1. |
No More Poppycock
01:14
|
|||
|
No more poppycock
Not on the big rock
I just wanna have fun
I wanna be poppycock
I just wanna have fun
Doctor Johnny is the name of my pet lobster's vet
Fishing for lyrics to see what we get
Here comes serendipity on the internet
And I'm here for the free beer
Bevvy Teyems by day
Poppycock by night
I love you all so much
Even the quitters
And the horribly lazy
I just like getting new messages
I'm staying til the end
My version of Instagram doesn't let me leave chats
Uh Susie, you have to scroll to the top and click See Group Members and then scroll to the bottom and click leave chat
Leave chat
No more poppycock
No on the big rock
I just wanna have fun
I wanna be a poppycock cake walk
I just wanna have fun
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
Got another one...
Who in their right mind does this kinda shit
am I right?
And why send it to us like this
like we don't got enough on our plate already!
What kind of monster does this?
A fucking man eater that's what.
Look at the size of these bite marks.
Burnt to the bone in some places.
Sick in the head.
Chewed up to bits. I swear.
Blood stains on the carpet weep while the dresser sees the whole thing go down
from the corner of the room. Sad.
Attached to its back is a mirror.
You tried to look away didn't you?
Poor kid was bleeding so bad
you thought that it seemed more like a dream.
Didn't you?
A buried dream you try to forget.
A dream so real it's like a seed,
every time it rains you go outside
shovel in hand. Turns out you turn out the light!
just remember it's all a dream
just a big fucking dream.
It's ok it's over now.
Go back to what you were doing.
Our condolences to those who knew her best.
That's right. Inside your head.
I'm a thought inside a dream inside your mind
and now we're taking this shit
right over. Busting out on the scene.
Smoke fills the air while a traffic light
changes from green to a bloody red.
A feeling in the air like some Michael Jackson shit is about to go down.
Blood stains the street and we roll
on out to the next tip like water.
Just another day watching the numbers climb eh Leroy.
It's like a circus in this fucking city damn
i swear to god I'm gonna lose my mind. You know, If we don't win the fucking World Series this year I'm gonna really lose my head!!
I'm telling you...we got a chance this year.
This year, this year could be our year.
My cousin Tito has a metal plate in his left leg,
every time the Yankees win the damn thing starts vibrating like shit
Lately it's like the forth of fuckin July the guy can't stop complaining about his damn leg!
I'm telling you Lee...we're gonna get these sons a bitches
Sons of bitches who done it!
|
||||
3. |
On the Evening High
01:33
|
|||
|
On the evening high
On the morning low
On the evening high
On the morning low
Take a stroll through life
And the corners of mind
See the people I’ve been
And hold them for a while
On the evening high
On the morning low
On the evening high
On the morning low
Try not to always lie
And treat your neighbour alright
There’s a cosmic treat
On the other side
On the evening high
On the morning low
On the evening hiiiiiiiiigh
On the morning looooooow
|
||||
4. |
Going With the New One
01:53
|
|||
|
I don’t know what to do with my life right now
I just want to get my life together.
I just want to be able to do it and I don’t want to be able to do it anymore.
I don’t know what to do anymore I just want to be with you and I don’t want to be around you.
The way you are acting and you don’t want me around anymore I just don’t know how you are.
I’m just saying you need a new friend.
I’m sorry but you don’t have a new one.
I just got a new one so…
I’m going with the new one.
I think I have a new one but I don’t know if I can get it to work.
I’ll try it again later this week.
I’m going with the new one.
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Hurray! I'm getting a nose job
The doctors, they've had enough
of my complaining and my nagging
I can barely breathe, I'm so stuffed
They sent me to see a specialist
Now I'm at the top of their list
The best part - the nose cost nothing
'cause it came free with new tits
Woo! I'm getting a nose job!
For 20 years, I lived with brain fog
I'm anxious even when I sleep
My boyfriend said I'm a snorer
But I swore I made barely a peep
To prove it, I filmed myself sleeping
and then I heard how loud I'd been
Good thing the nose'll help my breathing
'cause these tits'll need oxygen
Woo! I'm getting a nose job!
How can I describe the exhaustion?
I sleep but don't sleep enough
And when I wake, I'm like a zombie
It feels like my brain is mush
The ENT gave me a CPAP machine
and told me don't sleep on your back
But with a new nose, I'll sleep how I want:
On my back with a double-D rack
Woo! I'm getting a nose job!
Hurray, I'm getting a nose job
I'll soon feel a sense of relief
I'll sleep and I won't snore at all anymore
'cause my new nose is turbinate-free
I won't sound like I'm drowning in ground beef
But if I do, it's just a bit
A new nose, new tits, a new lease on life
And my boyfriend paid for all of it!
Woo! I'm getting a nose job!
|
||||
The Famous Sandhogs Winnipeg, Manitoba
If you like The Famous Sandhogs, you may also like:
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art.
go to album
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast.
go to album
Phototherapy EP
by Fahim Rahman
A collection of twinkling bedroom folk-pop demos from Fahim Rahman that arcs from hushed intimacy to sweeping cinematic emotionality.
go to album
Wry songs from this Washington artist that recall the homespun charm of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Nippon Acid Folk 1970-1980
by Time Capsule
The experimental spirit permeating this collection of Japanese acid folk foreshadowed the arrivals of city pop, the psych revival, and folktronica.
go to album
Would the Light Hold Me
by Oceanique
Celtic-inspired instrumentation, delicate harmonies, and reflective lyrics abound on the sisterly indie-folk duo's debut album.
go to album
