I was such a fucking asshole the day we painted Xena’s bookshelf Dusty Lavender.
I am such a pleasant little guy to be around
When it’s brink of disaster
When everyone else is acting too much like a bastard.
The air around the bushes has been beaten by me
More times than the Bushes bombed Baghdad
It’s not all that hard to see why I have this reputation for being sad.
Swallowing cinnamon rolls on the side of the hill
My bosses are mad at me
What do you mean you are furious?
I’m building muscle
Like you wanted me to.
If Anthony Bourdain killed himself after traveling the world
What chance do we have trapped in hick towns?
Don’t drown, please, in what I have a tendency to say.
Family get married
And then they get divorced, of course
The wildest I’ll probably ever go is getting myself a ranch
And maybe an abandoned mule
What can I say?
I’m afraid of being abandoned too.
I hope that mule kicks attitude
I need someone to check me like a hockey player
Preferably every day.
If Mario Lemieux came back with nothing left to prove
What does that prove about my likelihood of being too clingy?
Don’t become stingy, please, in what I have a tendency to not do.
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016