a classic children’s read-along by Vantana Row
“Summon Nymphs”
One by one, they shout my name
When I’m asleep, I hear them calling
I think it used to bother me..
Over time, they become part of me
Gay
Is it desperation for affection that causes a soul to split?
‘Who shall we become?’
Lying in bed at ten years old, whispering to ourself about life,
‘Who shall we become?’
(It was, like, a whole cast and crew, cause we were making a movie.
Nobody really knew what the fuck the movie was about)
“God & Crack”
(I came in from another dimension
Finding my mention, trying to save the day)
Why do mammals?
And then with entry to the park, we skate
Skate
Have you ever wanted to fuckin die?
When clovers love clovers
A girl loves a guy
I’m happy I murdered myself in time for the new year
Shot slides down my throat everytime I wish I was a real boy
And I’m not, I know
“Sachiko Drippin Jelly”
Oh, great root of wisdom, I command the head of Shania Twain
I’m interested in the accident from fifty five years ago
Was it really the principal?
Was it the principle of the thing?
I’ll just get better, if I get out of it
..If I get out of it
“Who The Fuck Is Robert Soley?”
Gaze up at the sun: I think I see me
Find meaning in life: It’s all about me
Try to count the stars, like celebrities
Find my long lost gun and use it on me
And use it on me
“That Girl On The Poster Is A Guy And He’s So Hawt”
Comin’ outta the grave
Cause I’m startin’ to swirl in a mountain of cake
Grab the girls and let’s chill in a bottle, we bathe
This pain is eternal
I feel so good right now
I feel so good right now
“Most Of My Friends Work At Chipotle”
(I wanna save da day.
I wanna save da day)
Mommy’s a boy, long curly locks
I start hating my voice
I start hating my life
Mommy’s a boy, long curly locks
Just write something down to give me a purpose,
A reason to live
Meaning to life now, is keep living it
Just give them some shit
(that I thought to say, yeah)
“Tap Water On The Roxx”
(You know what, I’m happy; happy-were)
My mom, Jesus and God sitting at the table
I snort heroine off the surface of the earth
I love my country
Music loves the sound of country music
I love the taste of tyranny artificially inseminating me
I wanna ‘no’, a ‘yes’ or both
If we are climbing, let me down now
I want it low
I wanna low and to this high, I say goodbye
My mom, Jesus and God sitting at the table
I take out my plastic packet of fluoride to mix with my bottled water
I love my western town
Music loves the western sound
I love the taste of cow
It’s the taste of a generation
“Footballs Catchin Bodies In The Friend-Zone (ft. Yung Daplord)”
Ay, yeah, that’s that friend-zone
Now you all alone, sittin’ there in that friend-zone
How much time does it take to murder, hypothetically, 1.8 million people?
Is there a world record?
Is there a world record for that?
New Years Eve, we stand with barside drink
Everyone explaining how they’re just some voices in my head
Then we all drink
Surprising company
All these voices within me speak of the beauty this evening as we gaze
How much time does it take to murder, hypothetically, 1.8 million people?
Is there a world record?
Is there a world record for that?
I wake up every morning, bleeding from every orifice
I’m just kidding but it ain’t no lie, baby, you will die
“I’ve Never Tried To Get An Abortion In Another State”
(goddamn, you guys know how to have some fun)
When you comin’ over for a Lake Tahoe vacation?
I know you want some of what
I got it for ya
Got somethin for ya
Over here we love ya
Big girl got a gun
He got somethin’ for ya
She just wanna have fun
Let’s get cheerful and gay
Before one of us just kills ya
“Capitalism Tastes Like Sugar”
(Family)
You’re the one I write about
(Two million, six hundred, three thousand, forty sisters)
You’re the one I write
You’re the one I write about
Rain is only awesome if you have a warm place to live
You’re the warm I rain about
Fashion is different, depends on how much money you have
It’s all you complain about
(Two million, six hundred, three thousand, forty sisters)
When will it die?
When will we be free?
You’re the one I write about
“You Live In Fiction, I Live In The Past”
Remind me when I die, I’ll finally cry
Funeral: it’s mine
And I told you to wear white
When it is my time, I’ll take all the time
I want some wine, like I drink blood
Tastes like someone I know
You know why I think such; sounds like a song I wrote
I want some wine, like I drink blood
Tastes like someone I know
You know I think so much; sounds like a song I wrote
“Breakfast Crew (Tribute to Rugby)”
Meow
Reor
A balanced meal for two
When I wake up at noon
Candied bacon for Jens Lekman too
The French are dark that way
She has to have a taste
Blooming tea, we watch it steep
It’s neat!
We share delicious food
When I wake up with you
Breakfast Crew!
She used a tiny spoon
After her rendezvous
Cat, a flapjack, chat to match that too
Bite size frosted wheat,
1/4 daily zinc
Lightly sweetened for Bob Evans too
Folate, Niacin, Magnesium, Iron, Thiamin, Phosphorous, Potassium
Cinnamon for memory
Calcium for bone health
Imagination and development
A balanced meal for two
Rivermont Avenue
Despite the fights we eat what’s right
The crew, me and you
You’ve heard it before and it’s true
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day
With six grams of fiber per serving
It has the power to bring out the best in your day
Vantana Row 