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Yeah. Random talking Going up the coast Gonna make the most of a family vacation far across the nation oh Don't even know What we're doing or where we're going We're going to California Continued one person conversation Going up the coast Gonna make the most of a family vacation far across the nation oh Don't even know What we're doing or where we're going We're going to California More talking Going up the coast Gonna make the most of a family vacation far across the nation oh Don't even know What we're doing or where we're going We're going to California

abc/cb Cells degenerating I am fragility Born to pain And end the same Lost to infinity I got the blues The short lived human blues So quick to come and go So much we’ll never know blues Sun becomes a giant Helium begins to fuse Photo-sphere Will make it here There’s nothing we can do I got the blues The solar system’s dying blues In seven billion years I’ll be gettin’ outta here blues Dark energy increasing pressure on the rise galaxies To the smallest things Ripped to their demise I got the blues The universe is dying blues Massive singularity, infinite dark energy blues Maybe a god will destroy it angry deity Burn creation Or salvation We'll have to wait and see I got the blues The afraid of the twilight blues The wrath of god By fire or flood blues Existential ennui A touch of the absurd Nihilism, symbolism Ides and words I got the blues The lack of understanding blues Knowledge is lost me Drowning in philosophy So quick to come and go So much we’ll never know In seven billion years I’ll be gettin’ outta here Massive singularity infinite dark energy Please god don't kill me blues

Hey kid, what are you doing? What did you say to her? You’ve got no earthly reason, No good defense I've heard. I know we’ve taught you better, Never heard us use that word. Hey kid, what are you doing? You’ll get yourself hurt. Don’t call your sister a bitch, I know that seems hard / some / times, You should try to change / your / mind, And think of something better. Don’t scratch that itch, You know there are bet / ter / words, I know that may sound / ab / surd, But try and be more clever. Try and be more clever. Hey kid, what were you thinking? That one’s not yours or mine. you need to do some digging, And try to redefine, How you react in anger, And where to draw the line. Hey kid, what were you thinking? That girl is twice your size. Don’t call your sister a bitch, I know that seems hard / some / times, You should try to change / your / mind, And think of something better. Don’t scratch that itch, You know there are bet / ter / words, I know that may sound / ab / surd, But try and be more clever. Try and be more clever. Daughter, Oh daughter. You really know How to push, Your brother. Daughter. And daughter, don’t be a bitch, I know that seems hard / some / times, He is quite as / in / ine Just like his father. And it’s not a glitch, You two are still / so / young, You'll need to mind / your / tongues For here and now you’re tethered. Don’t call your sister a bitch, That’s a power you / can’t / add, You need to have / her / back, You are her older brother. You are each other’s niche, Born of the same flesh / and / blood, And it won't always / be / good But you need to love each other. You need to love each other.

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Adroit Andy and his Andalusian Ambled along the alley Always asking, always answering Availing all to his Athalie Callous cur of cretin Carl crashing crudely ‘cross his course Culling the cool and ceremony casual callin’ his quarter horse Cuts to the quick, keeps quippin’, keeps cuttin' cat-callin’ and cursin' Causing chaos and callous conduct towards each and every person Andy answers this anomaly Now hold your horses Don't get blue in the face There's no elephant in this room This thing's a piece of cake There's no dilly in my dally I'm always right on time Andy delivers deft derision Discernment denied delay Dealing, adjudicating his decision Drawing down, declaring the day Carl rallies, rolls 'round Roscoe's rear end revving his recourse Reviving his retribution or redemption requiring remorse Revolvers rear round, rushing, rusty barrels ready for burstin' Ready hammer, trigger, reality raids and trades reviling any reversion Carl curses with clear eyed calm Now hold your horses Don't get blue in the face There's no elephant in this room This thing's a piece of cake There's no dilly in my dally I'm always right on time Adroit Andy and Cretin Carl stare each other down One wonders aloud to the other "What was that sound?" "The yell singing, a man's voice, so un-profound?" "Yes, the one shouting idioms aloud." "None of this makes any sense." Now hold your horses Don't get blue in the face There's no elephant in this room This thing's a piece of cake There's no dilly in my dally I'm always right on time

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