1. |
Megamanmaniac
00:57
|
|
||
2. |
Few Scrubs
02:47
|
|
||
I once met a guy who called everyone “chief” / So I stabbed him right in his left eye
It mighta killed him but I don't regret it / I once got a tattoo but I reget it
The guy who gave it to me had not two, not less than two, but five, count ‘em, finnnn nipples / And not in a row, but in a column, like buttons on a human snowman
Non, je ne veux pas avoir un scrub
Un scrub est une personne que je ne veux pas avoir du tout
Je ne fais pas du quoi / Je ne fais du pas
Un scrub est sacre blue
Three-quarters of the cheese grater goes unused / Three-quarters of my angles are left obtused / Tried to get into dusk but got refused / I shouldn’t have worn my sneakers
Louie stole my joke before I made it / The landlord took my rent before I paid it / If I had enough hair I’d probably braid it / Or maybe plant a row of corns
Yeah, I wanna watch some Scrubs
The episode where Michael J. Fox has OCD
Marty Mcfly and Zach Braff / Made me cry and laugh
Just the way TV should be
I wanna watch some Scrubs
But only before it got switched to ABC
The writing was poor, without the janitor
Elliott and JD
A bologna and a monkey and a didgeridoo
Jitter bug, jitter bug / Sittin' on a coffee pot, coffee, coffee pot
It’s a pants down party pack / Isn’t it funny when your hands are meatballs
Ice ed hytu ab lackmintu dey / That’s my good deed
Oscar the grouch is made outta DA DOPE / I like to watch bitches through my whore-a-scope / Never thought I’d say this but I don’t mind the pope / But he looks like a cartoon muffin
I got that non-hodgepodge lymphoma / I smoke the weed without glaucoma / My glock will put you in a coma / We bathe in the blood we spill
I sat on a shelf / Then I shat on myself
I don’t drop beats / I bake apples
Metaphorical like a simile
When fruit flies are around / I'm a ninja every day
The ravenous falcons and broken bones / Murderous crows and rotary phones
The Saturn return might get me back home / Let Dick Wolf decipher that one
|
||||
3. |
|
|||
I’ve been Tony Danza / Adam Lanza
Tyler Perry / the toothless fairy
Get all my drugs from Tommy Tutone
I’ve been Mayim Bialik / Joey Slotnick
Katie Couric / Bosh’s uncle Padraig
Still got tickets left from Kidzone
I’ve been Alex Trebek / Jeff Beck, Glen Beck / I’ve even been regular Beck
But only before Mellow Gold
I watched Jonovision / David Cross’s audition
Drank Al Cappucino / With the man from Encino
That’s B-Fras before The Mummy, I am told
I had a dream, where I ran into Peter / but he looked more like a parking meter
I fed him a loonie, his face turned green / Philip Maloney knows what I mean
Got stuck in a Cornell box / With Bono Vox
He told me Annie’s Beard / wasn’t really that weird
But it’s alright, Juice / I’m still sleeping and I don’t know if I’ll ever wake up
I’ve been Bert & Gerted / had my nipples inverted
Killed my Tamagotchi / Lost the pallino in bocce
I’ve coloured more than fifty shades of grey
Captained the Lyubov Orlova / Witnessed Jehovah
Been Philip Seymour Hoffman / I gotta cough, man
Probably from smokin' a rock of crack a day
But I don’t inhale / Without my manx’s tail
|
||||
4. |
Bowie (.-.. ... ..-.)
04:02
|
|||
If he knew / He wouldn't make me pay it
If he knew I was cool
Obviously not as cool as him / How could I be
He's David fucking Bowie.
Do I need to pay him just to say his name / Just to scream his name / I hope not
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
You’d like my movie / If I gave you a copy
I’d even make you an EP
I don’t need to speak to your agent or your manager, or even you / I just want your song
Will you be the hero, I thought I knew / and give me your song
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Jones
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
I kept it this way / I left it the same / Just for you
My view isn't yours / Not anymore / Where ya to?
I look for you in crowds of faces / This pain as I wrack my brain searching all of these places
When you’re gone away / I want to go too
Just a guy and a girl / Can you take me with you?
I hate eating alone / But I’m hungry / So I’ll have a can of the greasy turkey chili
I wish someone would shine a spotlight / Find you then mark it down / Just for me
I want you / I need you to come back home
You’re not lost / No, man / You don’t want to be found
Do you care about even how I feel / You should know what we have is real / I don’t ever want you to conceal your face / I’m serious
The camouflage teasing a poor girl / With you gone the most I do is stare at the tile and cry
I ran down a street / But on my own / You’re making me rush around or wait for a new lie
Bury a life that I’ve been in / I don't know how I think waiting is normal / I don't
Take me with you / It’s all that I want / All I want / All I need
|
||||
6. |
Crescendo Blues
03:21
|
|
||
I don’t feel too good / My friends are all gone
They left me back in the shitty / For too damn long
There’s nowhere I’d rather be / I almost hope it’s no fun without me
But I also hope that I'm wrong
I remember test limes and post-mortem tattoos / I remember all the coffee and all the booze
I miss Big White and ski hills / (inaudible)
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh / Can’t deny these Crescendo blues
Only tears make up these puddles / When it should be friends and friends and cuddles
Indoor outdoor hot tub and infinite glitter / The basement flooded but i’m not bitter
I was too broke / To join them in Revelstoke
in Alberta, Alberta / Where you been so long
Two fellas hangin' in an empty bathtub / The first Thanksgiving supper club
Fobs and bathrobes and champagne / I wanna make it snow and let it rain
With Pixar shorts and the noodle game / I’m so glad that we came
But now I got the fomo real bad
I want to be there when shit gets real / Don’t wanna miss out on another huge meal
Don’t wanna miss any more references / I should’ve went but ran away from my senses
I know I just gotta move on / And think ahead to when I’m gettin' my groove on
On a house boat in the summer
On a house boat in the summertime
|
||||
7. |
Bug Body
02:14
|
|
||
It’s just a bug on my body
It’s just a bug on my body
It’s just a bug on my body
There’s none left in my soup
|
||||
8. |
Five doller bill, y’all
00:40
|
|
Executive Producer St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
The side projections of a kalopsia sufferer.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Executive Producer, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp