This stripped-down collection of songs is a collab with lyrcist/vocalist AuNT JACKONOFF (see his s/t PP debut here - he now wants his name to be stylized like that with ALL CAPS except the one "u" for some reason) & PP newbie Gene Landburg, who is a classical neo-jazz pianist that has no problem 'dumbing it down' for these super easy tunes. In general, this is a mode of recording you're likely to see more often 'round these parts (i.e., shorter tunes, less frills, etc). See AJ's award-winning lyrics below.
♫ TRACKLIST – 21 TRACKS (35:09)
1. Nebraskan Fish 02:49
2. Darkness Keeps the Day Alive 01:08
3. Long March 01:55
4. For Eternity Toodaloo 00:53
5. Nincompoop Zoo 01:24
6. Bootlickers 00:57
7. I Can Feel the Ass Bleeding as One 01:32
8. Carolina Fondue Foragers 00:44
9. Slutty Zebra Sympathy 00:49
10. A Maritime Battle for the Managers' Souls 02:05
11. Gravel in My Top Hat 00:34
12. Healthy Floridian Realms 02:10
13. Bootlickers 2: Bootlicker's Son 01:00
14. On the Eve of a Screamo Jesus 00:51
15. The Pompous Kazoo 00:50
16. I Am Buried Treasure 00:32
17. Nature Favors the Decentralized Heart 02:50
18. The Lampooning 01:06
19. False Equivalency of Birds 00:44
20. I Need a Critic Like I Need Death 01:17
21. Nebraskan Fish (demoguitar version) 02:40
Nebraskan Fish
I grow my own architecture
And I kill my own fish
Taking the breath of a thing
Is all I need to exist... that's Nebraskan fish
Nebraskans for sure
Have had it up to their ears
And I'm so sorry for all of my
Songs you might hear... In Nebraska, it's near
The cops have no purpose
In this age of pain
So they're all cutting grass
And going insane... when Nebraska wanes
And the grass-cutters chill
Absolved from their posts
They're basically insects
But they're making the most... but Nebraska is toast
They don't resent the poor cops
For taking their jobs
When the circle's connected
It'll be their turn to stop... that's how Nebraskans rot
Darkness Keeps the Day Alive
In my blessed Tijuana
Where the swan meat overflows
Sometimes you sink, sometimes you swim
The path is what you know
You're still breaking ranks
With the feeling that you sank
It's hard to fathom you'll survive
as darkness keeps the day alive
Long March
If and when Wednesday ever comes
We'll call your name when the blood rituals done
It's a long long march baby in 3D
It went as smoothly as could be
A rocky start did not portent
The smoothed out middle time could be well spent
But by the time the end was reached
We all fell down, way deep beneath
For Eternity Toodaloo
I will miss you forever
For eternity toodaloo
Nincompoop Zoo
There was a mass grave for asphalt
At the Nincompoop zoo
No animals lived there, nothing is true
At the... Nincompoop zoo
Bootlickers
Bootlickers love lickin' the boot
The shinier the better
They just think boots are cute
I Can Feel the Ass Bleeding as One
Amber and Lucifer walking 'round town
Looking for the holistic casserole shop
They swear to God they're having fun
And I can feel the ass bleeding as one
Carolina Fondue Foragers
Morbid soaring angels
Sprain their teeth on vines of fleeting dreams of stardom
And they can only find peace of mind
As Carolina fondue foragers
Slutty Zebra Sympathy
I wanted to write a symphony
For slutty zebra sympathy
But I guess you can't do that anymore
In Obamas America
A Maritime Battle for the Managers' Souls
Well the managers
We're out at sea
And they all secretly
Longed to be defeated
They sold the only good thing
Life to them would ever bring
A sense of feeling among
The workforce, so young
They set sail in the dead of night
The fight wasn't much of a fight
Every single one of them drowned
And they didn't even make a sound
Gravel in My Top Hat
Got gravel in my top hat
Not a rabbit in sight
Foot stuck in the trapdoor
Bleeding out all night
Healthy Floridian Realms
There are alligators who
Only want one thing
The flesh of the boy
And they won't sleep till he's there's
A poachers heart is pure
That's part of the appeal
It's a balance for sure
In healthy Floridian realms
Bootlickers 2: Bootlicker's Son
Lick the boot baby, tell me how it tastes
These cops need new diapers, posthaste, failed state
On the Eve of a Screamo Jesus
Yes indeed there we'll be no certainties
When I strap into this machine
On the eve of a screamo Jesus
Everything seems to be the same
The Pompous Kazoo
I learned to play the pompous kazoo
At the end of my clarinet era
My melodies made me weak in the knees
It was So Good it would scare ya
I Am Buried Treasure
I buried myself in treasure
Only the purest leathers
And there I found the truth
That I am buried treasure too
Nature Favors the Decentralized Heart
In heaven, Fridays we wear fur
But it's unnatural, girl
Synthetic yet fretting still
Like so many animals killed
Nature favors the decentralized heart
Said a voice in a book I read from start to start
I don't finish anything
I don Finnish bling it seems, I'm hard
Sleep lest my words address that part
You won't awaken on a lark
Not a promise just a threat
In the next seven minutes you haven't lived yet
For asleep we feel no shame
These dreams we play are just a game
Separation from the head
The body floats away, the body's dead
The Lampooning
Lampooning a character
He knows doesn't even exist
Because the fun is all inside
The creation of it
False Equivalency of Birds
To have a house
Of whore and/or flop
To be called a turd
To the sum of
All parts or the whole
A false equivalency of birds
I Need a Critic Like I Need Death
I need a cure for the virus that doesn't exist yet
Went to sleep a 7 and I woke up a 10
Stole a computer to buy some new friends
I'm not apathetic, I'm fully germaine
I'd live my life on the lam if I could name a new pet
Wet the beak with the juice from a steak underdone
Eat the meat, throw a fit, and then vomit on a nun
I need a critic like I need death
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