1. |
Agnostically Yours
05:20
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Hello, Greetings and Salutations, etcetera
What’s up? How are you? How’s it going?
Let me begin and explain why I must refrain
We’ve mistakenly met months ago
I’ve no will to bore us by writing a chorus
or tattling foretellings tarot
Do re mi fa sol la si
No way efforting middle-c
Know there’s more fish in the sea
We’re irrelevantly irreverential
Questionably queer, quite indifferential
No figure, no form and no fault and no foul, no fidelity
Modest rhythms and rhymes, meager meters and iambs, but a memorable melody
My muse and my music, you barely make do
I progressed as planned to proceed impromptu
Thus is the score with acrostic decor
Agnostically yours
Hey hey, Hi hi, Yo yo, Yada yada
Good morning! Are you there? Good evening?
Before raising the curtain, one thing’s for certain
We’re too entangled to tango
This medium opus is pure Hocus Pocus
and paradoxic’lly Pierrot
Ode, maybe a hint of ci
So, I ‘fore we or to C?
OD on “whys” oversea
Ultra-evidently uninferential
We’re simply sincere and self-referential
No dice and no deal and no doubt and no duh, no dance of infernity
Dictated dilutions reduced resolutions, and remodelled my modernity
A final di-dicta: the first, forty two
And alas at long last, an ambivalent adieu
Thus ends our poor periphrastic detour
Agnostically yours
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2. |
Program Notes
01:52
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Rising from a rocky start and rolling out of bed
A figured bass to figure in but figured out instead
Pure prefixed persistent pulses botched by banal beats
Static lines with stoic signs, it r’(r)’ly just repeats
Program Notes notes notable notes
Notably notions of tone
Apropos notes, per Program Notes
Denotes no need be re-known
No hexachordal combinatoriality
Disordered diatonic scales my seriality
An autobiographic recitative manual
Au naturally articulate, it’s r’(r)’ly just dull
Program Notes notes notable notes
Notably mono in tone
Pro-prosed notes, per Program Notes
Connote so seeds can be sewn
Bass solo
Developed desultorily, derived on bubbling babbles
In decent decadent accents but on the wrong syllables
Cryptic Concord resolutions I.E. from there to here
It’s singly sung and duly noted, it’s r’(r)’ly r’(r)’ly clear
Program Notes notes notable notes
Notably notions of tone
Apropos notes, per Program Notes
Footnoted: Please silence your phone
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3. |
The Song Writing Song
04:10
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Let’s write a song about writing a song
and as we’re writing, we’re writing it wrong
We wrote words in places where they don’t belong
Turns out we’ve been writing it right all along
Let’s sing a song about singing a song
and as we’re singing, we’re singing it wrong
We sang words in places where they don’t belong
Turns out we’ve been singing a sing-along song
Let’s interpret a song about writing a song
and as we interpret, we interpret it wrong
We interpreted lyrics where they don't belong
Turns out we’ve interpreted it right all along
Let’s remember a song about writing a song
and as we remember, we ‘member it wrong
We placed some words where they don’t seem right
Why do we remember it wrong when we write?
Let’s forget the song about writing a song
and as we’re forgetting, we’ve forgotten wrong
We forgot the words, just not where they belong
Turns out we forgot we did not all along
Let’s love a song about writing a song
and as we’re loving, we’re loving it wrong
We loved words in places where they don’t belong
Turns out we’ve been falling in love all along
Let’s hate a song about writing a song
and as we’re hating, we’re hating it wrong
We hate words in places where they don’t belong
Turns out we’ve been hating ourselves all along
Let’s lose a song about writing a song
and as we’re losing, we’re losing it wrong
We lost all the places words did not belong
Turns out we’ve been losing our minds all along
Let’s find a song about writing a song
and as we’re finding, we’re finding it wrong
We found words in places where they don’t belong
Turns out we’ve been finding out right all along
Let’s hum a song!
hmm...
Let’s end a song about writing a song
and as we’re ending, we’ve ended it wrong
We ended in places words did not belong
Turns out we’ve ended up right all along
Let’s rewrite a song about writing a song
and as we’re rewriting, rewriting it wrong
Rewrote words in places where they don’t belong
Turns out we’ve re-write-ed it right all along
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Should’ve done my share
And I could’ve been more neat
Would’ve washed my hair
Didn’t lather-rinse-repeat
Thought I’d eaten breakfast
Forgot to buy more bread
I ought to write a shopping list
I wrote this song instead
Should’ve watched the clock
And I could’ve caught the train
Would’ve walked the walk
Didn’t stay in my own lane
Thought I’m running late
I forgot to plan ahead
I ought to write the time and date
I wrote this song instead
Should’ve packed and gone to Con
I could’ve called my Ma
Would’ve prattled on-’n’-on
I didn’t, blah blah blah
Thought “we” were above quotes
Forgot to paint it red
I ought to write you love notes
But I wrote this song instead
Should’ve started laundry
And I could’ve dried it too
Would’ve ceased this quand’ry
But I didn’t sort things through
Thought I added soap suds
Forgot the common thread
I ought to write in formal duds
I wrote this song instead
Should’ve paid more notice
And I could’ve semi-striven
Would’ve posed in lotus
But it didn’t make me driven
Thought I comprehended
Forgot what I just read
Ought to write what I intended
But I wrote this song instead
Should have lots to get at
I could’ve cared quite less
Would’ve idled chit-chat
But I didn’t dare digress
Thought this thought’s external
Forgot it’s in my head
Ought to write that in my journal
But I wrote this song instead
Should’ve set the header
And I could’ve checked the rest
Would’ve done it better
But I didn’t try my best
Thought it was satiric
Forgot about the dread
I ought to right that lyric
But I wrote this song instead
Should’ve stopped by now
And I could’ve long before
Would’ve wondered how
But I didn’t anymore
Thought I mouthed a monologue
Forgot what I just said
I ought to write an epilogue
I wrote this verse instead
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5. |
[untitled]
03:21
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These are my words that never existed
whether in prose or in verse
What I wanted to say really consisted
of thoughts and beliefs that’re far much worse
These are my thoughts that never existed
whether in pen or in mind
What I thought, I think, really consisted
of feelings, sensations far more unkind
These are my feelings that never existed
whether alone or with you
What I felt, I feel, really consisted
of doings and actions far more taboo
These are my doings that never existed
whether prepared or ad-lib.
What I wanted to do really consisted
of beliefs and thoughts that’re much more glib
These are my beliefs that never existed
whether in pen or in mind
What I believed, I believe, really consisted
of sensations and feelings far more unkind
These are my sensations that never existed
whether alone or with you
What I sensed, I sense, really consisted
of actions and doings far more taboo
These are my actions that never existed
whether with you or alone
How I wanted to act really consisted
of parts of myself much more unknown
This is myself that never existed
whether now or before
What I was being, really consisted
of nothing and not much more
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6. |
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7. |
Unlike You
03:28
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I don’t like suits and ties,
but I detest when you scrutinize
I don’t like wearing pants,
but I despise the endless surveillance
I don’t like horseradish sauce,
but I can’t bear another loss
I don’t like Canada geese,
but I hate that our love was only a lease
I unlike you
Try, unlike you
Bye. Unlike you
Cry, unlike you
I unlike you
Try, unlike you
Bye. Unlike you
Cry, unlike you
I don’t like playing cards,
but I abhor your disregards
I don’t like milk in tea,
but I can’t stand when you lie to me
I don’t like being wrong,
but I’m averse to another breakup song
I don’t like to misconstrue,
but I object to the thought of you
I unlike you
Try, unlike you
Bye. Unlike you
Cry, unlike you
I unlike you
Try, unlike you
Bye. Unlike you
Cry, unlike you
I don’t like to water ski,
but I’ve had enough of your inadequacy
I don’t like taking the stairs,
but I’m so sick of our toxic affairs
I don’t like popular art,
but I can’t stomach one more broken heart
I don’t like living on the second floor,
but I don’t care about you anymore
I unlike you
Try, unlike you
Bye. Unlike you
Cry, unlike you
I unlike you
Try, unlike you
Bye. Unlike you
Cry, unlike you
Why unlike you?
*sigh*, I liked you…
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8. |
Another Song in G
04:12
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Not that I’m uninspired or virtuosically inept
or find the need to mind and heed a typical precept
Not that I’m apathetic or aesthetically naive
but I’ve my major reasons why I picked this very key
It’s resonant and practical
It’s pleasant and it’s free
My mother always said to write
Another song in G
Facilitating fingerings for tonic, doms, and subs
Transcendently pure, incidentally fewer flounders, flops, and flubs
Generating general pitch centrality
but I’m partial to marshal through this sol tonality
It’s PC and reliable
It’s ABCDE-Z!
Don’t bother to sharpen or to harp on
‘nother song in G
This part will be a solo for probably kazoo
I dunno how it'll go or what I'm gonna do
Beyond a simple tune with sympathetic overtones
It’s something free’ng, accompan’ng fundamental open drones
Beyond how I was shaped and regardless how I bowed
All the while I’ll beguile fiddling a lá mode
It’s humankind and whimsical
Defined by frequency
Big Brother knows when I compose
Another song in G
Though limited by voicings and harmonic progression
Mistaken gates awaken sakes of temperamental regression
Though limited by volume and oral tessitura
Enlight’ning rings from untight’ning strings I’ve found my scordatura
It’s redundant and repetitive
Abundant and carefree
Others say to stay away from
‘nother song in G
Words I adore we’ll sing once more
Another song in G
A verse so nice we’ll sing it twice
Another song in G
A verse so nice we’ll sing it thrice
Another song in G
Comes with a price, four will suffice
Another song in G
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9. |
My Feminine Baritone
05:46
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A voice of reason and of spirit
I still don’t want to ever hear it
My feminine baritone
A piece of chocolatey cake
My feminine baritone
An unfathomable lake
A longwinded passive-aggressive chime
An alliterate allegorical rhyme
A subjective subwoofer’s sublime
A dainty croon with tongue in cheek
Go figure! So to speak
My feminine baritone
So soft and cottony
My feminine baritone
Of gentle monotony
A voice for me, a voice for y’all
Won’t shatter glass, but’t’ll break a fifth wall
My feminine baritone
For you femme mystics
My feminine baritone
Fancies cunning linguistics
An ambient agnostic allegretto
Laced along a lackadaisical libretto
Forced forfeiting my faux falsetto
It’s practical, whimsical, and free
Complement’ry to ‘nother song in G
My feminine baritone
Keeps singin' the blues
My feminine baritone
Drops subtle clues
My feminine baritone
A curious case
My feminine baritone
Is really a bass
My feminine baritone
Is solo high class
My feminine baritone
Has come to pass
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10. |
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Behind the scenes or shown on screens,
in tails or in a smock
Divinely dressed but a devilish pest
to whomever you cleverly mock
Eh, What’s up doc?
Your loony routines and mischievous means
in true colors so fluid and runny
However askew, I’m still drawn into hue
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
Down rabbit holes or on tender strolls
'twixt non-binarities
Your Creator conjoints my contrapoints
to your merry melodies
No more hairloss remedies!
No “grab-it” goals or gender roles
or bigoted boffola
Yet you drag me along; what could go wrong?
By kink o’ Crayola
I’ll be your Lola
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
Your comic strips shoot hops and skips
throughout my fainted-heart
With classical allusions and Rabbit-Duck illusions
Eluding the eyes from the start
You’re a timeless work of art!
From episodic hair snips to periodic hare clips
Always pictured pretty, punny
From: Barbaric Imbicility, To: Barber of Civility,
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
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12. |
Romantic Sponsor
05:29
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Some are in it for the money
Sometimes for stage or the show
But I’m slowly getting ready
To get settled or to go
One, Two!
Some are in it for the gold
Sometimes for a second place
But I’m scouting for a team
With no ranking in our race
Some are in it for the ships?
Sometimes by scholars or for war
But I’m missing the relation
Between on and far from shore
Some are in it for donations
Sometimes just for brand on art
But I’m all about the organs
Your eyes, ears, hand ’n’ heart
A romantic sponsor
What would that even be?
An Avant-Guardian Angel
A Patron Saint of Me
A romantic sponsor
Definitely maybe
A total catch-22
Re: I’m Baby
Some are in it for the wealth
Sometimes for treasures and/or riches
But I’m down a couple cents
Because pleasures before pitches
Five, One!
Some are in it for the pizza
Sometimes just for sauce or dough
But I’m for cheesy sentiments
And pairings, quid pro quo
Some are in it for the sugar
Sometimes just a cup to mooch
But I’m on and off to bum a pinch
But always up to smooch
Some are in it for higher power
Sometimes for just in-kind means
But I’m for a higher purpose
At least a motive for my scenes
My romantic sponsor
Who could they even be?
My Avant-Guardian Angel
The Patron Saint of Me
My romantic sponsor
Definitely maybe
A total catch-22
Re: I’m Baby
Our romantic sponsor
Who could they even be?
Our Avant-Guardian Angel
The Patron Saint of We
Our romantic sponsor
Definitely maybe
Sum total: Catch-22
Re: Are Baby
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13. |
Prettier in Blue
09:00
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Lying in pastures while straddling the fence
Your grass may be greener, but I get the sense
In a black and white world, I am often misread
My matters are grayer, the fact is instead
I’m prettier in blue
Symbly 292
I’m prettier in blue
Daba dee daba doo
I’m prettier in blue
Skip to my loo
I’m prettier in blue
I want to be pretty like you
No ruby slippers on this yellow brick roadie
Nor emerald cities constructed for Codi
Going over the rainbow, somewhere and someday
Picking apples and oranges along the way
I’m prettier in blue
Au fait deja vu
I’m prettier in blue
It’s tried and it’s true
I’m prettier in blue
Hip-Hip to Woo-Hoo
I’m prettier in blue
I need to be pretty like you
You cisunderstood me
amiss under hoodie
I near to cohere and be clear and
sincere that I’m queer
I need a beer!
Worn-out colored collar coded power ties
Were custom tailored and fit to suit the guise
My face is made-up and yet pretty revealing
Highlighting all the blush that I’ve been concealing
I’m prettier in blue
Neither egg nor cuckoo
I’m prettier in blue
Demi-coy ingénue
I’m prettier in blue
But a basic bijou
I’m prettier in blue
I’m almost as pretty as you
You held me at ransom
when you called me handsome
But you’dn’t repute to dispute
and refute that I’m cute
I’m a beaut!
Whether it’s red and white or blonde and brown
There’s never been a cloud when I paint the town
Not shaken or stirred because I prefer twirled
I’d rather black out in a rose colored world
I’m prettier in blue
With a dazzling debut
I’m prettier in blue
Rockin’ rave review
I’m prettier in blue
“She’s gooder than new”
I’m prettier in blue
I’m finally pretty like you :)
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14. |
4:30ish
04:26
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This album will self-disrupt in three, two, o..
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