I don’t have an important thought.
People listen to me like I was a god.
My drunken ramblings, shallow and wrong,
Stick in peoples heads where they don’t belong.
Don’t listen to me, I have nothing to say.
I wish all the words would just go away.
My little brain doesn’t have much mass,
Sometimes when I talk it’s like passing gas.
I’m getting tired of all this shit.
People say I rhyme like a cheesy poet.
Doesn’t anyone know, can’t you understand?
I don’t wanna be a dramatic man.
I think life is supposed to be fun.
That’s all I want for everyone!
Australian shambolic pop that uses the generic trope of deadpan ennui to evoke bleak dystopia rather than the usual sunny slacker world. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2016
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