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Studio Apartment
03:16
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(Keys rattle, and a door creaks open...) So… this is my place. It’s pretty cozy. Over there is my kitchen… yeah, and then right over here is my bed… Sorry that it’s a bit messy, you know I wasn’t expecting any guests *awkward chuckle* It gets a bit cold in the winter *longer pause* I don’t know why I told you that. Anyways... over there are my plants. I gave them names: this one’s Gregory... Persephone... Evangeline... Artyem... that one’s Utah.
This is Boy Crazy, here to take you on a journey: of love, fear hate passion. So buckle up, and prepare yourself, for what is to come.
1,2,3,4!
All my pots and pans are on the floor ‘cause my landlord still hasn’t fixed the leaky roof. My sheet pans they don't fit the oven and my burners are all crooked, how am I going to make dinner? The walls are so thin I can hear all the things that my neighbors do, especially the raucous coitus...
The laundry still takes quarters and the bank’s already closed…
Does anybody have any quarters?
Livin’ like I’ve always been told to.
Livin’ like I’ve always been told to.
Guess it could be worse…
Well, it's close to public transit and right near where I work. There's almost enough room in here for the things I can't afford, but still not enough for the things that I can. I guess the neighbors are nice, in spite of their insatiable appetites.
I guess the rent’s okay!
Livin’ like I’ve always been told to.
Takin’ from the hats won’t save you.
Guess it could be worse…
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Competition
03:55
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Paycheck after paycheck, bill after bill
The only thing that can distract me
is what’s happening on the hill
They promised lower taxes, and to save my dying job
Now they’re drinking champagne
And my rent keeps going up
I'm finding out it's all a competition
What more can I sell, what more can I buy?
I don’t care who its from and I don’t care why.
If it’s not on Amazon how good could it be?
I’ll look the other way so long as shipping’s free
Paycheck after paycheck, bill after bill
I’ll throw anyone under the bus
Just to get my fill
Call me a class traitor, call me what you will
I don't need to listen
cuz you're at the bottom of the hill
I'm finding out it's all a competition
What more can I sell, what more can I buy?
I don’t care who its from and I don’t care why.
If it’s not on Amazon how good could it be?
I’ll look the other way so long as shipping’s free
It’s a bull market so I sold my soul to the lowest bidder
And I climbed my way to the bottom rung to get a closer look at the competition
It’s a bear market so I try to buy back all I’ve sold
And this corporate America’s got its boot on my neck
But I like it
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3. |
Lily Pad Daydream
04:07
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Jumpin’ out, hit the scene --
feelin’ hot, oh baby you know what I mean.
Play the game, catchin’ eyes --
we do it every night, but I can not say why
I just want a little space -- too much --
a little time -- enough --
a little love -- it’s such
a total waste to be
completely in between
you and a brand new me
The siren call drifts on in my head,
pulls me along the cool riverbed.
This raft it feels like I’m homebound.
Just keep me off of solid ground.
The siren call drifts on in my head,
pulls me along the cool riverbed.
This raft it’s takin’ me home now.
Carefree float, kickin back,
so content -- ain’t nothin I could think to lack --
Just hang on, stay afloat,
I guess one day all go the way of the pay phone
Wait there’s not enough space,
don’t have too much time,
don’t say such is life.
These legs they will fight --
gotta stay in the light --
kick, claw, scratch and bite.
The siren call drifts on in my head,
pulls me along the cool riverbed.
This raft it feels like I’m homebound.
Just keep me off of solid ground.
The siren call drifts on in my head,
pulls me along the cool riverbed.
This raft it’s takin’ me home now.
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4. |
Rainy Day
02:39
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I woke up on that morning, couldn't believe what I was seeing
The whole world around me had turned into a dream
The giants they were burning, and the oceans were jumping from the sea
Then the man came on the TV:
and shouted it's okay.
He said that it’s okay,
but it's not okay
I fell asleep on that same night, couldn't believe what I was seeing
The old world that I once knew was once again in my dreams.
The kings and queens of the prairie were once again on their epic journey.
And the savage ursine lord of the north still had ice beneath his feet.
Then the radio woke me up
and I heard the expert say:
She said that it’s too late...
She said it’s too late...
Oh, but I don’t think it’s too late.
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