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Narrative
01:24
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Trying to form a narrative
To order the lives in which we live
Trying to form a narrative
But there's no narrative
So what do we do with it?
How do we tell it?
If there's no narrative
Then how should we do this?
Start at the beginning, go to the end, and stop
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Everyone's a lot more ordinary than they think they are
No one's as strong or as weak as they think they are
We all just ended up here
May as well make the most of it
I could love New York City
But I love Ypsilanti too
I could be someone else
But someone else ain't got you
I wanna be the man that I think you think I am
I wanna be the man that I think I think I can be
But I'm not as strong as I think
But I'm also not as weak
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#nothingsforeverdude
02:14
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Taking a shower in a cold Brooklyn apartment
Window down, January air blowing past my beer
After wandering around by myself all morning
Drunk and aimless, amazed by the crazy world we get to live in
Where I can get my beard felt up by inebriated lesbians
Sing karaoke loudly, my arm around some old man
Blow all of my money and forget myself for just a little bit
Share heartfelt words with a stranger who's waiting in line with me to piss
He's from Pennsylvania but his brother's here in Brooklyn
He always says he's gonna move here for good but he's got forces pulling back at him
And maybe he's getting a little bit too old for dreams and chasing after them
And you know what? Maybe I am too
But seriously, what kind of two story McDonald's has a single fucking bathroom?
I hope I'm never too old to remember the way I feel right now
Nothing's forever but a moment can last it
Nothing's forever but a moment can last
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Primitive Times
02:20
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I was made for more primitive times
Can't keep up with friends, I need a tribe
Some people to stay with me until I die
Won't you stay with me until I die?
I gotta know you'll be around
When we look out over our kingdom
This garbage island in a growing ocean
The trash we turned into treasure
And the things that we did together
When we look out over our lives
And try to force it all into a story
We start to wonder what we're supposed to be doing
We start to wonder what we're supposed to be doing
Well I've been thinking
And I think that that one's easy
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Let's be honest, all I wanna do with my whole life
Is hang out with my friends, make music, stay up late at night
Get fucked as much as possible and fuck as much as we can
The whole world's a shitshow, freestyle or learn the dance
I don't believe anything matters
And I believe that's fine
I don't believe anything matters
But I believe I'm drinking tonight
I'm saving up until I can pay my way back to the blue and maize
For six hundred and eighty days
And then I'll get like seven thousand eight hundred blah blah blah more days
Of living in blank space, the many years of loan pay-
Ments added to the top of the years I've already
For a piece of paper that proves I can put up with the ennui
A life of hoop jumping, obeying orders, and debt slavery
For a shiny fucking degree
Oh, lucky me!
I don't believe anything matters
And I believe that's fine
I don't believe anything matters
Except for you and me, and our families
Our friends and the songs we sing
The love we share and the vibes we bring
And also maybe pizza
Watching Bill O'Reilly
I realized some things about me
I'm nothing like Bill O'Reilly
And he's nothing like me
Watching Bill O'Reilly
I realized some things about Bill O'Reilly
He takes this whole existing thing
Way more seriously than I could ever imagine
Is this how life is to the masses?
Some kind of war to be cultural champions?
Trying to tell everyone what to do?
Or pretending people have some sort of meaning
A purpose toward which we're supposed to be working
You've gotta be fucking joking
We're just dancing until they turn off all the lights
Nothing matters and that's fine
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(Lyrics by Kate Nash)
How could you let her touch you in a place you didn't want touched?
How could you let her get so close to you that she could kiss your neck?
And kiss it gently, and kiss it gently
And kiss is gently
How could you take her number from her when you met her in that bar?
How could you offer her a drink and then the front seat of your car?
And kiss her gently, and kiss her gently
And kiss her hard
How could you lie to me? Lie to my face
How come your best friend's ex-girlfriend's mom and sister's mate knew before I did?
How could you string me on for so long, for just over eleven months?
How could I be so stupid and so blind? You'd think I'd have a hunch
About this anyway, about this whole thing
About this girl
I thought that it was just a phase, you were so distant and so cold
I thought that it was just your rage, and the fear of getting old
You were different, you acted different
You were impatient
How could you lie to me? Lie to my face
How come your best friend's ex-girlfriend's mom and sister's mate knew before I did?
So when you run into the eye of the storm
Take it around the back, you better hit the floor because screaming
"No, I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore"
Until your eyes and your mouth is sore
Doesn't help anyone, doesn't do any good
But you'd do something else if you only could
And I wish I could grow up, I wish I could be well-behaved
But every time I look you in the eye I send you to the grave
And that pretty pretty girl
With her nice, big lips
With your eyes on her chest
And your hands on her hips
This itch, this burn, this pain, this draining
Feeling turns out needs a cream to
Help it go away so thanks for
Leaving me the gift you gave and
No, I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore
I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore
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I drive by the cemetar-y twice a day
I don't have to, I'm just holding out hope for them to take my breath away
It don't seem that strange
After all there's a garbage island
And it floats around the ocean
And there's gotta be somebody
Living on top of it
And maybe they live something like the way that we wish we did
Peacefully, happily, gratefully, optimistic
Responsibility free from the follies of this fucking planet
Let's be honest, if you had the chance you'd probably take it
To say, "Thanks for the offer, but I refuse
Come back when you've got something I can use"
So do you think there's an honest way out of the world that doesn't want us but doesn't want us to leave?
They just want my body, my blood, sweat, tears, and money
We're all fucked
And if I'm going out, I'm going out due to luck
Or fate, or faith, or something
Something I don't believe in
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Last Will and Excrement
02:35
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When I die I want all of my remaining friends
To carry me up a mountain
And then they can say some words if they want
Or they can not, I won't care
But then I want them to leave
I want them to party like it's last year's Halloween
While the eagles eat me
When I die I want all of my remaining friends
To carry me up a mountain
I guess I better start working out or stop losing friends
But I want them to leave me there and leave
I want them to party hardy like it's two years ago New Year's Eve
While the eagles eat me
Oh how easy it is to be
And then return to being part of the thing that made you be
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Free Verse
01:39
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Start at the beginning
Figure out the theme, the pacing
The setting, the faces, the story
Then settle on a rhyme scheme
Start freestyling your way to the end
But we're at the end every second
And I'm obsessed with making it poetic
And you're so good at that, so let's shake on it
I'll be your tribesman if you're my tribesman
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