1. |
Republic
02:47
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2. |
Size M
01:42
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When I was a boy, I looked up to my dad.
He was a very tall man.
He was not a big man.
But he wasn't a tiny little man!
Is he a medium man?
He's a medium man
I believed I was born a poolhall prince
That despite my sloppy moods I was significant
I would be a big man someway someday
Somewhere somehow in someone's eyes
Am I a medium man?
I'm not a medium man!
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Am I a medium man?
I am a medium man
Now I'm almost 50
If I were the 20th Century
I'd already have had two wars and an economic collapse
Me and my band Ed just released Gremlin EP
Are we medium men?
We are medium men
I mean some of these boys look middle aged
Pudgy brains all in their beards
Who do they look up to? Their dads?
Are we all medium men?
We're not all medium men!
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Are we all medium men?
We are all medium men
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3. |
Blah-Blah Head
02:58
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Not a single reason for this
Not a single reason for this
Blah-Blah Head, Blah-Blah Head
I don’t want to be in this song
I don’t wanna be in his song
Blah-Blah Head, Blah-Blah Head
Everybody can be happy
Everybody can be wed
Everybody can be welcome
No one has to be in debt
Not a single zero one thing
Crackerjack box with no prize
Blah-Blah Head, Blah-Blah Head
There is not a single reason
President is just a peasan/t
Blah-Blah Head, Blah-Blah Head
Everybody can be healthy
Everybody can be fed
Everybody can be wealthy
No one has to wash up dead
I will protect everybody
I will push the clown head off
Blah-Blah Head, Blah-Blah Head
I will tip the white bowl over
Owls will eat the pig idiot
Blah-Blah Head, Blah-Blah Head
Everybody will know safety
Everybody will know home
Everybody will know comfort
Everybody will know love
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4. |
gleed
02:24
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You’re stuffing buckets of rage
Force-fed like pigs in a cage
Stuck with shit scripts on the stage
Skewered through with a dull wage
Rapists and racists they spout
You pull your eyelashes out
We tell the world my friend
It isn’t you it’s the end
We are the needlessly gleed
We are the needles of gleed
We are the Beatles of gleed
We are the powers of gleed
We are the flowers of gleed
We are the glowers of gleed
We are the glowers of gleed
Here come the angels of gleed
Here come the angles of gleed
Here come the jangles of gleed
Here come the signals of gleed
Here some the singles of gleed
Here come the jingles of gleed
Here comes the hingeing of gleed
Here comes the singeing of gleed
Here comes the signing of gleed
Here come the fingers of gleed
Here come the singers of gleed
Here come the stingers of gleed
Elderpunk wizened we too
Here to bear witness to you
Let’s sing it once more with soul
As the final credits roll
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5. |
War On
03:33
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Hey moron There’s a war on
Longest war ever before [longest war we’ve ever had]
This horseshit you paid for it
Did you choose blood on your shoes
How much more will you ignore [wake the fuck up]
You can’t see it on TV [not on TV]
President won’t mention it [he can’t spell it!]
Off radar on NPR
Omission ain’t a mission
What's the plan Afghanistan
Two hundred thousand lives dead
Nine hundred billion bucks bled
Suicide five grand died by
Hey Obama
got Osama
In Pakistan
So what’s the plan?
911’s prodigal son
Deserts flood with money blood
We’re out manned in this quicksand
Somebody’s making money
What’s the plan Afghanistan?
Hey moron There’s a war on
Longest war we’ve had before
This horseshit you paid for it
How much more will you ignore
You can’t see it on TV
President won’t mention it
Off radar on NPR
Omission ain’t a mission! nor rendition!
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6. |
Embargo
02:20
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She's a castle
I'm a moat
You're an asshole
In a boat
You're a hassle
I won't float you boy
I'm gonna sink you
Sink you
Down to the sand
You knights in shining armor sink so fast
She's nutrition
You're Iraq
I'm a vicious
Bomb attack
Penicillin
Won't get past me boy
I'm gonna block you
I'm gonna bomb you
Back to the past
You knights in shining armor sink so fast
In Havana
She's a song
You're a piano
I'm a long
Trade embargo
I won't float you through
I won't sign off on you
I'm gonna hold you back
Until you're flat...
You knights in shining armor sink so fast
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7. |
Alarm
01:42
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Did you feel the sky? You can see it fry.
Did you see the poles? Now they’re steamy holes.
Did you see the shore? It ain’t there no more.
Did you taste the seas? They have a disease.
Can you hear it? ALARM ALARM ALARM
Can you feel it? ALARM ALARM ALARM
Can you taste it? ALARM ALARM ALARM
Can you face it? ALARM ALARM ALARM
Did you hear the cloud? It is getting loud.
Did you smell the trees? They are sceaming please.
Step back from your debt. Step back from your screen
Step back from this dream. STEP BACK AND YOU SCREAM
Can you hear it? ALARM ALARM ALARM
Can you feel it? ALARM ALARM ALARM
That bloom of panic ALARM ALARM ALARM
Evacuate the planet ALARM ALARM ALARM
Can you see the earth? Ask it what it's worth.
Can you taste the sun? All will be well done.
Step back from your nukes. Step back from your smoke.
Lean into the world. Lean until you choke
If your dream ain't real ALARM ALARM ALARM
You will scream for real ALARM ALARM ALARM
Can you feel it's real ALARM ALARM ALARM
The real fucking deal ALARM ALARM ALARM
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8. |
Ivy Please
03:36
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Now I’m a punk star
I had to crawl far
My sad and broken way
DIY MFA to AA
My indebted ass
Now is middle class
Back from the ledge’s edge
Bought a house and made my wife a pledge
For my crumb of pie
Live a happy lie
Pretend I only want
To earn and spend and eat and shit and die
Something went amiss
When a youngish miss
Started sending to my wife
Love texts bent to wreck our home and life
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
Stop freeze desist and cease
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
You’re a fatal disease
Ivy’s thirty-one
Slept with just the one
Man she married whose kids
She then carried her life is still unbegun
Pretty mild mouse
Trapped unhappy spouse
Used to be in a band
Got minivanned now she’s bored and bland
Hearts and emojis
Saccharine selfies
Acronyms OOXX
Dribbling lazy layup score some sex
Counterfeit pretense
All your innocence
If you’re gonna flirt then
Admit you’re inflicting vicious hurt
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
I exist! Feel unease!
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
You listless little sleaze
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
Your texts are stinging bees
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
Stop climbing up my trees
Insecure and cold
Afraid, getting old
I’ve eaten slum and sky
This’ll stay my family till I die
If you cheat you’re gone
Your shit on the lawn
The life you’re gonna get
Pain divorce match dot com place your bet
I’ve smoked many miles
I’m no pile of smiles
An intermittent jerk
Committed to make my marriage work
Shove your dumb smart phone
Back off of my home
Know no millennial
Gets to wreck my semicentennial
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
Love’s not your expertise
Ivy please! Ivy please! Ivy please!
Log off and feel the breeze
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9. |
Fueling Ourselves
04:10
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I recycled, I freecycled, I bicycled
I’m feminist. I’m socialist. I’m fucking pissed
I tried religion. I tried sedition. I signed petitions.
I made my mission to have suspicion of politicians.
I told Ed to say. LGBTTQQIAA. Instead of gay.
Tried meditation, tried levitation, tried alcohol. Ism.
I tried to sympathize. I tried to criticize. I cut way back on fries.
I tried anxiety. I tried sobriety. I tried hypocrisy.
I vilified, was mortified, tried suicide.
I voted
I am left wing, it is my thing, to fix everything
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10. |
Dirty Clown
03:40
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At your peach resorts you’re a dirty clown
In your tennis shorts you’re a dirty clown
With genital warts you’re a dirty clown
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
With your trophy wife you’re a dirty clown
And ex-trophy-wife you’re a dirty clown
And ex-trophy-wife you’re a dirty clown
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
With your goldy drape you’re a dirty clown
With your pee pee tape you’re a dirty clown
Grunting orange ape you’re a dirty clown
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty clown dumb it down
With your Cartier
fiberglass toupee
And O’fish filet
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
With your spit of lies
With your supersize
With your lizard eyes
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
With your racist votes
With your rapist gloats
With your bloodless bloat
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty clown dumb it down
With your penthouse suite
With your daddy’s teat
With your scum elite
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
With your fractured rants
With your sycophants
With their Nazi chants
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
With your urine stain
With your gravy train
With your fascist reign
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty-d-dirty-d-dirty. Dirty clown dumb it down
With your fake-ass class
With your fat-ass ass
You’re so fucking crass
You’re a squirty brown turdy dirty clown
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11. |
Angry Candy
01:56
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I remember I met her wiping down the bar
With some blowhard brotard who asked her to his car
She had an M sixteen and her own zine and she
Extracted his spleen without an X-Ray machine
Electric lime chiffon guitar
Convertible black lace sports car
White leather icing on spice cake
Jalapeno cherry on a shake
She was a girl from Normal but didn’t fit in
She wasn’t beige or bland, she wasn’t even thin
She was a rainbow fashionista statuesque
Drove a pink motorcycle but worked at a desk
Angry candy red silk bass amp
Volcano blue neon heat lamp
Black licorice barbed-wire thong
Steamed cream hot espresso-shot strong
I blurted out I like your style even clothes
She spat sized up my mind and wrinkled up her nose
I asked is that your hair or a solar flare-up
She put her shades on and put her nose and hair up
Don’t take offense and like mace my face but ahem
You cool cruel beauty cause mayhem in my brainstem
Ultra-violet lioness
Skin as juicy as flesh peaches
Kisses dangerous as napalm
Baby you’re a ticking sex bomb
Though she ruled derby rinks in seventeen precincts
I sweated pages of ink and asked to lip sync
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12. |
Stalker
02:26
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My banking
My spanking
And Whether I'm gay
credit
My debit
and my DNA
breathing
Heart beating
I Make Data all day
DATADATADATADATA
Subscriptions
Prescriptions
The keywords I use
bookmarks
My birthmarks
Political views
water
My power
A And Psychic tattoos
DATADATADATADATA
Several stalkers
Are in your home
Flush your wristband
Hang up your phone
My contacts
My secrets
my privacy
Cameras
Microphones
Always tracking
Me lonely
Big brother
A Keeps me company
DATADATADATADATACRASH
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13. |
Pyro
03:44
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Though words will fail us we march on
As you burn the earth and sing your song.
We burn the earth we eat the birds
You build new plants you lose old words
We chop the trees we bleach the grass
You burn off every frakking crack of gas
We feed on carcasses and corn
You read Fox news boxtops and porn
We damn the earth we dam the streams
You vomit logos in your dreams
Behind our PowerPoints we hide
You burn the earth and show your slide
We bomb ourselves until we win
And then you let the next war begin.
We fill the seas with plastic spoons
You leave junked space craft on the moon
We excavate we slash and burn
You shock and awe not look and learn
Is there life on Mars we have to know If it’s not burnt you have to go.
Make it glow.
But for now we burn from end to end
Where ever there's a drop of fuel to spend
We burnt the plains we'll burn the sphere
You'll burn up in the atmosphere
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14. |
Tipping Point
01:30
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And so we march
Backwards in history
Straight into
Our scariest memory
And so we swim
Over the waterfall
What was dystopic then
Is now engulfing all
As we devolve
Into our ancestries
They express
Their ugliest tendencies
And so we dive
Into the whirlpool
What was a reasoned calm
Is now a raging fool
And so we heave
Over the tipping point
You can't tip back
Over the tipping point
And so we race
Over the marble cliffs
And leave behind
Only our garbled glyphs
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15. |
SORRY
03:17
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Oh my baby
I’m so happy
You draw skies blue
You draw suns gold
You draw grass green
You draw clouds white
You saw beaches
You swam in waves
It’s too late to
Blame my own dad
For the world
Now it’s my bad >
What do I tell
Heather Rose
With her precious
Little toes
What do I tell
My sweet daughter
Dying oceans
Poison water
Global warming
Nuclear threat
Savage storming
Credit card debt }}
Will she blame me
What did I do?
Will she shame me
What could I do?
Predatory
Men in pickups
Scary enough to
Kill your hiccups
Rich get richer
Poor get horror
Wall street monsters
Give no quarter
They hate brown skin
They hate black skin
They hate all skin
That isn’t pig skin }}
They hate countries
They hate cities
They probably e-
-ven hate kitties
I never told you
What a war is
Afraid you’d ask me
Why we do this
Environmental
Deregulation
Wall Street Banking
Deregulation
They all poop in
Nature’s garden
Fewer rules than
Kindergarten }}
All your toys are
Made of oil
Their packaging goes
Into the soil
Will your best friends
be deported
When their parents
are reported
Will your teachers
Get arrested
Will your classmates
Get molested
Will your children
Get what you had
Mommy daddy
Kitty iPad
What do I do
Heather Rose
What do I tell
Heather Rose
What do I do
Heather Rose
What do I tell
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose }}
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Rose
I’m so sorry
Heather Ro-ose
You deserve a
per fect world
I’m so sorry
Heather Ro-ose
This is no place
for a nice girl
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