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Intro
07:11
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let's go
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Broom Room (R.E.M.)
01:14
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I was living in a room
I couldn't afford a broom, in my room
All I had was some shrooms
To eat and to live off
Then I got a job
With a man named Rob
And then I robbed him, it was ironic
And he didn't have any money left
So he starved, I caused his death
If only I could catch my breath
(are we playing R.E.M.?)
My name is
A wizard
If only I could have a better gizzard
Oh no, oh shit it is!
(The way you were singing, you were like…)
Oh my god
That was totally subconscious
(sings R.E.M.)
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7 + Eight E's
01:19
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Spiders
00:20
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The spiders are coming
Where are the spiders
Ah fuck
The spiders are coming
maaaaahhhhh
Let's go burn your hair
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5. |
The Dust of Death
03:08
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All the ends of the world shall remember
And turn to the lord
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Hot Mess
05:40
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7. |
Back Down Country Lane
01:13
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hello
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8. |
Wifely Duties
02:55
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then you SHALL NOT FUCKING EAT THE APPLE
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9. |
Plink Plonk Trumpet
01:24
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I was walking down the street
And I saw you walking down the street
Sunday morning I was walking down the street
And there I saw you walking on down the street
And I said "do you wanna walk down the street"
I said hey honey, take a walk down the street
(Walking down the street
Following the crowd
Walking down the street
Following the crowd?
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11. |
National Address
01:17
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I'm afraid today we have some very sad news
The funkytown radio host has died
That didn't rhyme,
But what does is the fact that I cried
I'm so very sad
On this sad-ass day
Gonna stare at paintings
And cover myself in hay
And I'll lie down in a field
Gonna be very sad on this sad field
And I'll never recover
One day I'll get up, I'll have built a cocoon
And sadness will have made me it's mother
Staring at a picture of a flower on the wall
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12. |
Radio Show Host's Wake
01:52
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13. |
Tight Guy Blues
02:35
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"major, g major I think"
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yes that was luuvely
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I wish I could go to
New Orleans
I'd be a painter of someone in need
But for now
All I am
Is someone who drinks too much tea
Hard to sit and wait for life to begin
But I have to take that step
For myself
When my laptop dies I recharge it
So what kind of thing can I use to recharge me
All I have is food and sleep
And I have too much of one and not enough of the other
And it's all my own fault when I'm inconvenienced
But that doesn't stop me from doing it
I need to go to sleep but everyone enables my bad habits
By staying up with me
I only know two chords on the ukulele
They are C and G
It doesn't help me when I have to play along
With people beside me
Cause they will move on and I stay on the same two chords
I'll write up some comics and I'll build them up
Until they're something I can live on
And something more than just a sleeping dream
But until then I'll just imagine
Futures that will never become real
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