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Matt:
Everything is fucked up
But you can just get fucked
So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die
Find someone to fuck
Make sure you don't get fucked
Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry
Rook:
When you grow up you earn a lot about living
And while it's true that the universe is unforgiving
Table your misgivings, let your wonderment blossom
Cuz the truth is being a grown up is totally fucking awesome
We play possum with the facts, but it's agreed
That you can have whatever you want, satisfaction guaranteed
And while you don't like it now you'll spend a lot of time thinking
About girls or boys instead of toys and massive quantities of drinking
Billy:
Listen up kids, call me Mr. The Fridge
I'm your substitute teacher and it is what it is
We all grow up, can't be a kid forever
Even Peter Pan said good bye to Never-never Land
Damn, think I could borrow sixty bucks?
I know a girl who let's me tink her if I bring her pixie dust (Ew!)
Kiddies trust if you think you like Caprisun
Wait until they sell you umbrella drinks with peach rum
Klop:
Go be a beach bum or hitchhike to Vegas
And never take shit from anyone who thinks they're the greatest
Cuz to a certain extent, everyone's an imposter
We all let others drown to keep our heads above water
Everything dies and shit won't grow back
Things you love will make you cry, you should so know that
But don't hold back. Check your sources,
Know the facts. You can't change a god damned thing so, you know, relax
Matt:
Everything is fucked up
But you can just get fucked
So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die
Find someone to fuck
Make sure you don't get fucked
Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry
Klop:
Yeah alright, everything sucks, but it's kinda okay
Because you make your own luck at the end of the day
But remember, everything that feels good has a price
Still everything worth doing's worth doing at least twice
And that means vice. Don't miss what the world has to offer
Pay well for your drugs and match your liquor with water
Figured I ought to give your something that's useful
Cuz whatever people tell you almost none of it's truthful
Billy:
Life's fucked, you little bastards'll see
They'll charge you out the ass for a master's degree
After the fees and the books and major expenses
You'll shoot porn in your dorm just to pay for your pencils
"What're pencils?" Fuck you kids and your tablets
Screen-fingering addicts developing habit
So have at it, grow old, be an adult
Where you can get drunk before you do what you're told
Rook:
Use your best judgement...oh fuck it, go crazy!
Be a hedonist or selfish prick or totally lazy
Guzzle soda, crunch candy, and fondle your junk,
Learn about shit on the internet, or just fake the funk
Because lying is easy and we do it on the daily
To win friends and cash and fuck the cute chick with the ukulele
Pick your nose, watch too much TV, play every video game
Adulthood is the tits and childhood is fucking lame
Matt:
Everything is fucked up
But you can just get fucked
So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die
Find someone to fuck
Make sure you don't get fucked
Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry
Everything is fucked up
But you can just get fucked
So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die
Find someone to fuck
Make sure you don't get fucked
Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry
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2. |
Candy Man Interlude
00:21
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3. |
Soul Custody
03:22
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You know me, I could be your best friend
Makin’ dreams come true from the eastside to the west end
But perhaps an introduction’s in order,
Some see me as sinister, but I’m a simple soul sorter.
They paint me as the bad guy, guile incarnate
Horned and mustachioed, styled in scarlet
As you can see, I’m quite well-dressed and kempt,
Clean-shaven and I write off the rest as contempt
They got it out for me, but that’s neither here nor there
They’re the ones who made this world neither clear nor fair.
And evil? I wouldn’t go quite that far,
I don’t claim to be faultless, but we are who we are.
And all I’m here do is make your dreams a reality
You wanna fly? Let me take care of gravity.
Fame, power, sex? You want it then have it, see
I’m here for you, to assist in your depravity.
[hook]
I'm about to offer you the greatest deal in the world
Why just imagine: Rich, better looking
More powerful, number one, so rich, more
I'm about to offer you the greatest deal in the world
Here's your chance. You have a choice!
I believe that I had found the answer: Yes
Now let me level with you, it’s a two-way street
You get whatever grips you, but the loot ain’t free
If I’ma give you the world, I best be seeing returns:
The promise of your soul before this meeting adjourns
One-time deal, so you can take or leave it
Offer so real you couldn’t make believe it
You got the rest of your life before the payment’s due
…It’s like no money down ‘til you're through
It’s always up to you, you could plot the devout route
Or you can go through me and get your lot without doubt
But, candy or rock whether or not you found out
It might taste sweet but it’ll rot your mouth out
The paperwork’s drawn up here on the desk
So if you’re up for the deal, let’s endorse the check
Now, while it might not be as diabolical as mine
I’ma need your signature right here on this dotted line
[hook]
You made a big decision here today, my friend.
The smart one, too, and that I commend.
But why so worried, it’s not like you’re the first
A lot of clients ended up accepting the curse
That kid Nic from Genoa, used to play on the street
Plucked a mandolin so his family could eat
Just seven years old when he made the trade
Best damned fiddler to this day to play.
And Little Robert Dusty from Robinsonville
He was always awful trusty and honest until
That late night by old Will Dockery’s plantation
When we bartered for that musical incantation
And fair warning: after this visit’s conclusion
You’ll convince yourself that I was just a vivid delusion
And in time, my memory will fade to a rumor
But I’ll be back to collect, later or sooner
[hook]
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4. |
Duck & Cover
03:49
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It is an awful responsibility which has come to us
We thank god that it has come to us
He looked at his hands
And not to our enemies
His hands were dirty
And we pray that he may guide us to use it
In his ways
And for his purposes
We have spent more than two billion dollars
On the greatest scientific gamble in history
And we have won
It's too early yet to tell what effect the atomic bomb will have on Japanese morale
And if we may have to destroy four or five cities before they actually believe we have such a bomb
I made the run
Let the bomb go
That was my greatest thrill
It was fun to watch
This explosion is one of the most beautiful sights ever seen by man
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
In times like these
Most men become highly suggestable
They listen eagerly for any voice which sounds authoritative
Let us build a bomb
The United States of American should immediately begin construction of the H bomb
I feel we must make the H bomb
It's my personal opinion that we should manufacture the H bomb in quantity
I wouldn't worry nearly as much about the atom bomb if it were to kill you right out
What scares me is that awful gas the deforms you
We have developed scientifically
Much more than we are capable of handling
Emotionally
And intellectually
All the world knows we Americans are construction not destructive
Or course there are risks if we are not vigilant
But we do not have to be hysterical
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
It is suggested that everyone remain indoors until further notice
There is no danger
Don't worry about yourselves
You'll be okay
We must be ready everyday
All the time
Well I guess there's nothing for us to worry about
We're the one that have the bomb
It's a bomb duck and cover
5 4 3 2 1
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5. |
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Klop:
I used to have a normal life, but it's a pitiful sign
That now I can't have a thought and not commit it to rhyme
I can't not rock a spot if I'm given a mic
And if a cypher breaks out, yeah I'm spitting some rhymes
I really did it this time, I done fucked up my life
Cuz I can't make it through the week without rocking a mic
I need a lyrics fix, so fuck appearances
I made it here, it's just, I'm kinda wanting to write
But I don't need that shit anymore
Laying in the gutter strung out on some metaphors
Man, that's the old me and I ready to call it quits
But I keep falling off, I'll tell you what the problem is
People hear me do it, tell me I should do it some more
'Til my fluids pouring to the floor, then cue the remorse
These enablers are adding to my mountain of pain
Cuz every time I rap they be shouting my name
Messiah:
You see I gave it up once, but it wasn't for me
so keep it moving, push along, nothing to see
I mean, sure relationships unravel and such
Because I don't make hits and I travel too much
And I'm scratching and I'm clawing and I'm paddling up
And impossible river just like your average duck
Yeah, you know, I quack when I suck
But I'll never give up the sound of the magical stuff
I mean, think about the way it hits your eardrum
The way it satiates the place you hear from
Think about that feel when the tears come
And this world ain't so lonely and fearsome
Um...where was I? YOLO, Just Do It, and bonsai
Ahead of the game, not one of those numb guys
I could quit whenever I want now
Yo, check it out, look at this thumb drive...
Tribe:
I've been clean for about a year and a half now
I no longer want the audience cheering and clap sounds
I've quieted the beats I used to hear in the background
And I'm happy. No really, I'm serious. Rap's out of my life
Oh god, I live a lie when out in public
And the only way that I survive is writing rhymes about the subject
Anytime when I'm in private I just lust to clutch the microphone
And be the me that no one sees when I'm alone inside my home
I keep the doors locked when visitors come
And I hold my breath as they test the doorknob and jiggle it some
And then eventually they storm of thinking I'm scum
And they're right, I'm a poor slob and this isn't fun
("Niles, come on") No I'm not done, don't talk! Just listen for once
I've tried everything to ward off my addiction to drums
One time I chewed a whole box of nicotine gum
But it didn't change the way it rolls off the tip of my tongue
And there's no stopping it when it's begun...
Fiending for a microphone
Addiction I cannot kick on my own, I need some help
Blazing microphones a habit
At least once during the course of a day, it's automatic
I fiend for a microphone, like heroin
At night the open mic be inviting me to rhyme
Give me a stage and a mic and a mix
I need a fix
Even one who knows the dangers may become addicted before he realizes it
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Both:
Look at me, I'm a taxicab driver
Go down the street scope potential riders
Hey girl, where you going? What's up dude?
I'll take you there if you got that loot
Yo you checking me, I'm just a taxicab driver
I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva
Yo bot, Just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones together
Billy:
Cash, hash, or gash, you won't ride pro bono
Looking for a fare so I don't roll solo
Mess with my money I'll be one cold robo
I need that big tip in my hand, no homo
Hit the strip, pick up the girls from the go-go
They tip big but kid, this could go slow so
I side gig delivering candygrams "Ho ho!
Four for you, yo you go Glen Coco"
Know what I mean girls? Hit it like fast forward
Pick up a business bot, A Class boarder
I speed to SeaTac air transporter
Cheapskate pays exact to the last quarter
So fuck him, I buck him to the curb
Looking for the pedestrian to disturb
Hey you, you need a ride? Hop in, word
Cash over credits payment is preferred
To the south end, the I-5 corridor
Turn on some radio tunes I'm sorta bored
It's that Supercommuter, 10th Gen
I kinda wish these partybots were my best friends
For a second, then I'm checking for the clients
I'm programmed to go ham, no defiance
Sometimes I wish I was a household appliance
A stay-at-home-bot, I could dabble in science
Alas, I gotta reboot my pipe dreams
At least I'm no fridgebot slinging ice creams
On my dash I've accumulated nice things
I got a pair of fuzzy dice and some flight wings
And the night brings brand new passengers
To drunk to drive, be sure to fasten your seatbelt
Need help? I'll be patient.
Some bots can't handle their lubrication
To the station, gotta refuel the taxi
Damnit, that bot blew bolts in my backseat
Both:
Look at me, I'm a taxicab driver
Go down the street scope potential riders
Hey girl, where you going? What's up dude?
I'll take you there if you got that loot
Yo you checking me, I'm just a taxicab driver
I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva
Yo bot, Just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones together
Klop:
It's been a quiet night, ain't had a fare in a minute
Got that compliant ride, and it's apparent I've been at this since the beginning
When citizens admitted the distance from barren to prison
With innocence impairing their vision
Decisions inhibiting profiteering ambition
Mandating efficiency, crippling paradise visions
For all the oil barons and baronesses and mistresses
This is just, the price of progress but I share their misgivings
It's not like there was much care and precision given
To such an industry despairing decision
Just one fell swoop it took to tear this incision
And no one cares to repair the glaring divisions
But the impulse for progression has catapulted convention
To a new renaissance of resulting inventions
New upgrade each week assaulting the senses
Whether motion detection or sonic pulsion ascension
Some new combustionless engine, yeah I could do with that junk
Head to Karl's, see what the newest pack runs
Hooks me up with a set of propulsion blast drums
Then I pull out the bay bumping some Ultraklystron
got the purple Krylon applied on the stacks
Turtle brand wax shine on the hack
Pick up a couple cylons that pile on in back
Forget these bygones, man my job is wack
Now I need an energy renewal
Dirty bots siphoned off thirty liters of fuel
New energy source, let's get this beater retooled
If I wanna do work then I need these Joules
Be cool, it's just part of the gig
Keeping up with the gadgets to install in the rig
Gotta go all in before the wallet gets thick
But I'ma make it some day and be balling with this
Both:
I'm never gonna make it bot I hate it out here
I'll swallow my fear then I'll step up and I'll take it someday
I'll step up and I'll take it someday
Someday
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Beefy:
Welcome to the wild Northwest
Kill a sasquatch and a cougar in the mountains make a bulletproof vest
And saying, "Howdy, how you doing?" Yeah you see me around
On every single wanted poster plastered all over town
Misunderstandings they can happen with the best of intentions
Don't wanna rob you, I need a couple bucks for my best friends
They got expensive habits—Don't you look at my face!
If any of you move a muscle, I'll blow up this whole bank!
I hit the trail and the nights were cold, days were longer by the second
Right when I knew where I was going, they went and changed directions
Swear my heat can take a half a dozen with me
Cause if I feel I've been beaten I don't want nobody else to see me
I'm a monolith, a scourge on the scene
Committing acts of violence the microphone's never seen
And likely never will again. The rough and rowdy gentleman
A king out in this desert while you city slickers play pretend
They walked with the sun
Through the lawless frontier
And slept with the moon
Both honest men and criminals
The first man they look for
And the last they want to meet
They walked with the sun
Through the lawless frontier
And slept with the moon
Both honest men and criminals
Their footprints covered the land
I'm that man
Klop:
Haven't seen the city in a few long months
I like it gritty, but it's pretty hard to move on once
You got a family to feed and a brand to achieve
It's a sham, we do the manly duty, can we succeed?
Sometimes at night I catch a glimpse on the horizon behind me
An emerald reflection in the sky trying to find me
A lot of yellow bricks between this town and home
A lot of miles missed, since I found shalom
I used to roam those roads, nowadays don't go so close
Kicking it in solo mode, thinking how I won't go pro
Only you don't know though, lingering ghosts don't last
And it's hard to turn around when headwinds blow so fast
Bartenders, they be my closest confidants
I think they're intrigued by my corrosive nonchalance
The verbosest entourage, it's a solo affair
But sometimes I get to thinking they don't know that I'm there
They walked with the sun
Through the lawless frontier
And slept with the moon
Both honest men and criminals
The first man they look for
And the last they want to meet
They walked with the sun
Through the lawless frontier
And slept with the moon
Both honest men and criminals
Their footprints covered the land
I'm that man
Rook:
Silver bullets in the chamber, unsubtle mindchanger
Danger is a wayward stranger
Nerdlinger, gunslinger, two fingers and a thumb cocked
Wielding words like weapons, bars that bang away like buckshot
Roughshod, saddle straddling the mustang
Pistoleer of poetry I'm pretty when I cuss, dang
No thang, just draw, point, fire
Writing symphonies in blood of infamy, gun for hire
Put MCs in the Boot Hill dirt to make my name
That's the game at high noon, but now there's gunmetal in my mane
Silverback killer riding high on that steel horse
Tip too many and I'm ready, see you and your soul divorced
Father Time adding weight to my sentence
Try to exorcise the devil in delivery, but no repentance
Desperado bravado can't cut the cost incurred
Epistolero; live by the word, die by the word
They walked with the sun
Through the lawless frontier
And slept with the moon
Both honest men and criminals
The first man they look for
And the last they want to meet
They walked with the sun
Through the lawless frontier
And slept with the moon
Both honest men and criminals
Their footprints covered the land
I'm that man
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8. |
Don't Call Me
04:22
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Don't try to call me, don't leave a message
It's three in the morning and you're drunk dialing questions
Banging on the ear drums, guess who's listening to you get
through another jabber-jaw session
I hit the pillow kinda high feeling mellow
Worked all day body obviously Jell-o, but
Hello, can't even roll into the REM state
Cell phone resonate, you need a friend to ventilate
Fuck, can't it wait? I just got comfortable
Just got the pillows how I like it and it's wonderful
I lied, there's only one obstacle
To make it all justified in my eyes accountable, so...
You call me in the daytime
I'll laugh and nod and smile and shake my head
But don't call me at three in the morning
Unless you're dealing with the living dead, I said
Don't call unless it's zombies
Don't wake me up unless it's finally true
You wanna talk about your boyfriend and his friends, that's cool
If they're not scratching at your door, then save it for the afternoon
I wanna hear you say you need me around
I wanna hear the chainsaws in the background
I wanna hear you saying that the dead are alive,
You need me to survive, I'll come along for the ride
Really, it better be a full on invasion,
Damn cutes not a valid open invitation to
Anytime minutes to moan, bitch, and cuss
I need dead tissue and guts, infected cuts
It's not much, but I do have my reasons
Been pretty damn busy all evening
I'm not talking feelings, I'm gonna lay low
Unless skin's peeling off like it's Play-Doh...
You call me in the daytime
I'll laugh and nod and smile and shake my head
But don't call me at three in the morning
Unless you're dealing with the living dead, I said
Don't call unless it's zombies
Don't wake me up unless it's finally true
You wanna talk about your girlfriend and her friends, that's cool
If they're not scratching at your door, then save it for the afternoon
Don't call late unless a blatant case of brain rot
Makes your dad grab your mom and bite until her veins pop
And don't call at a quarter to four unless
Tie dye gore stains are dripping down your tanktop
Over lunch, we can talk about the issues,
Who you hate date and table waiting in your new shoes
Rent due, plus science and the news, no
Voodoo, swine flu, radiated toxic goop,
Instead I'm up and it's the same old nonsense
Same old content, same old problems
Think twice if you're dialing my phone
If you can't see a zombie, then leave me the fuck alone
You call me in the daytime
I'll laugh and nod and smile and shake my head
But don't call me at three in the morning
Unless you're dealing with the living dead, I said
Don't call unless it's zombies
Don't wake me up unless it's finally true
You wanna talk about your boyfriend and girlfriends, that's cool
If they're not scratching at your door, then save it for the afternoon
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Lex:
I know I'm trapped right here for now
So I roll one up and lose myself
Going lightspeed lightyears away
But the running really ain't much help
Sparking my third today
Hard to fight the urge today
To just say
Fuck it
And I don't know
Why's the night so long
No I don't know
Why do I feel so alone
I don't know
Will they miss me when I'm gone
Or am I wrong
and there's nothing?
I just wanna smoke and vibe to the music
I just wanna smoke and ride to the future
I just wanna smoke and fly away from here
All this windy funk and this crashing rain I can't stay here
I just wanna smoke and vibe to the music
I just wanna smoke and ride to the future
I just wanna smoke and fly away from here
All this windy funk and this crashing rain I can't stay here no more
I know I'm in low gear for now
But the battle's always been up hill
And all these claustrophobic days
Have always been a test of will
Lost count of the herb today
Smoked so much that I couldn't say
I just blazed
Fuck it, man fuck it
And I don't know
Why's the night so long
No I don't know
Why do I feel so alone
I don't know
Will they miss me when I'm gone
Or am I wrong
and there's nothing?
I just wanna smoke and vibe to the music
I just wanna smoke and ride to the future
I just wanna smoke and fly away from here
All this windy funk and this crashing rain I can't stay here
I just wanna smoke and vibe to the music
I just wanna smoke and ride to the future
I just wanna smoke and fly away from here
All this windy funk and this crashing rain I can't stay here no more
Klop:
I'm part homebody and part wayfarer
They say prayers to allay their misplaced terror
I stay where the shame snare remains. There're
many paths the same error
What I want, who I am, are both adrift and aground
Cuz the thoughts that I have live amid crippling doubt
And as squad turns to fam, it's a dwindling crowd
Cuz I stopped giving damns about who thinks that I'm down.
Consider it now, the march of time is relentless
And there's nothing them or I can try to prevent this
We can squint at sky or get high, it's all senseless
Just an attempt get less restless. It's endless
There's no escape from this place we abide
Some have made it off this rock, come back down, and survived
And terminal insignificance is all they describe
Cuz no one makes it out alive
Lex:
I just wanna smoke and vibe to the music
I just wanna smoke and ride to the future
I just wanna smoke and fly away from here
All this windy funk and this crashing rain I can't stay here
I just wanna smoke and vibe to the music
I just wanna smoke and ride to the future
I just wanna smoke and fly away from here
All this windy funk and this crashing rain I can't stay here no more
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10. |
Outro
03:53
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Klopfenpop is a genre-agnostic composer, writer, multi-instrumentalist, and producer from the Pacific Northwest.
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