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Songs About Yourselves

by Jetwelder

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This is the place where diamonds go To turn back into coal This is the place to learn about The science of holes Everybody driving in their cars They’re turning right into Colfax And when their tail lights fade They’re not coming back Not need to wonder why Their lives just aren’t as good as getting high From Pifler’s to the Dollar Tree It’s fun to steal from the king And anywhere is the same as nowhere And anything is the same as nothing We just need a dark warm room Where we can smoke and smoke Where there’s a groovy parking lot Where time is just another joke All your Pie In The Sky It really can’t compare with getting high Great Googly My-Oh-My Their lives are not as good as getting high Their faces look just like the moon Those sores won’t be healing soon You’re waking up to a harsh alarm Blaring a scary tune Open up your eyes and see Those pricks shut down the Dollar Tree That old abandoned Burger King I can’t let that happen to me I Can’t Let That Happen The world you can supply Simply can’t compete with getting high No need to mention why Their lives are not as good as getting high So sorry we disturbed you You can go back to sleep now Safe. Nighty night. Safe and restful You can go back you can go back to sleep now Safe. Nighty night. Never mind the alarm You can go back to sleep now Safe. Nighty night. Safe and restful Go back to sleep nighty night Safe. Nighty night.
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Good morning demons I trust you slept okay You're wondering why I called you here today We're having a very rough quarter And we can't afford to keep you around Sorry, demons, It's time to clean out your desk We'll give you all good references Because you're the best And we'll also offer A nice severance package plan We thank you for your efforts To avoid the wreckage man Good morning, demons Maybe, demons, We'll work together again someday If you wanna use your sick days That's okay Sadly we're having a very rough quarter Sorry we had to pull the plug Good morning, Demons
3.
If this pop song was a dog Would it simper at your feet Pleading “love me love me please” Looking for your tasty treat The Public is demanding More songs about themselves They won’t listen to a symphony If it’s about somebody else If a pop song falls in the woods And nobody sees it fall No one around to hear the sound Is it still a pop song at all? All the pop songs no one heard Together on a desert isle Have no purpose in this world What a sad heartbreaking pile! The Public is demanding More songs about themselves They won’t listen to an opera If it’s about somebody else And don’t forgot the Millennial Whoop (Ohh wee ooh wee ay oh!) It’s gonna help your pop song recoup And don’t forget the monster killer hooks (Ohh wee ooh wee ay oh!) It’ll get you into the history books Failed pop song has no buzz Up on the skyscraper’s ledge You don’t love it nor do I Now it’s inching toward the edge It’s just a radio
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You’re an edgelord with a keyboard A hurricane when you’re bored So what you gonna do? Do you pwn the internet Or does the internet pwn you? You had a Hot Take It was a hot mistake The blogs are giving you the word That you are this week’s turd Don’t look now Don’t look now Don’t look now You might be turd of the week What ya gonna do when you finally make bail And get sprung from the Online Jail? Will you double down Or act like a clown Or lay low and maybe wail They were looking for a chump Everybody takes a dump No worries friend it’s got to get better Because you won’t be famous forever Don’t look now Don’t look now Don’t look now You might be turd of the week You might be turd of the week
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Now it’s hard to shake me up I’ve worked at Dollar Tree But everything is turning Dry and brown You gotta get over stuff You gotta soldier on But dammit Trouble’s riding into town There’s gonna be hell Hell Hell all over again There’s gonna be hell There’s gonna be hell Hell all over again Now the wind is getting foul And my ragtop is up And I feel like William Tell That’s how I smell So when you see me there Slouching toward the gate Please smile and tell me Everything is well There’s gonna be hell Hell Hell all over again There’s gonna be hell There’s gonna be hell Hell all over again Got priced out of heaven Not even time to do my laundry They’ll know my face at the front door I hope they’ll remember me fondly Now I’m tumbling down the mountain okay Okay There’s gonna be hell Hell Hell all over again There’s gonna be hell There’s gonna be hell Hell all over again
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He’s shot out into the cosmos The universe fails to crush him All the planets and the stars admit That he is a tough one So many faces that he loves That he’ll never see again And he’s crying in space Sometimes his tears vaporize And sometimes they just freeze Because in space no one knows If you fall to your knees There are feelings that he had That he’ll never feel again And he’s crying in space Two hundred light years from home And miles up in the air It’s no time to consider If you want to be there There are choices that he made That he’ll never make again And he’s crying in space
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And I tried and I failed to be the family pet, okay But they just can’t get rid of me yet no way Please come see me here In the disappointment room As long as I live as a human apology I’ll always have a place to be for free I’ll be waiting here In the disappointment room Alcoholic nephews and old maid aunt Don’t need to be seen by the debutantes Long haired sons who don’t wear pants Around the other kids They should be hid And let’s just skip My own sordid history If you don’t know, there’s probably a Wiki My report card said I don’t play well with others But if I stay all day it’ll please my dad and mother I’ll be waiting here In the disappointment room Please come see me here In the disappointment room I’ll be waiting here Disappointment room Ahhhhh Apology
8.
Ignorance is bliss That’s what the experts say They’re always trying to Sell you something anyway Your inbox gets filled Each and every day But you could and you should Ahhhh You better check me out I’m yesterday’s mail Your life might have Changed yesterday wholesale Down in that pile There could be a letter A letter from someone Who writes that they love you But you’ll never know Disengagement isn’t everything And you should Catch up on your correspondence For good You’d muster up the effort If you could But if you could and you would Ahhhh You better check me out I’m yesterday’s mail Your life might have Changed yesterday without fail Down in that pile There could be a letter A letter from someone Who writes that they need you But you’ll never know
9.
I- Mama Globe introduction with intrusive samples II- Tired Disco Too tired to disco No time to party I think I’ve had enough I think I’ve had enough Too tired for the nightlife Too tired to boogie I think I’ve had enough I think I’ve had enough Too tired to disco Exhausted from the robot I think I’ve had enough I think I’ve had enough Too weary to hustle My dead ass home Too tired for the disco Too tired to get down I think I’ve had enough I think I’ve had enough Too tired to get down ‘Coz I might stay down I think I’ve had enough I think I’ve had enough Too tired for the disco For the disco round I think I’ve had enough I think I’ve had enough Too weary to hustle My dead ass home III- Learned The Hard Way Learned the hard way Always Do Learned the hard way Just like you Hit the highway Sign in hand Learned the hard way And ain’t it grand? Dawn breaks over Marblehead Now at least I’m not the dumbest guy in the room Learned the hard way Lightning rod Learned the hard way Ejecto- Pod Did it my way That’s no way at all Learned the hard way That I can’t recall Dawn breaks over Marblehead Now at least I’m not the dumbest guy in the room IV- Argument Jockey drone interlude with ubiquitous samples V- Souls Are Stupid As we know Souls are stupid And hearts are even worse And feeling is a curse In your cool universe So let’s say Souls are stupid Their sorrow never ends Though they might pretend With their remaining friends When you’re in the sky flying around You can afford to laugh at the ground And soon you might become that Cold Dead Moon You’ll never catch him crying So you see Souls are stupid They only hold you back Never give you any slack Even if you crack When you’re in the sky flying around You can afford to laugh at the ground And soon you might become that Cold Dead Moon You’ll never catch him crying
10.
At a deserted Sinclair gas station 4 AM rural highway in Pennsylvania Inside the dusty garage bay I saw the ghost shirt Whirling in the debris Spinning and undulating in the dim light Cars pass by Their headlights shifting illuminated squares across the walls Through which I saw the ghost shirt Whirling in the debris Fluorescent and white I never told anybody

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At last, an entire album about you, the listener. Gasp in wonder at the miraculous personalized sounds herein, reflecting the true inner essence of you, and you and (especially) YOU!

Guffaw in horror as you read the lyrics which reveal the most innermost big thoughts, giant hopes and universal fears of you, the audience. The Big Wheel. The Self. The Prime Mover.

Feel righteous anger when you realize that the bonus tracks are a new instrumental and a bunch of retreads from the album. Access the rage! Feel the red! Grrrrrr!

You always thought you were the center of the universe and now, here is an album that proves it.

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released June 30, 2023

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Recorded at home by Tony Fitzgerald
January- June 2023

Fitzgerald did this stuff==>> guitars, keyboards, bass, electronic sounds, drum machines, percussion and vocals

words and music by Tony Fitzgerald
songs p © 2023 The Davis Baby Music (ASCAP)

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