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Lori Beth Denberg
03:16
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I need that vital information
Like I'm Lori Beth Denberg
All this shit I wish that I
Had remembered
Now I'm feeling like Billy Madison
Because I think I blew it
Feeling like Billy Madison
But with less going on for him
And it feels as if I'm wasting away
Just like yesterday
I don't want to waste away
No more yesterday
I hope I still got my receipt on me
I'm trying to return some time
Turns out it's non-refundable:
Looks like I'll have to live with mine
And seems every decision that I make,
Going through one door closes the others
In five years time I don't want to look back
And think I should have picked another
So help me out almighty Lori Beth Denberg,
Give me that vital information so I get the right thoughts heard
The church of Lori Beth is in session
And we're reading from the scriptures of "Vital Information"
Talking to my goddess and savior, my LBD
Just tell me what's going on with me
Oh my goddess and my savior, my LBD
Just tell me what's going on with me
Because like her you're "All That,"
Talking Nick in the 90's
And we've been through all that,
Used to talk all through the nights and
Now I look back:
We're at different life stages
But which one is the main?
And which one's my mother's basement?
Sometimes wasting away
But I don't want to do that
Sometimes losing a day
I forget to interact
So no more yesterdays
Forget them, they're gone
Flush 'em away, down the drain
And into a song
No more yesterday:
The Lori Beth Denberg way.
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2. |
Tennessee
03:36
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My mind is open next to me in Tennessee.
Wide awake I'll see.
And it feels like I'm choking, but much less harshly
Like a scratch in my throat that builds up slowly
Can't clear it our drown it out, squeezes on my vocal cords
Limiting vibrations so I can't speak anymore
And the air is toxic, heavy, and full of spikes
Like that time in first grade when Ricky Feldman left
Spaghetti in his cubby for a week and a half
And no one could breathe
No one could breathe
And it's up to me to look around the room
To see what I can use
To MacGyver some gas masks for us to avoid the fumes
Now that feeling of impending doom—
The bus ride home after getting in trouble
That pit in my stomach that seeds itself
The feeling I used to know all too well
It caries with me, allowing me to think critically
About my actions and what I leave
On others, on myself, on the world itself
Now this is where you leave me in Tennessee...
I'll see reflective eyes of jet black dimes
Compounding picture frames of time
We just want to feel validated
We just want to be validated
In these attempts to time capsule myself
In that moment when I had it figured out
We just want to feel validated
We just want to be validated in Tennessee...
And so many of these times—
Up and down along Southern Midwest lines
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3. |
Stanley Yelnats
03:35
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On that Stanley Yelnats grind, digging myself into holes all day...
And I'm feeling like Stanley Yelnats
Keep digging myself into holes
Don't remember anything from class
But I gotta pretend that I know
And I'm afraid to leave my stoop, feeling like Stoop Kid
Much rather spend the day in bed, dreaming away lucid
And who really cares what my assets add up to?
It's not like I'm getting divorced anytime soon
I walk into class, the students act confused
They think "What's this kid doing in front of the room?
This young, 17 year old looking ass dude"
That's me, but I ain't even mad; it's pretty much the truth
I think I found and been straight chugging from the Fountain of Youth
After living off Ponce all throughout school
Yeah repping that Yelnats tough
Newberry Medal, young Shia LaBeouf
Yelnats in and out again, over my head
Keep digging these holes for me to fit in
And here we go it's time now, keep feeling finer
Climb on out or just push through and say whaddup to China ("Ni Hao")
And I guess that's one way to save on airfare
I'll use it if I ever get to go backpacking there
But first I gotta save that money, work hard, and keep busy
Or think out of the box, like we're watching Playhouse Disney
Like "Out of the box..."
In and out of this proverbial box
Or eating that shit up like it's bagels and lox
Either a hole or a box, it don't matter what
Just tryna think outside it in 3-2-1
Yeah I won't be dug into these holes,
Stanley Yelnats no more
No more the same front and backwards,
Stanley Yelnats no more
STANLEY YELNATS NO MORE!
No more feeling like Stanley Yelnats
Filling back up all these holes
Flip over the hourglass
Reset all the controls
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4. |
Danny DeVito Girl
02:45
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My Danny DeVito girl,
Philly's been less sunny since you've been down here
And maybe that's why it hasn't rained
Even once over these past four bright shining days
And I probably won't be seeing you around
Because you're always the smallest person in the crowd
So we'll let our phones die and kiss each other goodbye
Because you got to go back to Philly and return their sunshine
My little Danny DeVito girl
At four-ten-and-a-quarter-inch,
Do you know how tall Danny DeVito is?
It don't matter, you're still my little Danny DeVito girl
And overall I think it was overalls
That brought us together
As I rolled real hard and bopped along
Wondering how music could get any better
Been chewing on the same gum
For hours and hours of dehydrated fun
Just wishing my little Danny DeVito girl
Had been in more of them
Because at four-ten-and-a-quarter-inch
Do you know how tall Danny DeVito is?
It don't matter, you're still my little Danny DeVito girl
And you'll always be my little Danny DeVito girl
So goodbye, until next time my Danny DeVito girl
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5. |
Chewing Gum
04:13
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I can't blow a bubble when I'm chewing gum
And when I tie my shoes, two loops, can't do just one
And I don't care about sports, and I'm not good at sports
Unless you count swimming and, well, most people don't
And I can't grow a beard and I don't care about cars
And I don't know how to not be a douche when playing the guitar
So bombastic, a spastic pragmatic
Running it down over and over and over again
And now they're waiting for me to go
They're waiting for me to shut up and leave you alone
They're waiting for me to go
But first I gotta know from you for sure
Because you were always the best at those slow ballads:
Your voice making our jaws drop—unhinged with a crack
But we both know that was never my thing, oh no
We both know I never was good at that
Always covering up my singing and shitty production
With these corny one-liners to make you laugh
Trying to be your set-in injection of serotonin
Without you even knowing
Because I know I blew it
I know I let it slip away from me
Icarus, nothing left to it but to think
And think and think through perfect timing
And now I know through night projections on my blank walls
And now I know through these nonexistent Florida falls
And now I know it's easier not to know, or to even think,
Or to introspect everything like me
So I'm waiting for you to go
I'm waiting for you, almost about to explode
I'm waiting for you to go
And I have to know
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6. |
Subtle Accuracy
01:48
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Clouds like paper half through a shredder
And pulled listlessly on kite strings
All around me
Selfishly selfless yet now safe underneath
This canopy suspended over me
And all around me
With eyes peeled deep, I return critically
Hunting white elephants with subtle accuracy
And I read it out loud
And I play the crowd
And I feel what they want
And I hear what they see
Just want it all to click
Reach out for you and me
And I find it somehow
Forget about it for now
Because we just want that feeling
Too bad it's always so fleeting
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Natty Ward New York, New York
Sounds like your summer camp counselor when he's off the clock
New music: feelloudly.bandcamp.com
Contact: nattywardmusic@gmail.com
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