1. |
I Feel Good
03:00
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I think it's time to strut.
I’m feeling loud.
I FEEL GOOD!
I’m gonna run ‘till I’m out air.
Punch my fist and feel my flair.
Hop a fence and climb a tree,
Let this wide world know I’m free.
I FEEL GOOD!
--
I’m running, running around,
Hide my head from their sound,
Push the ear-buds in more deep,
Judgement won’t you go to sleep.
No! Should take of my hood,
Could stand tall where I stood,
I’m a boss, understood?
Face to the sky,
I FEEL GOOD!
I feel good,
This moment’s mine.
I feel good,
Let it shine.
I FEEL GOOD!
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2. |
P.S.
02:28
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300 people passed me in the street today,
Not one who said hello.
We've become strangers to each other,
And our appetite for apathy is only going to grow.
Step,
Just like before,
In the snow,
These crunching boots are spreading roots,
I'll tear them out to move some more.
But why,
Should I try,
To get there speedily,
Ignore the menagerie,
Of faces flying by,
Human contact might well die,
Unless some roots intertwine,
Cause the concrete bed to whine,
And groan 'neath the weight,
Of togetherness emergent,
Don't wanna drown submerged in...
Lone,
-liness of thought,
Where I paint a plot,
Fantasies of people-trees,
Keep my eyes away and not,
On someone's visage,
With my gaze on a mirage,
Peacefully I can dodge,
Awkward contact I'd just bludgeon,
Into the ground,
Nobody hangs around,
To talk to strangers on the road,
Better shut up and implode,
I'd rather walk through dreams,
Than deal with the reams,
Of confusion when you dip,
Your toe in acquaintanceship.
340 people passed me today…
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3. |
Educational Funk
03:43
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Going down, down the stairs
To Econ 104
Replete with redundant ratios
On revenues and more,
This boredom she drills me,
Right down to my core,
My will to learn, a puddle on the floor,
For your are ferocious and fastidious in your folly, yet you feign fathom our fealty is facetious, you fake.
Underneath your unassuming umpire’s ululations you are uppity untermensch, and your undergraduates uphold you as an unhealthy ulcer!
Sitting in a plastic throne,
In Econ 104
Where time moves twice as slowly,
On the clock above the door,
And even though to me,
These theories all seem the same,
To our precious professor,
It’s just a game,
And you know what I say then? I’m in an Educational Funk!
Nevertheless to name you Nostradamus would nary be gnarly, you are like Napster, no more, our negligence and nepotism narrows you nature to normality!
Catastrophic curriculum convinces course-takers that keeping a catatonic corpus is considerably congenial, cracked, and competent to caving in to your cantankerous curve.
If I run out this door,
My reward will be five,
But if I stay and cooperate,
I may just stay alive,
And if I fake a seizure,
The other kids can run,
But then I’m stuck with the teacher,
And you know that ain’t no fun.
And you know what I say then...
I'm in an Educational Funk!
Class Dismissed!
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4. |
Cyanide Lipstick
03:40
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Met you at a shopping mall,
Got talking in the food court,
In ten minutes we were in a store,
Fucking in the dressing rooms.
What’s with all this weird shit?
God I’m so turned on by it,
It’s good when the slap is hard,
It’s great when the grab is rough.
You’re my,
Cyanide lipstick,
Where I get all of my kicks,
You’re my cyanide lipstick,
Cyanide lipstick.
They never taught in Sunday school,
How to bite a lip or pull some hair,
You’re awesome but you won’t stop there,
Now the bruises are too much to bear.
I’ll bite you on an artery,
Dirty sadistic druggie,
Won’t let this crackhead ruin me.
Kiss you on the mouth with,
Cyanide lipstick,
I’ll get one last kick,
With cyanide lipstick.
Cyanide lipstick.
Finally drove you away,
Got a boring job in the same mall,
Saw your number on a bathroom stall,
I think I might give you a call.
Fuck!
You’re my… you’re my...
Cyanide lipstick,
Where I get all of my kicks,
Cyanide lipstick, Cyanide lipstick…
CYANIDE LIPSTICK!
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My friend:
I’ve only got one thing left to tell you.
Through milk, and cream,
You’ve been the one for me.
You make my emotions,
As pacific as the oceans.
Our waves just won’t sway the same way.
But I know, we’ll always be friends.
When we go drinking
In clubs and bars
‘Till you see lights,
And I see stars
I still can’t drop the disguise.
No matter how many tries, it can wait, it can wait.
Because I know, we’ll always be friends.
Near him your smile grows
Your eyes go dancing, and
Near him your face glows:
A street-light at night-time
But you can’t see those symptoms in me.
So I know, we’ll always be friends.
…
My friend:
If the soundtrack of your life gets you down,
Just know... I’m around.
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6. |
The End Song
08:13
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Oh, I love me, don’t leave me, all alone with my love, I need more, I need...
Yours, I need theirs, I need foreign affairs, to keep my life busy, else...
What would I do, would I think of the needs, that make me do my deeds…
God… forbid!
I will close my eyes shut, and wide open my mouth, to bring all of you to me.
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The day, is done, the night, is just beginning
I, have won, the day, by singing about
John, and Jenny, my friends, and my family
But the watch on my wrist, And the clock on the wall
Say the day’s about spent, and I’ve spent it all…
On side-walks, in bedrooms, through hallways to classrooms,
In parties, and clubs, eating sushi and subs,
But the hands on the clock, have both almost peaked,
I guess that the end of Today has been reached.
And I am already, excited for when…
...it starts all over again.
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A Lie is a lie, is a man in disguise,
She comes a’knockin’, but bears no surprise.
Lies make people do good, Lies make people do bad,
Lies make me happy, and Lies make me sad.
Today was a lie, and I loved it to bits,
Give me more lies tomorrow,
So long as it fits.
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Am… I dreaming? Or sleeping, my life away, in boredom? Apathy? Or am I, just lazy?
I hardly even know myself past a stone’s throw,
But I’m not alone, and even though,
They say by this age we should already know,
What I want, and what we want, is fame - the whole world will know our name!
...and they will, all love me, and maybe, I’ll love me!
I will author my life! And I’ll write it out right,
I’ll include all the people I have in my sight
And tomorrow’s the day, when I will begin
To break this cycle that I’m in!
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Time is a lie, it’s a trick; a disguise,
She passes us by and we…
Try to hold on, but she’s quick, then she’s gone,
Was time really here all along?
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Time makes us remember, times makes us forget,
Time makes us rejoice, time makes us regret.
So hands on the clock, keep turning away!
And turn tomorrow… turn it into today!
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Berge & Pârvulescu Montréal, Québec
We are two students who met at McGill University.
AM was recorded over a period of 12
hours, in a small, empty classroom with a grand piano in it, and the broom closet beside it.
PM: The EP was recorded in a basement, over the course of a week, while learning the ropes of audio recording for the first time. Two songs have yet to be recorded.
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