1. |
Total Euphoria
00:50
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[instrumental]
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What’s the name of your new band?
The one with you and my old friends?
I can’t lie, it’s not half bad
The expendables ride again
How you doing on new songs?
You wanna borrow my catalog?
Actually, shit—just have this one
The expendables ride again
It wasn’t me
It was you
I was asleep
But I came to
I woke up
A bitter pill
In a clown car
En route to the loser’s circle
I can’t make it to your show
Next time, for sure; just let me know
And you can show me how you did that thing
The expendables ride again
It wasn’t me
It was you
I was asleep
But I came to
I woke up
Lost in space
A Big Star
Swatting those pesky satellites away
What’s the name of your new band?
The one with you and my old friends?
I can’t lie, I’m a fan
The expendables ride again
The expendables ride again
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3. |
American Dad
02:02
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I’m fungus among the trees
Crows feet like cracked ceiling beams
To hold the bullshit in my head
My regrets are merely old friends
I’d do anything
To feel normal again
All my best ideas are burnt ends
At the boring side of heaven
I’d do anything
To feel normal again
Again they tend to beg
Until there’s nothing more
You count the space between your breaths
And you can’t find the door
I’d do anything
To feel normal again
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4. |
The Perfect Song
02:06
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You wrote the perfect song
It gets stuck in my head all day long
You wrote the perfect song
The perfect song
And it sounds
Just like how
A kiss tastes
Makes me want
To sing along
’Til I’m blue in the face
Whoo
And when I
Feel like my
Heart might break
I put it on
And the tears
All evaporate
You wrote the perfect song
It gets stuck in my head all day long
You wrote the perfect song
The perfect song
You wrote the perfect song
It gets stuck in my head all day long
You wrote the perfect song
The perfect song
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5. |
Quarter Beare
02:02
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My quarter bear’s seldom left at home
And we talk on the phone
Me and my quarter bear
My quarter bear has mind of its own
You know what they say
The ones who listen understand
And my quarter bear does
And my quarter bear I do love
People say quarter bear’s “ugly, can’t you see?”
She’s still beautiful to me
She’s my quarter bear
People say quarter bear’s “really nothing fancy”
But she makes me happy
She makes me feel six feet tall
My whimper’s become a caterwaul
After all
My quarter bear’s seldom left at home
Good luck trying to tear me off the phone
When I’m on it
With my
Quarter bear
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6. |
New King
01:07
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Thank god we have a new king
Thank god we have a new king
Thank god we have a new king
La-la-la-la-la….
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7. |
Blake and Lanny
00:53
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Blake and Lanny
Present the best shows of the week
Blake and lanny
Tell you who you ought to see
Blake likes new jack swing
Lanny likes trendy thing
You get them together, yeah
And you’ve got everything
Turn off the tv
And go support the scene
With Blake and lanny
The best shows of the week
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8. |
All My Friends Are Venmo
01:35
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A sad bastard sits alone, scrolling through his menchies
Occupying the plane known as white male mediocrity
Table for one at the Taco Bell on Wilshire
Wishing to god I could put all these pennies in a tip jar
I’ve had it up to here so I’m saying fuck the fans (what fans? What fans?)
I just got this email from my publicist I can barely understand (we stan, we stan)
All my friends tell me they’re migrating to Venmo
“It’s the next Facebook,” they say, “or at least the next ello”
Another year attached to the capitalist human centipede
When live shows come back you can catch me standing in the green room, awkwardly
I’ve had it up to here so I’m saying fuck the fans (what fans? What fans?)
I just got an email from my publicist I can barely understand (we stan, we stan)
Picture perfect scenery
milk duds make up the gaps in your teeth
The air in the trees is dollar store fabreeze
Nothing, nothing means nothing to me
I’ve had it up to here so I’m saying fuck the fans
I just got an email from my manager I can’t quite understand
Picture perfect scenery
milk duds make up the gaps in your teeth
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9. |
Better Than That
01:15
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You said you wanted somebody normal
But you know, you know I’m better than that
You know, you know I’m better than that
I was the only one who ever loved you
But you think you can do better than that
You think you can do better than that
You came and went you conquered then you quit
You didn’t know what you were up against
And now at last your cradle’s warm and safe
Until the boughs can’t stand the wait
You know I’m better than that
You know I’m better than that
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10. |
X-Ray Vision
02:44
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She leaves in the evening
And blows him a kiss
That rips right through his sails and
Leaves him deserted
He dipped his toes in the water
But he got cold feet
Out of step with the tenor
He can’t keep a beat
And now
Everyone knows the truth
He’s got x ray vision too
He’s got x ray vision too
He’s got x ray vision too
And now
Everybody knows
He can see right through her clothes
He’s got x ray vision too
He’s got x ray vision too
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11. |
Cum on My Khakis
00:45
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[instrumental]
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12. |
Sugar and Cream
01:28
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Sugar and cream make a pretty good team
And they taste like a dream to me
Sugar and cream with berries or coffee
And everything else in between
And sometimes
When my heart grows lonely and exhausted
I stimulate and sauce it
Sugar and cream as silly as it seems
My lust for this stuff’s a disease
Sugar and cream, they’re like Mac n cheese
Or Bert and Ernie, Woodstock and snoopy
And sometimes
When I need to get a lick in
I sugarcoat the medicine
Cups of white a sugar and a big-ass carton of cream
These are a few of my favorite devices
A substitute rarely if ever suffices
For me
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13. |
The Blood Donor in Me
01:49
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My blood is full with the woe of the world
All an arch to heart of a girl
I am what you make of me
Generous or in it for celebrity, oh
A magnanimous bro
To the blood donor in me
The blood donor in me
Blood donor in me
My blood is full with the woe of the world
All an arch to the heart of a girl
I am what you want from me
Even paranoids have enemies, whoa
A calamitous blow
To the blood donor in me
The blood donor in me
Blood donor in me
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14. |
Better Than Nothing
01:57
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My heart’s a garden overgrowin'
Full of thorns without a rose
And you still think I’m
Better than nothing
Out-of-print, my pages torn
An insult to the human form
But still you’ll find
I’m better than nothing
Better than nothing
Better you hear it from the horse’s mouth
That’ll chew you up and spit you out
I’m not the best you’ve ever had
But at least it’s not all bad
Yeah you can count on me crawling back
To whoever books this circus act
But I’ll prove in time
I’m better than
Still you’ll find
I’m better than nothing
Better than nothing
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15. |
I Would Dance With You
01:15
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I would dance with you
If I knew how to
It’s not that I don’t want to baby
I hope you know that I do
It’s just that I can’t tell the 2 step from a pebble in my shoe
I would dance with you
If I knew how to
It’s not that I don’t like you baby
Honest, I promise I do
It’s just that I can’t tell the rumba from the robot vacuum
La-la-la…
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16. |
Velvet Scholars Line
01:58
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Ocean’s crazy food factory
The position seeing father
Crates on pets and pig pet line
The long good morning, big goodnight
Crazy akbar in brick’s house
In the sky, morning house
Ocean’s crazy food factory
Crates on pets and pig pet line
The famous rat mitali
Straight daughter of the velvet scholars line
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17. |
My Master's Voice
01:32
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Polaroids on pallid walls
Keepsakes on the shelf
I can hear his voice from down the hall
Cause he can’t help but yell
There’s a new scent in the air
That I don’t quite understand
If I could roll my eyes I would
Right out of my head
My master’s voice
Never seemed so clear
My master’s voice
Never seemed so pure
My master’s voice
Aw-woooo
My master’s voice
Never seemed so clear
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18. |
My Parrot
04:37
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My parrot tells them
Things I swear I’ve said
My parrot’s wisdom
Is just something that it read
My parrot treats its friends
Like a focus group
A scared little kid
In a grownup suit
If it weren’t for me my parrot would still be mute
My parrot loves the
Sound of its own voice
My parrot’s content
As long as it’s making noise
When it starts up
It can’t be stopped
Like a pull string doll
With its wires crossed
It’s so precious how it think it calls the shots
Without that routine you stole
You’d be a sitting duck
I taught you everything I know
Except how to shut up
It’s such a strange sensation
Talking to a real imitation
My parrot has a
Mouth that’s bigger than its brain
My parrot swears that
We have the same name
And now my parrot
Has the whole planet convinced
Sometimes even I
Can’t tell the difference
Between me and the monster I created
My parrot
My parrot
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19. |
Winged Commander
03:05
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I command a flying wing
And boy are my men fine
I’ll return with medals, for sure
And make the girl I pine for mine
Wing commander
Wing commander
Wing commander
I command a flying wing
And man, my boys are fine
i’ll return decorated and respected
By the girl who I make smile
Wing commander
Wing commander
Wing commander
Oh to fly all day
Is to escape
The corrosive sweat
that lines life’s head
With which I command
This fleet of mine
It soars, it flies
Wing commander
Wing commander
Wing commander
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20. |
Camelot
02:06
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she plays in the best band in the city
she hates garage rock as much as me
camelot
camelot
you say you harmonize to all my songs
fifty million can’t be wrong
this will be the year
we make it all disappear
What does it mean to make it in this day and age?
Your cover letter may as well just be a works cited page
you hope your big words and pretty chords will push you through
But it’s nothing that they want, and it’s nothing they pretend to
camelot
camelot
you say you harmonize to all my songs
fifty million can’t be wrong
this will be the year we make it all disappear
Maybe if we played more pentatonic scales
Maybe if our songs weren’t so detailed
camelot
camelot
camelot
camelot
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21. |
Caleb
01:25
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Caleb
If you’re out there somewhere I’m sorry
For ruining your 9th birthday party
Oh, Caleb
I’m sorry
Caleb
Don’t mind me reminiscing
But on the off chance that you’re listening
I’m begging
For forgiveness
I was such an awful kid
And I’m not much better at 26
But there’s something new in my head
Maybe I grew a conscience
It took awhile but now I feel bad
Which means I’m not a psychopath
But I was still a dickhead, at best
I confess
Caleb
If you’re out there something I’m sorry
For ruining your 9th birthday party
Oh, Caleb
I’m sorry
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22. |
Skyscraper Sized Bong
00:48
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Secrets on our lips
Covering our footprints
Glued to the pavement
And stuck in her canvas
Can I come over now?
Can I stay the night?
Can I hold you now?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
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23. |
Rejected Jingle
00:40
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You earned it
You earned it
You earned that reward
That reward called Reese’s
You earned it
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24. |
Armpit
02:20
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We walked awhile
Trading smiles
She can’t find out
How I feel about her now
I couldn’t think
Of anything to say
All these big words
Just get in the way
She said she grew up in some armpit, yeah
She said she grew up in some armpit, yeah, yeah
She said she grew up in some armpit
So I said I’d take her out again
We walked awhile
Through the rain
Afraid of feeling
Everything
We got drunk
On rolling rock
I said “No”
“It’s against the law”
She said she grew up in some armpit, yeah
She said she grew up in some armpit, yeah, yeah
She said she grew up in some armpit
So I said I’d take her out again
I couldn’t think
Of what to do
So I said,
“I love you”
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25. |
Wet T-Shirt Contest
00:32
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If it’s a mad man’s world, then explain my position
Luggage in transit, stranded on your island
I never want to see those nipples again
There’s no contact
Wet t-shirt contest
Whoa-oh!
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26. |
Tears on My Dockers
02:24
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Maya
Maya
I’m crazy for this one baby
Maya
Maya
I’m crazy for this one baby
I’m crazy for this one baby
Can’t talk about how I feel inside
Without alienating everyone in my life
I’m crazy for this one baby
Maya
Maya
I’m crazy for this one baby
Maya
Maya
I’m crazy for this one baby
I’m crazy for this one baby
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Young canary flies and tells me things that I’ve learned well
Through sun and lemon skies canary’s wings leave pleasant smell
Though canary’s found a new home and new
Arms to run to but I’m still that someone
Who held canary in his arms
And time we spent was fun
My canary, vanilla cherry, she was sure to run
Young canary so frivolous and carefree
The forests in our hearts aflame
Until canary drove her car over heart
That’s 1000 pieces in my driveway
Canary will cry no tears for me
She’ll run away I can’t believe that
Canary doesn’t care about me
Together no more fun
I trusted her
I humored with laughter
I stupidly assumed she was the one
And even though she quit on me
You can’t blame a bird for things like these
She needs to look around some more
But one day she’ll fly back through that door
Canary pushed me out of the nest
Together no more fun
I spread my wings but fell to my death
She was sure to run
She was sure to run
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28. |
A Girl Like Andy
00:52
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I see her pretty face pass by
And I’m wondering oh, why
Can’t I find a girl like Andy?
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