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"Social Meltdown"
performed by Moody & The Stabilizers
I missed my train stop and all of the clues.
You'd had enough of me missing social cues.
Wanted to have a good night and get along with your friends
So how'd we get in a fight, like every night out ends?
Shutting down now
Can't understand those band geeks
(They make me anxious. I wanna get away)
Driving faster
I control the wheel
(Can't catch my thoughts now. They're racing and I feel...)
All my confusion starts to disappear.
Driving cross-country makes decisions clear.
Like being a badass, racing from cops
I bend the rules, but break at all rest stops.
I wrestled a goat to defend my own - proof I am getting stronger!
Alpha female
Sparring without gloves
(This one has horns, but she doesn't want my love.)
Tapping out now
Good-bye perfect day
(No worries, this time)
It's time to get off the train. I know this time it's for real.
You helped as much as you could, now it's your time to heal.
I think I owe the East Coast another try.
Can't always run away, can't always say goodbye.
I'm home. Maybe not okay. But home.
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There are the standard ways to lose your mind -
paranoia and breakfast conversations with the divine.
You can finally admit defeat when you froth at the mouth and suck on a teat
like in the Grapes of Wrath and any book by Toni Morrison.
Killing people you don't know. Killing people who love you
is a sure way for the crazy to show but there are funner options in front of you.
What matters is the time you're having.
Why cave in to the depths of a funk.
Why scare loved ones if no one is laughing
when you can cave in the skull of a skunk.
Then you could be crazy in a good way.
When you're asked if you told everyone your grandson is gay, call them a liar.
Don't just sit and wait for the end of your days, light the match to set your world on fire.
Why waste life wanting to die, you know we'll all die anyway.
Better to be crazy in a good way.
Crazy in a good way.
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If he won't listen to what you say
have Framsky walk through the doorway.
This Canadian is soft and rich.
Clearly he's never tasted a Fat Bitch.
And with a voice that sounds like Potsy's
he insults you as the hoi polloi.
We're real Jersey kids with real problems and shit,
and we don't stand around singing songs of joy.
He doesn't know of Framksy's habit
of overreacting to small things.
Of making things out to be symbolic
of how his entire life is going.
He may as well be from a different planet
where dreams aren't just to be destroyed
not like real Jersey kids with real problems and shit
who don't stand around singing songs of joy.
I'm in your house motherfucker.
This is a bad idea I'm about to do.
My name is Framsky; his name is Framsky; his name is Framksy too.
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If you say grandma haunts your house
If you say your grandson’s gay
If you light your lawn on fire
People call you cray-zy
It’s so easy to be down
It’s so hard to be free
It’s better to be odd
When you’re over 83
Loneliness breeds feelings
That were never meant to be
So you ought to find some joy
In scaring family
CHORUS
Being weird is better than being sad
It’s better than being blue
It’s better than being boring
Being sad is worse than crashing cars
It’s worse than getting old
And worth the cost of your grandson’s fragile, developing egos
I don’t advocate being reckless
I don’t think you need a shrink
Weird people are just awkward people
Who don’t give a fuck what you think
CHORUS
Being weird is better than being sad
It’s better than being blue
It’s better than being boring
Being sad is worse than getting old
It’s worse than crashing cars
It’s worse than a long, awkward silence, followed by death.
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Jonathan Mann - Koozo
02:22
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Believe me I know that things can get bad
Sometimes I feel like I’m over my head
Since the day I was born my life's been so absurd
The one thing that saves me is something you said
Chorus:
It’s all a bad idea that I’m about to do
The future’s meaningless but I will follow through
I will follow through
I pray for the strength at the end of my days
To strike the match that will set this place ablaze
I've missed every moment to just walk away
When the whole world's on fire I'll have to be brave
(Chorus)
I drive in my car and I talk to myself
Alone on the road with the gas and the brakes
I stay on the highway until I can think
Three thousand miles is all that it takes
And one day you and everyone will start to see the way
I’m a driving prodigy I don’t care what you say
The cops can try to catch me I can try to get away
The peak of evolution or a self-destructive game
One night I drove to the side of a bridge
The Hackensack river was waiting below
I saw my reflection it made me feel sick
But I couldn't manage to let myself go
(Chorus)
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We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more
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