1. |
Frog God May Not Exist!
02:24
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2. |
I Am The Honeypot
04:13
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if you come near, i will find you
if you come close, you will see.
you hear of honey in some pots behind the glade?
you are now who you'll always be.
i am the honeypot.
i am the honeypot.
if you come near, stick to me you will
all your dreams were never really real.
you're better than what you're facing;
you're more than the sum of your parts.
listen to me 'cause i know some things.
wouldn't you like a fresh start?
the windows have a tint
but you're still paranoid we'll be seen.
i've run out of hints
and i'm about to lose everything.
everything gets worse.
love is a sham
life is a curse
and i don't know who i am.
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3. |
Shoegaze Band
04:27
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making music in my room
i feel so alone
if only life was how it used to be
now it's so monotone
back in the days of distortion & fuzz
words you can't understand
i wanna go back to that time because
i wanna be in a 90's shoegaze band
feelings fade into an amplifier
with the sound of a billion guitars
a song so hot it could start a fire
do a lot of drugs then write a memoir
there'll never be another rachel goswell
shoegaze is now preppy and bland
wanna die strung out from heroin in a shitty hotel
fuck i wish i was in a 90's shoegaze band
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4. |
Old Brown Couch
02:55
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5. |
Staring At Me?!
04:36
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it all started when i sat down
in the back of an old classroom
it wasn’t long until i found
a woman worthy of my doom
i think she’s staring at me,
is there something on my face?
is she fucking staring at me?!
i oughta put her in her place
standing there stupidly,
smiling like an idiot.
not knowing what to say
i’ll do it but not todayyyyyy
is this what the world’s come to?
a simple song i’m writing for you
the stairs lead down to hell
wouldn’t it be easier if i fell
what have i got left to lose
i’m a beggar so i can’t choose
if i was in a good situation
i’d love the feeling of infatuation
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6. |
Boronic!
03:35
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7. |
Demon Lover
05:14
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Author Unknown
(it's a traditional ballad)
"Oh, where have you been, my long, long love,
this seven years and more?"
"Oh, I've come to seek my former vows
Ye granted me before."
"Oh, do not speak of your former vows,
For they will breed sad strife;
Oh, do not speak of your former vows,
For I have become a wife."
He turned him right and round about,,
And the tear blinded his ee:
"I would never have trodden on this ground
If it had not been for thee."
"If I was to leave my husband dear,
And my two babes also,
Oh, what have you to take me to,
If with you I should go?"
"I have seven ships upon the sea---
The eighth brought me to land---
With four-and-twenty bold mariners,
And music on every hand."
She has taken up her two little babes,
Kissed them on cheek and chin:
"Oh, fare ye well, my own two babes,
For I'll never see you again."
She set her foot upon the ship---
No mariners could she behold;
But the sails were of the teffeta,
And the masts of the beaten gold.
She had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When dismal grew his countenance,
And drumlie grew his ee.
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
And she wept right bitterly.
"Oh, hold your tongue of your weeping," said he,
"Of your weeping now let me be;
I will show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy."
"Oh, what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills,
That the sun shines sweetly on?"
"Oh, yon are the hills of heaven," he said,,
"Where you will never win."
"Oh, whaten a mountain is yon," she said,
"So dreary with frost and snow?"
"Oh, yon is the mountain of hell," he cried,
"Where you and I will go."
He struck the top-mast with his hand,
The fore-mast with his knee;
And he broke that gallant ship in twain,
And sank her in the sea.
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8. |
She F**ks Me
04:58
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LYRICS BY WEEN
SONG WRITTEN BY WEEN
(Pork roll egg and cheese on a kaiser bun)
I met her at the Living Earth Show
She crossed the room, the lights sank low
We're together, she really digs me she fucks me
Who would think I could be so happy?
When I'm cold, I know she's keepin' me warm
We're together, she really digs me she fucks me
She's in my arms, she's in my heart, yeah
Pins and needles up and down my spine
We're together, she really digs me now
She fucks me, she fucks me
I met her at the Living Earth Show
She crossed the room, the lights sank low
We're together, she really digs me she fucks me
Who would think I could be so happy?
When I'm cold, she's keepin' me warm
When we're together, she really digs me she fucks me
She's in my arms, she's in my heart, yeah
Pins and needles up and down my spine
We're together, she really digs me now
She fucks me, she fucks me, she fucks me
She fucks me, she fucks me, she fucks me
She fucks me now, yeah
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I ate the snowman.
The snowman, he ate me.
My whole time here
I drink the lemonade 'cause it's my thing
I ate the snowman.
The snowman, he ate me.
I ate the snowman.
The snowman, he ate me.
And I eat the cheese.
I ate the snowman.
The snowman, he ate me.
I ate the snowman!
His lungs were filled with cheese
His asshole was filled with hair
His mushroom tip of emotion was not there.
I ate the snowman.
The snowman, he ate me.
I ate the snowman.
The snowman, he ate me.
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10. |
Quimby's Cup
05:18
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frog god San Diego, California
FROG GOD is a lo-fi pop musician from San Diego, California.
His music tends to ‘hop’ back and
forth from exceedingly jubilant to depressingly existential, without ever taking itself too seriously.
Through his surreal, colorful music and his whimsical, absurd lyrics, he has inexplicably created his own self-contained universe, a parallel dimension where he exists as a god.
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