flowers I’m floating in space I’ve been here for hours With a smile on my face What have they done to me
she said she would go she said she would she said she would go she said she would she said she would go she said she would
I’m sorry if I bothered you I don’t know what I’m gonna do I have to find myself a place to think
I know what I did was wrong I hoped that you would play along, At least that’s what I’m told by my new shrink
I should make it up to you, So let me know what I can do, It would help make me feel so tickled pink
Please don’t simply turn me down Rejection’s gonna make me frown I think that you should know I’m on the brink
I’m feeling dizzy, it happened again What do you think I should do This person out there, I don’t think it’s me All that I know, I need you
I’m sorry ‘bout your other friend, Reliable until the end; This has been something of a trend I see
And what about the other one, Who thought that it would be so fun To gas himself, it was so Bourgeoisie
It’s simply very puzzling, Why no one can go on living, When they meet you, it’s dizzying to see
I’m sorry 'bout the cyanide And the assisted suicide Oh look, another one has died
Not me!
I’m feeling dizzy, it happened again What do you think I should do That person out there is really not me I know that I know, I need you
I’m sorry but I have to run, It’s been nice, a lot of fun If someone asks, I wasn’t Here
I’m going out of town, I hope nobody drowns, I won’t be 'round but I’ll Be near
I’m feeling dizzy, it happened again What do you think I should do That person out there I hope is not me All that I know, I need you All that I know, I need you All that I wanted is you
#CD #SongFight #IndiePop #Rock #Lyrical ]]>This was the first album I released as “Sockpuppet,” and was made up mostly of music I’d done for Song Fight!, with most of the songs reworked and/or remastered.
What are you doing to me In the name of being free I never liked you But you ought to know
The things I hold dear you break Everything I try to make You only wanted destruction You reap what you sow
Come on, baby Just think, maybe You’re not the person That you think you are but instead
Just take one minute To see the limit Please understand there’s Nothing going on in your head
And then you did it again To try to impress your friends I don’t think they really like you I thought you should know
The things you’re doing to me To achieve immortality You only wanted attention But please let it go
Come on, baby Just think, maybe You’re not the person That you think you are but instead
Just take one minute To see the limit Please understand there’s Nothing going on in your head
What are you doing to me In the name of being free It is a pointless distraction But what do you know
Come on, baby Just think, maybe You’re not the person That you think you are but instead
Just take one minute To see the limit Please understand there’s Nothing going on in your head
Come on, baby Just think, maybe You’re not the person That you think you are but instead
Just take one minute To see the limit Please understand there’s Nothing going on in your head
She doesn’t disturb me Confuses, perturbs me She just wants to know me While living below me
I know what she can see A robber she fancies I don’t know what I mean A daughter in between
She doesn’t control me Doesn’t quite know me I know what I can see In transparency
I’m giving it my all But I’m heading for a fall When all that I can do Is run faster
For something less than I am worth As I tumble down to Earth But all that I can do Is run faster
Please listen to the way I feel I need to get some more time to heal My lungs are getting ready to explode I can’t run any faster
I get the feeling I should leave It’s getting harder to believe You don’t know what it is I’m going through I’m running faster
How can you tell me what to do If I am dead I will not see things through What you want isn’t easy done or said I’d like to see you run faster
I’ve given you my all But I’m ready for a fall When all you let me do Is run faster
I’ve given you my all But I’m ready for a fall When all you let me do Is run faster
I don’t think You know how to be good to me I don’t think You have time to be reminding I don’t think Anything you do is good enough And I think The time for us is wrong
I don’t think That I should listen to you anymore Everything You say to me always makes me snore Everyone Says I should not so quickly doubt you What I think It doesn’t matter now
I don’t think You will be here for me I don’t think You even know how You and me Were never meant to be together I don’t think The time for us is now
I don’t think You should be watching so much TV It’s a thing You do too much and always every Thing I see Is nothing that can be too good for you I don’t think You remember what’s right
I don’t think You know how to be good to me I don’t think You have time to be reminding I don’t think Anything you do is good enough And I think The time for us is wrong
Standing on a stage where I’m rhyming with Lucia I have to admit that this wasn’t my idea Having too much fun while drinking much tequila I’d rather have coffee though
Watching her go with you, falling on the weekends Buy a new skirt made of edible sequins Wading through the pond, sitting down where it deepens Where do you want to go?
I’m feeling fine Taking time, try to rhyme She used to be trouble-free Can you see?
Standing on a lake is not such a good venue When it is cold food that we have on the menu Everyone tired of doing what we can do Please don’t let her down
When you have a friend, you never want to see them Hanging out to dry in a mausoleum You want them to simply carpe diem It is too late now
She came to me She will be set free What I mean, what I seen She had been in between
I’m feeling fine Taking time, try to rhyme She used to be trouble-free Can you see?
I’m feeling fine Taking time, try to rhyme She used to be trouble-free
I have a bad cat He is very fat He sat on my hat And then he shat He dragged the hat All over my mat Then he ate a bat And made friends with a rat
I took this bad cat To the laundromat Where we had a spat About the theocrat He’s a diplomat For this crazy dingbat Sent us off to combat Like a copycat
He’s a bureaucrat And a total asshat Shut down the laundromat Because he overheard chit-chat An aristocrat And a cosmocrat He’s a pornocrat Such a total prat
So I took this bad cat Back to my flat Gave up on the hat Dumped it with the mat We had a little chat He’d have nothing of that But I gave him a pat ‘Cuz he’s my pussycat
Wrapped up in a padded room Feels like I am in a tomb It reminds me of my mother’s womb And it leaves me time for thinking
Been this way since sometime in June Someone caught me howling at the moon Hoping that I can get out soon But this ship just might be sinking
Oh, I could use a little convalescence Oh, I need some convalescence
Shotgun shot in the dead of night Can’t sleep cuz the dark is way too bright See myself heading right for the light I guess I have been drinking
No idea how long I’ve been here Something ‘bout this place a little queer My mind is missing one more gear Little lightbulb blinking
Oh, I could use a little convalescence Oh, I need some convalescence
Oh, i could use a little convalescence Oh, how I need some convalescence
Wrapped up in a padded room Feels like I am in a tomb It reminds me of my mother’s womb And it leaves me time for thinking
There’s something in my eye But I feel like I could fly A bright light came to me in a dream Skies of pink, clouds tangerine
Everything I do or see or think Depends upon the stuff I drink
I think that it is killing me Everytime I take a sip of tea The stuff of dreams it fills in the seams Bright shiny lights inside my dreams
I cannot think without a drink or three But I feel it surrounding me
I could quit but that will not do Another dose for me and you
I grew up in the desert Dry air always made my eyes hurt Ran around with nowhere to go When I really wanted there to be snow Almost never got it in the desert
My mind made up I tried to move away But everywhere I got I couldn’t stay
I grew up in the desert All the people I knew they made my mind hurt
I went somewhere else got on a plane I wanted to get my five minutes of fame Everything I did I needed gin or ginseng I ran faster to get more of the same
I will always be from the desert No matter what, you’re covered in dirt
Where I’m living now there’s plenty of rain And everything I know is ijust more of the same Someday I might go back to where from I came
I grew up in the desert
There’s a house in my head A flea in my bed Everything I know is coming up red And the flea in my bed Is asking me why When I walk on water How I stay dry
I think It’s something to do with how I think My life isn’t mine somehow I try To be the best I can be I need To try to love me
There’s a house in my head A flea in my bed Everyone I know will someday be dead And the flea in my bed Is telling me why I feel these things like I wanna die
Everything I do I do it for you, but Nothing I do Seems to come through, so I think I need time alone, because I think My pain is my own
There’s a house in my head A flea in my bed Everything I know is coming up red And the flea in my bed Is asking me why When I walk on water How I stay dry
You’re lying awake in bed Something happens in your head You’re not sure if you’re alone Somewhere, somebody moans Voices that you hear take your breath away
You’re not sure what you see It keeps you in captivity An alien, a parasite Torturing you through the night You wake up and everything seems okay
The reticular activating system Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands Like an engine with a misfiring piston Things go out of whack You have a panic attack And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand
Serotonin overload Somewhere in your frontal lobe Dopamine suppression is to Always keep you guessing Hippocampus shouldn’t be on call
The brain is running like clockwork In a mechanical Turk Systems poorly factored and they’re Cheaply manufactured It’s a wonder anything works at all
And the reticular activating system Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands Like an engine with a misfiring piston Things go out of whack You have a panic attack And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand
And the reticular activating system Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands Like an engine with a misfiring piston Things go out of whack You have a panic attack And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand
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