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Effortless Bliss
03:14
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From when I wake and use the bathroom
Brush my teeth, wash up, dress and groom
First fresh air I intake
Lungs inflate with effortless bliss
Every drink and bite of food
Blow my nose, fart and cough
Scratch an itch, quick victories
Readily available in rapid succession
The interval between pleasures never long
Orgasms can be fun
Alone or with someone
And to top it off, I drift away
Eyelid movies to end the day
With each function
I am rewarded, it’s so easy
Our days are filled with basic joys
Pleasure after pleasure, hit after hit
Our days are filled with basic joys
Pleasure after pleasure after pleasure
Hit after hit after hit after
hit after hit after hit of effortless bliss
Before each hit is done
I’m thinking about the next one
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2. |
The Perpetual Story
04:20
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Analogues, iterations to infinity
Moratorium on the deconstruction of tropes
Palette-swaps into perpetuity
Believe in the attributes of properties
Character, setting, story, cyclically created
Reboot or new echo, most mutations don’t make it
Adapt or extrapolate for each generation
Public will test the pantheon’s plasticity
Then, one day, calamity
Well ran dry at the fantasy factory
You have been chosen, our only hope
Follow the dream, find the fuel
Quest across the swamps of genre
Ford the river of stygian retcon
Take the flight, the flight of fancy
Defeat the nemesis against no odds
You’re a hero, an inspiration
What’s more, what’s less, you’re the latest variation
In the saga that sprawls in perpetual spiral
Chosen to follow the dream and exude the platitude
Manifest the moral of the parable
As you traverse the multiverse to break the curse
Collecting easter eggs and giving fan service
Pace your decompression as you re-emerge
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3. |
Ambling Man
02:18
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You say you're a rambling man
And the open road is calling you
You say you've got to sail on
To find out if the eighth sea is green or blue
You say you've got the wanderlust
And your thirst for adventure will never be slaked
Well i say if you’re man enough
I’ve got a quest for you to take:
Stay home, raise your kids, do your wife, do your job
Can it with your fantasy, you aren't fooling me
It's a drag I know, where your woman runs the show, but
The voyage you envision leads straight down the gutter
You project romance onto other lands
You want to project into others' pants
Go on and gamble away your hand
And you'll shamble into some filthy den of filth
Not blazing trails where there is no road
But chasing tails way down the low road
The weight of umpteen vices on your midlife crisis
You'll be hungover before the night is over
So, [CHORUS]
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4. |
How My Ability Scores
03:19
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3
3
3
3
3
17
That is how my ability scores
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5. |
Tulsa Art Deco Cowboy
04:29
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I'm a sunset rider
I'm a sugar glider
It's my solipsistic world, not yours
I'll get people to do my chores
I'm a sunset glider
Full of sugar, full of fire
I come drool-injected
Faux-Aztec-inflected
I'm an art deco cowboy
In an imaginary Tulsa
I'm an art deco cowboy
In a conceptual Tulsa
I'm an art deco cowboy
In a Tulsa
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6. |
Abyss of Freedom
02:13
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From stifling security, I can see
The abyss of freedom
What would I do with me, lost at sea
The abyss of freedom
Less direction, less reck, less feck
From a heaven full of headache to bottomless heck
Your head is out the window when you crane your neck
Toward the abyss of freedom
Fantasies of misery, mundane safari
Of my daydreamin’
Dispatches direct or implied, confide, deride
The abyss of freedom
Takes a braver, more determined soul than I
One with a stronger sense of purpose and goals than I
To navigate that ocean and not languish, awry,
In the abyss of freedom
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7. |
Macguffin Mania
02:01
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MacGuffins suddenly everywhere
Sprouting from the trees
A rush, a scramble, a frenzy
Hope they still hold currency
If I mount my high horse
Then they’d surely be in reach
Cull ‘em by the bushel
Come stock up, don't be shy
I will net a prize haul
I hear no apprisal
I fear no reprisal
This will be my true arrival
As foretold by oracle and seer
As foreseen in the sybilline 8-ball
As foreknown by the tarot palmist
Who ouija-boarded all this
As the soothsayer soothsaid, foresooth,
In truth it surely will be truth
Hubris, shmoobris
I’ll drive the sun, I’ll drive the sea
I’ll stream it on Steam from my couch for free
Go me
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8. |
Sampson Corrasco
04:35
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Knight of the Wood
Knight of the Mirrors
Knight of the White Moon
The reality check that unseams your dreams
I am truth, I am doom
I come from home to bring you home
Hit close to home, cut to the bone
You're superfluous, an architectural folly
Rambling and tedious
I hit hard when I blurt out the hurtful truth
I don't hold back and I'm backed by actual proof
Party's over, may have been fun while it lasted
But you're coming home now so you can shop for your casket
I am gravity
(Comeuppance)
Reality
(Coming up)
Sanity
(From your hometown)
Calamity
(I'll run you down)
The deflation
(Comes down to)
Of vanity
(A comedown)
The defeat
(When you're shown up)
Of humanity
(In a showdown)
I am Sampson Corrasco
I'm too real for you
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Let the years blow through me
Faster and shorter, logarithmically
Let the money roll off of me
Back to the sea, the economy
Back to the sea, back to the sea
All is done and well, I don't know why I was blessed
Let the rest be laid to rest
Thanks for the good, I'm sorry for the bad
And as time heals, I start to suspect that
Life and death isn't really life and death
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10. |
Forever Old
04:35
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I was young, it was not fun
Maybe it could have been
But I was too dumb
Soon I'll be old, can't wait to try it
Could be fun, could be a riot
Saturn is such a sad sad song
But maybe Gustav got it wrong
Dylan, Sparks, Alphaville
Questing like Ponce de Leon
They've got to know when to fold
Set their sights a little lower
Find the other fountain
Quaff an ample amount and
Savor the flavor
Ah, to be forever old
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