1. |
Deedee Is A Doctor Now
04:28
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She read, she read, she read
Nine different articles
She said, she said, she said
“Now I’m an oracle”
You can’t stop her
Laptop, sir
She got the good wifi
Down at the Red Lobster
She got she got underground informations
From righteous folks on the radio stations
Deedee is a doctor now
But her mama don’t know it (scooby doo)
She got plethoras of evidence
Just don’t ask her to show it (deet n Deedee)
Nobody can stop her now
The magnificent Deedee (woo woo woo woo)
Knowledgable out the ass
So you better get ready
She knows, she knows, she knows
All terminology
About, about, about
Immunopathology
No facts though
‘Cause Deedee don’t need those
She only got love fo
The interweb talk shows
She got she got underground informations
From righteous folks on the radio stations
Deedee is a doctor now
And you better believe it (scooby doo)
She got fascinating rationale
And you’re gonna receive it (deet n Deedee)
Nobody can stop her now
The omnipotent Deedee (woo woo woo woo)
She plays a synthesizer, too
So you better get ready
Her brain is at the apogee
(The magnificent Deedee)
A genius in her Dungarees
(The omnipotent Deedee)
She buzzing like a bumblebee
(The magnificent Deedee)
That shirt look just like a potpourri
(The omnipotent Deedee)
The woman of the century
(The magnificent Deedee)
She begin you to disagree
(The omnipotent Deedee)
She’ll go upside you head with the third degree
(The magnificent Deedee)
Don’t you dare question her authority
(The omnipotent)
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2. |
Please Be Immortal
03:31
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Nothing lasts forever
Some things they don’t even last a day
Can’t hold on to nothin
All that is evaporates away
Every time I think I got a handle on what’s right in front go me
It slips right through my fingers
Like a breath of air
So in my infinite wisdom I just move on to the next mirage
And act surprised when nothing’s there
Where did you go?
Why can’t you stay?
Please be immortal for one more day
Dude in my mirror
What did he say?
Please be immortal
Immortal
We’re all scared of one thing
Life is such a slippery affair
Can’t take nothing with you
Yesterday was never even there
Every time I think I got a handle on what’s right in front go me
It slips right through my fingers
Like a breath of air
So in my infinite wisdom I just move on to the next mirage
And act surprised when nothing’s there
Where did you go?
Why can’t you stay?
Please be immortal for one more day
Dude in my mirror
What did he say?
Please be immortal
Immortal
Your grip is much too tight so let go
With or without, with or without you
Water’s gonna flow
Somebody stop the moon and stars
So things will stay just as they are
Where did you go?
Why can’t you stay?
Please be immortal for one more day
Dude in my mirror
What did he say?
Please be immortal
Immortal
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3. |
Indonesia
04:31
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You let me down, Indonesia
I really thought you were the one
You were my pearl in the ocean
You were my rising sun
You said you loved me
You said you needed me
You said you don’t want me to never ever change
You gave me fire in my belly
And tingles in my chest
Turns out that I was wrong about ya
You’re just like all the rest
You masquerader
You fabricater
I hope I never see your pretty face again
You let me down, Indonesia
You let me down Indonesia
You were my heart's anesthesia
You let me down, Indonesia
I thought we’d be together forever
I just got, what do they call it?
Rick-Rolled by love
And who’da thunk that a south Asian island
Filled with duplicitous flim-flam
Could break my heart
Just stop your cryin’, Indonesia
Aint coming back to you (oh no no nooo)
Deep down I know you’ll find another
Gullible mutha-sucka to pursue
(Aww yeah, mutha-sucka)
You took my Lincolns
Seduced my thinkins
And now I don’t know if I’ll ever love again
You let me down, Indonesia
Y
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4. |
Dude Loquacious
04:46
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Once upon a midday dreary
I regrettably said the words: “what’s going on, Brad”
He proceeded to remove my ears
With his conjunctions and his nouns
This animated trombonist
Playing to Charlie Brown
So pull up a chair ‘cause we’re
Probably gonna be here for a while
Don’t get him started
My dude Loquacious
That stream of consciousness
Is always tenacious
Catatonic as I’m nodding my head
‘cause all I wanna do is go to bed
Look out for my dude Loquacious
He might just be the Medusa of smalltalk
As soon as he sees you, your night will turn to stone
It’s been forty seven minutes now
Attention’s hanging by a thread
Now all I see is a motor
That used to be his head
So pull up a chair ‘cause we’re
Probably gonna be here for a while
Don’t get him started
My dude Loquacious
You can try to step away
But that won’t be efficacious
All he wants to do is chit chit chit chat
I guess there’s really nothing wrong with that
Look out for my dude Loquacious
Don’t get him started
My dude Loquacious
Am I still standing here?
My goodness gracious
Oh my god when will he STFU
I got a million other things to do
Look out for my dude Loquacious
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5. |
Sense of Time
03:10
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Chaos is a law of nature,
Order is a dream of man
Timing is skillful rhythm
Random is the grand design
At the speed of time
And every day we piss away the things we treasure
I cannot find
A sense of time
Sometimes when the elements line up just right
You’ll find the time and the place is wrong
In the nick of time
And every day we piss away the things we treasure
Where can I find
A sense of time?
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Don’t touch me
Don’t go outside
Don’t show your face to anyone
It’s on the door locks
It’s in the air
It’s on my pizza box
It’s in my hair
They bring the food to the door
We sanitize all the floors
Everyone’s anxious and bored
Ain’t got no life anymore
Down here in Cootie Times
We’re binging reruns
We’re binging wine
We’re binging all the snacks
That we can find
Ain’t got no yoga class
No more namaste
Ain’t got no happy hour to wash my tears away
Can’t see my family and friends
We talk whenever we can
Forget my name now and then
When is this shit gonna end
We’re stuck here in Cootie Times
Sometimes a bat, a rat, a red and white hat
Can bring a civilization to its knees
I hope that when it’s done and we can see the sun
You put my life above yo god damn liberty
Down here in Cootie Times
Stuck here in Cootie Times
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7. |
Towermaker
04:02
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Instrumental
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8. |
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I left my couch in Panama
Down south in Panama
I left her in a storage locker
Down by the riverside
Wish I had the chance to tell her
"Sorry I left you behind"
I miss my couch in Panama
Way down in Panama
I miss that black Italian leather
Short little stubby legs
Maybe I will go back and get her
And we'll be together again
I bought that couch in Panama
She stayed in Panama
I guess I'll just forget about her
Leave it all in the past
Maybe I'm better off without her
Leather's way too cold on my ass
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Keith Horn Los Angeles, California
Keith Horn is a composer and musician from Los Angeles.
A native of Michigan, Horn is a TV
animation composer by day, a songwriter by night, and an occasional insomniac by really late at night. He currently resides the in Los Angeles area.
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