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Ominous Numinous
02:03
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Lyrics:
Ominous Numinous sitting at my desk
He’s leering and he’s luminous sitting on my chest
I try to make my elbow bend
Ominous Numinous says he’s my best friend
Ominous Numinous paralyzing me
Completely dubious that he’ll set me free
I try to know he’s just a dream
Ominous Numinous, why can’t you let me scream?
Unzips the teeth out of my jaw
Sucks the air out of my maw
The sheets are cling wrap on my skin
A growing horror from within
My bed is a sarcophagus and I can’t move a thing
Grinning down on me
Way beyond nervousness. He won’t set me free
Somebody please shake me awake
Ominous Numinous, what are you trying to take?
The pillow chokes me from behind
I know that it’s all in my mind
And yet I’m caught here paralyzed
by my something deep inside
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Hits This Sith Shit
04:23
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Lyrics:
Commander Jerjerrod,
today he really wanted to quit
but now he’s back in his cabin.
It’s a nice one, it’s totally legit.
He’s dispensing with the pleasantries again
and he’s getting down
getting right down to it.
Because now his shift is over.
It’s his time,
and he hits this Sith shit.
He’s stealing a moment
Got some time alone
He knows he’s a human being
and probably not a clone
Sure it ain’t the Force.
He isn’t one of those guys.
But it’s still a pretty good life
for this military man in charge of this station.
It’s like a small moon!
Management comes sniffing around sometimes
but he loves his Modal Nodes discs
sits back with his cans on
and hits this Sith shit
He’s living his best life
compensated well, respectably employed
On the nights he gets a good sleep
He dreams that he’s a droid.
Here it comes. Here it comes.
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3. |
No Idea
03:29
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Lyrics:
You like to think you’ve solved it all
but I tell you man, you’re way too small
Tell you man, you got no idea
Hey there man, you got no idea
You like to think that there’s a plan
You like to think you understand
Tell you man, you got no idea
Can’t compute, got no idea
Heard a story told you what to be
Well here’s another story and it’s all for me
Tell you man, we got no idea
Ain’t nobody got no idea
Pain and joy and true true love
Chemicals or God above?
Hey there man you got no idea
Way too small got no idea
It’s all there in black and white
Can we know if it’s wrong or right?
Tell you man, got no idea
Ain’t nobody got no idea
Can’t see it all, got no idea
Ain’t nobody got no idea
All that we thought we knew, what we know now
All of it flowing from “I don’t know how”
Stories told to us when we’re in our youth
presented to us as the truth
Don’t believe everything you think you know is true
Just get up and do what you’re gonna do
Was it Newton or was it Eve
Learned the most from the apple tree?
Tell you man, we got no idea
Ain’t none of us got no idea
Was there even a tree at all?
And which one had the biggest fall
It’s all the same, you got no idea
No no no no no idea
ain’t nobody got no idea
Tell you man, you got no idea
What we know now grows from what we knew then
Millions of branches of “we’re wrong again”
Some keep on looking and some settle in
but none of us knows where it ends
Don’t get too hung up on what you’ve been told to see
Just get up and be what you’re gonna be
See an apple tree and I know it’s real
and I pretty much know how it makes me feel
Then I realize I got no idea
No no no, no idea
Ain’t nobody got no idea
Tell you man, we got no idea
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Unsolicited Dick
02:12
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Lyrics:
That notion up there in your head
man, kick it out quick
Don’t matter if you’re hot shit
Don’t matter if it’s thick
Don’t matter if you think it’s sexy, funny, no big deal,
or if you’ll get away with it
No one wants to see your unsolicited dick
Just take a sec to stop and think
Do you really need to whip out your dink?
No no no no no
No one wants to see it
No no no no no -- no no no
Go flirt and talk and charm and dance
but for now try to keep your thing in your pants
Don’t matter if you’re fine with a lady coming on to you
and showing you her tits
No one wants to see your unsolicited dick
Yeah, no one wants to see your unsolicited dick
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Bill Beedle
03:33
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Lyrics:
What happened here ain’t complicated
Bill Beedle wound up exsanguinated.
Falling down from too much bourbon
or was it scotch? Not really certain.
Was there a burn hole in the carpet
next to his hand with a cigar butt?
Some people say it was a homicide
but more than likely Bill Beedle died
from falling down drunk again.
Head hit the table, a sudden end.
Bill Beedle’s body lied there dozing
over the weekend decomposing.
His younger lover, Jennifer Hart,
cleared of suspicion. She made a new start.
(she’s gorgeous!)
Love is a many splendored thing.
Two weeks later, Jen’s leading man
was on a boat and drunk again.
He and his walkin’ buddy, they had a fight
that woke his wife up late on that night.
Some people say it was a homicide
but more than likely she simply died
by falling drunk into the sea.
Coincidence or conspiracy?
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Alexia
04:06
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Lyrics:
Alexia, Alexia I just wanna sit next to ya
Crack the code that folds around your brain
Alexia, Alexia I just wanna swap text with ya
But you hit send from your own astral plane
Kanji and emoji, whorls and fractal blooms
Interrobangs and asterisks are swirling through the room
shining out at angles and escaping
It’s a weird geometry, curly Qs and runes
Petroglyphs or hieroglyphs, it’s all a jumbled tune.
I can’t ken a single thing you’re saying
Alexia, Alexia I just wanna sit next to ya
Crack the code that folds around your brain
Gibberish and non sequiturs, a language from a planet
orbiting a star that sits here only as a metaphor
Subjects hang and predicates are waiting
You’re sending out a file that’s corrupted in sections
All of it uncatalogued or riddled with infections
Is it what I hear or how you say it?
Alexia, Alexia I just wanna sit next to ya
Alexia, Alexia
(I think you know what you said
but I don’t know what I heard You think you know what you said
I think you know what you said but you don’t know what I heard)
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