Imagine you take a giant stuffed panda bear and you animate it using sparkling ultraviolet ray pulses. You also take Big Bird. You put them in a room to fight to the death with marshmallow swords. But then you realize that there is no such thing as death and so really they're just hitting each other, and every time they hit each other rainbows bounce off the walls and little morsels of marshmallow blast off.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Verse ABm Good Morning, I can feel your feet and they are twitching BmEBmA When my feet twitch, it means that I'm upset ABm Goodnight, I can feel your body, it is moving BmEBmA When my body moves like that it means I'm depressed
A movie? No, I don't think that I could handle a movie If I did anything else my head would implode Phonetics? Oh, well that sounds like an interesting major You see I have a lisp so they've troubled me my whole life
Chorus *same progression, but sustained after each change* All the consequences sent to all the awkward places Sent to all the awkward places I am too And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
Verse Collective? No, I've never heard of the collective But if that's what you like I'm sure I'll like it too Institution? No, I've never fought the institution I'm scared of all the bad things they might do
And when I reach out my hand You don't, you don't, you don't understand They never understand just for one night understand
Comfort, comfort I want to comfort you And tell you all the good things that I can do With my thighs, my hips, my mouth, my lips for you
Chorus All the consequences sent to all the awkward places Sent to all the awkward places I am too And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
Verse Pent up, my self-expression is absolving me Of all the bad things that I used to be, of all the bad things that I used to be Effeminate whine, I called across and wrote over the phone And we are, we are, we are, we are alone; we are, we are alone
An off-white smile, too much to swallow all alone To much to swallow all alone When I leave here tomorrow or today; please don't say that shit's okay Even your mother knows it not okay, It's not okay
Chorus All the consequences sent to all the awkward places Sent to all the awkward places I am too And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
After your clothes have spoken, and your temperament is token Then you truly are the fakest one I know All the words I'm using I am very carefully choosing So as not to take a poet's point of view