All I Could Do lyrics - Kimya Dawson
I had a show a few weeks ago
its getting harder and harder to sing
and it is hard to focus on my guitar
playing when inside a baby is kicking
At first I was sad and scared
cause this is all I know how to do
then John and Peter played standing up
sometimes something will change and that change
will change you.
then I thought back to six years ago
when Brian Pilkton told me to play
he gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar
before that all I could do was count days.
then I thought back to before my coma
rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates
all that I knew how to do was put cigarettes
out on my self, I took pills and I drank.
and I thought back to when I was 15
how I was squeaky clean, and I wanted to die
I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness
all that I could do was keep living a lie.
then I think back to that 12 year old poet
how she didn't know it was what she would be
all she could do was hide under her bed
scared to death that somebody might read her diary
see I have changed and I'll keep on changing
and maybe my songwriting will suffer
but its okay if at the end of the day
all i can do next is just be a good mother
its okay if at the end of the day all i can do next
is be a good mother.
its getting harder and harder to sing
and it is hard to focus on my guitar
playing when inside a baby is kicking
At first I was sad and scared
cause this is all I know how to do
then John and Peter played standing up
sometimes something will change and that change
will change you.
then I thought back to six years ago
when Brian Pilkton told me to play
he gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar
before that all I could do was count days.
then I thought back to before my coma
rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates
all that I knew how to do was put cigarettes
out on my self, I took pills and I drank.
and I thought back to when I was 15
how I was squeaky clean, and I wanted to die
I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness
all that I could do was keep living a lie.
then I think back to that 12 year old poet
how she didn't know it was what she would be
all she could do was hide under her bed
scared to death that somebody might read her diary
see I have changed and I'll keep on changing
and maybe my songwriting will suffer
but its okay if at the end of the day
all i can do next is just be a good mother
its okay if at the end of the day all i can do next
is be a good mother.
The Mare And The Bear lyrics - Kimya Dawson
There's a mare at the fair
On the merry-go-round
I rode the mare up and down
And around and around
There was a bear at the fair
And he had a lot of hair
And the bear rode the ferris wheel
With the mare
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
There was a dog at the fair
With the shaggy brown hair
He rode the merry-go-round
With the mare and the bear
Ay the carnival princess
Was also there
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
There was a cat at the fair
With the jet black hair
He went to the show
With the princess, dog, mare and the bear
They were in the circle pit
And they didn't have a care
As they danced all around
With their fists in the air
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
On the merry-go-round
I rode the mare up and down
And around and around
There was a bear at the fair
And he had a lot of hair
And the bear rode the ferris wheel
With the mare
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
There was a dog at the fair
With the shaggy brown hair
He rode the merry-go-round
With the mare and the bear
Ay the carnival princess
Was also there
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
There was a cat at the fair
With the jet black hair
He went to the show
With the princess, dog, mare and the bear
They were in the circle pit
And they didn't have a care
As they danced all around
With their fists in the air
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
And they were friends forever
Year 10 lyrics - Kimya Dawson
It is year 10 and I'm a baby again
I need my friends like I did back then
To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
'Cause if it's not one thing, don't you know it's another?
You can be sober and not recover
And the soul that's hurting just keeps on searching
For ways to fill the emptiness but the pit is bottomless
You can't fill it with hugs
You can't fill it with drugs
You can't fill it with booze
You can't fill it with food
You can't fill it with isolation
You can't fill it with self-mutilation
You can't fill it by always running away
You can't fill it by finally deciding to stay
if you're like me, an addictive personality
then you got to admit that you're powerless
over everything you're compulsive with
Even if you feel like you reveal not a lot
But there's still things you conceal
Stop living for pretend, live for 'for real'
Just let it go so you can heal
It is year 10 and I'm a baby again
I need my friends like I did back then
To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
It is year 10 and I'm a baby again
I need my friends like I did back then
To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
I need my friends like I did back then
To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
'Cause if it's not one thing, don't you know it's another?
You can be sober and not recover
And the soul that's hurting just keeps on searching
For ways to fill the emptiness but the pit is bottomless
You can't fill it with hugs
You can't fill it with drugs
You can't fill it with booze
You can't fill it with food
You can't fill it with isolation
You can't fill it with self-mutilation
You can't fill it by always running away
You can't fill it by finally deciding to stay
if you're like me, an addictive personality
then you got to admit that you're powerless
over everything you're compulsive with
Even if you feel like you reveal not a lot
But there's still things you conceal
Stop living for pretend, live for 'for real'
Just let it go so you can heal
It is year 10 and I'm a baby again
I need my friends like I did back then
To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
It is year 10 and I'm a baby again
I need my friends like I did back then
To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
Miami Advice lyrics - Kimya Dawson
I was feeling master blasted lost my id, my anti-entity
And just because it's real to you it isn't not pretend to me
And did you know my Elbro taught me positively everything
I never didn't know about double negativity
Have you been unfollowed for misogynistic dickiness
Sitting home alone in a pool of your own stickiness
Jerking off to your own tweets I found on the share
While you insult everybody else for what they write on twitter
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
For when your hand is down your pants and there's a gun between your eyes
And she cocks it the minute you cream your jeans
You say "Baby do you wanna ride my sound machine?"
She'll say "No" but she'll laugh and drop the gun I think?
And say "Do you wanna hear the story behind my new ink?"
And she'll say "Hey little man why can't you see there is no spark
Take off your socks put on your shoes and go get eaten by a shark"
If I don't set aside time for writing songs I go insane
The stuff that's left unsaid just turns to static in my brain
It's hard to get things done when my head is full of craziness
Its when I am the busiest that I seem the laziest
I'm sending off my monkeys on the backs of the pink elephants
So it doesn't matter if my lyrics are irrelevant
Tossing out my thoughts like handfuls of confetti
Add a little strummy strum and I feel better already
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
I was feeling overrated, I was feeling under smarted
When you looked me in the eyes and then it smelled like someone farted
Was it man or was it beast or was it just my upper lip
Was it an Olympia hippie or just a New York City hipster?
What's the difference?
As well all try hard to make this world better
If it's thrift or if it's vintage it's still your grandpa's sweater
Either way three cheers for you
Cause its better to reuse than to support the corporations buying crap they mass produce
You think you think you think you think I'm preaching to the choir but I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
We are all birds, birds of a different feather, we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together
[repeat]
We are all in this together
And just because it's real to you it isn't not pretend to me
And did you know my Elbro taught me positively everything
I never didn't know about double negativity
Have you been unfollowed for misogynistic dickiness
Sitting home alone in a pool of your own stickiness
Jerking off to your own tweets I found on the share
While you insult everybody else for what they write on twitter
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
For when your hand is down your pants and there's a gun between your eyes
And she cocks it the minute you cream your jeans
You say "Baby do you wanna ride my sound machine?"
She'll say "No" but she'll laugh and drop the gun I think?
And say "Do you wanna hear the story behind my new ink?"
And she'll say "Hey little man why can't you see there is no spark
Take off your socks put on your shoes and go get eaten by a shark"
If I don't set aside time for writing songs I go insane
The stuff that's left unsaid just turns to static in my brain
It's hard to get things done when my head is full of craziness
Its when I am the busiest that I seem the laziest
I'm sending off my monkeys on the backs of the pink elephants
So it doesn't matter if my lyrics are irrelevant
Tossing out my thoughts like handfuls of confetti
Add a little strummy strum and I feel better already
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then what it is concealing
I was feeling overrated, I was feeling under smarted
When you looked me in the eyes and then it smelled like someone farted
Was it man or was it beast or was it just my upper lip
Was it an Olympia hippie or just a New York City hipster?
What's the difference?
As well all try hard to make this world better
If it's thrift or if it's vintage it's still your grandpa's sweater
Either way three cheers for you
Cause its better to reuse than to support the corporations buying crap they mass produce
You think you think you think you think I'm preaching to the choir but I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
We are all birds, birds of a different feather, we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together
[repeat]
We are all in this together
Solid And Strong lyrics - Kimya Dawson
Mama, it is raining leaves,
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town.
I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees,
October on the west side reminds me to fall back east,
'cept I don't feel like falling for,
the feeling that I've gotta fall,
I feel like standing tall,
and getting all of my ducks in a row,
I'm sure some times I'll waver,
but I'll savour good intentions
I know, that progress not perfection is the only way to go,
If I wanna grow,
Gotta prove my soul,
Shed the leaves,
'til I am wet and naked,
Cold and rainy,
So, there's room for those,
Things that wanna grow,
That are beautiful, and amazing.
The days that seem,
The most dreary,
Are perfect for being creative and cosy,
As long as we sing,
Until the Spring,
This Winter can be,
A most magical thing,
And our trunks will be,
Solid and strong,
Even after,
The leaves are all gone,
Our trunks will be,
Solid and strong,
Even after,
The leaves are all gone.
Mama, it is raining leaves,
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town,
Mama, it is raining leaves,
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town...
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town.
I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees,
October on the west side reminds me to fall back east,
'cept I don't feel like falling for,
the feeling that I've gotta fall,
I feel like standing tall,
and getting all of my ducks in a row,
I'm sure some times I'll waver,
but I'll savour good intentions
I know, that progress not perfection is the only way to go,
If I wanna grow,
Gotta prove my soul,
Shed the leaves,
'til I am wet and naked,
Cold and rainy,
So, there's room for those,
Things that wanna grow,
That are beautiful, and amazing.
The days that seem,
The most dreary,
Are perfect for being creative and cosy,
As long as we sing,
Until the Spring,
This Winter can be,
A most magical thing,
And our trunks will be,
Solid and strong,
Even after,
The leaves are all gone,
Our trunks will be,
Solid and strong,
Even after,
The leaves are all gone.
Mama, it is raining leaves,
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town,
Mama, it is raining leaves,
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town...
Zero Or A Zillion lyrics - Kimya Dawson
(Yeah, mother fuckers
Keep the fucking doors set
What
Put your fucking hands down!)
As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced
I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend (yay!)
Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful
"The Ghost of Corporate Future" in my head (my fucking head!)
And as I count the ways that I've said "fuck you" to the man
I don't care who thinks that I've sold out or not
Since going barefoot I feel better
That Regina fucking Spektor is a name I'll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina!)
I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic, sit down shyly at the piano and then start (Wow!)
Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing
They were undeniably straight from the heart (Right from the heart!)
And the music
It doesn't change
No, songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
Yeah, the music
It doesn't change
No, songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
I have a friend named Eva, seventeen
She's a soprano, she sings opera with a voice that makes me cry (cry!)
But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her shit
I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes (eyes!)
And feel the vibration of her voice inside her chest without worrying about who thinks that--who thinks who's the best
While at time when there are people who think that it's not enough and there are people who think that I've went too far (too far!)
All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal
And I traded in my meds for a guitar
There's so much depression nowadays in adolescents
And with all the social pressure that makes sense
But music shouldn't be the problem
Music should be the solution
And only a positive experience (experience!)
Because the music
It doesn't change
No, the songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
No, the music
It doesn't change
No, the songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening (tell 'em!)
I have a friend named Johnny D
His band is Tin Tree Factory
Everything he does is gold to me
And it's on archive.org for free
Yes!
W-W-W-DOT-A-R-C-H-I-V-E-DOT-O-R-G
I like sittin' on the floor watchin' Johnny play
On his knees, on a carpet
Not on a stage
In front of a fire, in a living room
Cozy and warm full of potluck food
But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge
I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny!)
His songs are smart, important, brave
Wanting that to myself would be totally lame (lame!)
I don't claim to be Regina's only true fan
Just because I knew her way back when
And if you think Cat Stevens couldn't be my god
'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
I bought all his albums
I listened, I cried
Teaser and the Firecat changed my life
I painted a firecat on my jean jacket
Drew "Peace Train"s on my homework packet
I'm still listening to "The Wind (of my Soul)"
And I'm a hard headed woman, so I've been told
Yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears
If Michael Jackson's hits make him less sacred
Then you taking your clothes off makes me less naked
When what each preach, I'll make it or break it
Do you wanna abstain? (Uh, no.)
Repeat after me
You can like what you like
You can like what you like
And let them like what they like
And let them like what they like
You can like what you like
You can like what you like
And let them like what they like
And let them like what they like
Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom
Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-boom-boom
(And they, and they...
Like, like...
Like it!)
I love you, Mikey!
Keep the fucking doors set
What
Put your fucking hands down!)
As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced
I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend (yay!)
Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful
"The Ghost of Corporate Future" in my head (my fucking head!)
And as I count the ways that I've said "fuck you" to the man
I don't care who thinks that I've sold out or not
Since going barefoot I feel better
That Regina fucking Spektor is a name I'll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina!)
I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic, sit down shyly at the piano and then start (Wow!)
Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing
They were undeniably straight from the heart (Right from the heart!)
And the music
It doesn't change
No, songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
Yeah, the music
It doesn't change
No, songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
I have a friend named Eva, seventeen
She's a soprano, she sings opera with a voice that makes me cry (cry!)
But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her shit
I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes (eyes!)
And feel the vibration of her voice inside her chest without worrying about who thinks that--who thinks who's the best
While at time when there are people who think that it's not enough and there are people who think that I've went too far (too far!)
All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal
And I traded in my meds for a guitar
There's so much depression nowadays in adolescents
And with all the social pressure that makes sense
But music shouldn't be the problem
Music should be the solution
And only a positive experience (experience!)
Because the music
It doesn't change
No, the songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
No, the music
It doesn't change
No, the songs remain the same
Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening (tell 'em!)
I have a friend named Johnny D
His band is Tin Tree Factory
Everything he does is gold to me
And it's on archive.org for free
Yes!
W-W-W-DOT-A-R-C-H-I-V-E-DOT-O-R-G
I like sittin' on the floor watchin' Johnny play
On his knees, on a carpet
Not on a stage
In front of a fire, in a living room
Cozy and warm full of potluck food
But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge
I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny!)
His songs are smart, important, brave
Wanting that to myself would be totally lame (lame!)
I don't claim to be Regina's only true fan
Just because I knew her way back when
And if you think Cat Stevens couldn't be my god
'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
I bought all his albums
I listened, I cried
Teaser and the Firecat changed my life
I painted a firecat on my jean jacket
Drew "Peace Train"s on my homework packet
I'm still listening to "The Wind (of my Soul)"
And I'm a hard headed woman, so I've been told
Yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears
If Michael Jackson's hits make him less sacred
Then you taking your clothes off makes me less naked
When what each preach, I'll make it or break it
Do you wanna abstain? (Uh, no.)
Repeat after me
You can like what you like
You can like what you like
And let them like what they like
And let them like what they like
You can like what you like
You can like what you like
And let them like what they like
And let them like what they like
Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom
Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-boom-boom
(And they, and they...
Like, like...
Like it!)
I love you, Mikey!
Same Shit / Complicated lyrics - Kimya Dawson
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you
You were starched and pressed, they were all disheveled
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and they said
"I know we're not fancy but we're on the same level
We've got plans, big plans! We're gonna change the world
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze
Make money feel spent and
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day."
Then you look at them without batting an eye and say
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie-dye?
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change
Are you and all your little friends exactly the same?
You sit around in potlucks, pointing fingers, placing blame
Drinking kombucha and eating tempeh and
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day."
If you are judging them while they are judging you
And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too
Do we argue with each other until we both turn blue or
Find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me
Doesn't mean they are a clone or a sheep
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream
And they love their friends and their family
Yeah, some people thrive between nine and five
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied
And some people feel as if they're gonna die if
Their seams aren't straight and their shoes not tied
Some people like business, some people like numbers
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss
Some people without one feel totally lost
To make this world work, it takes all different kinds
We all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds
So it doesn't make sense to generalize
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes
We need more compassion, we need to be kind
If you open your heart, you might like what you find
Cause there are some nice bus drivers, and there's some mean bus drivers
And there's some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers
Just because you got a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you
Like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really liked
Or maybe they are really shy, don't know how to socialize
May just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified
But if we learn to empathize, the resentments will vaporize
Situations metamorphize before our very eyes
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated
When we realize that everyone is really complicated
We are all so complicated
We are all so complicated
I am also complicated
I am also complicated
I'm a black mom, a lactivist, a home-owning punk
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk
I drive a mini-van, and I've got junk in the trunk
I think Danny DeVito is a total hunk
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender
I fight for equal rights, and I fight for inner peace
And I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop
Cause I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what
By the time that I am finished, you are gonna love these nuts
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit DIY
I don't know the definition of TMI
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log
If you don't like body functions, you shouldn't read my blog
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did
And I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates
I get a little high when I eat dried dates
I feel like I'm unloading when I'm loading up the car
I feel like I'm exploding when I'm holding my guitar
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
Or what sales have to do with happiness
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
If I ever need a tour bus, I'm still gonna drive
Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Yeah, looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by
You were starched and pressed, they were all disheveled
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and they said
"I know we're not fancy but we're on the same level
We've got plans, big plans! We're gonna change the world
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze
Make money feel spent and
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day."
Then you look at them without batting an eye and say
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie-dye?
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change
Are you and all your little friends exactly the same?
You sit around in potlucks, pointing fingers, placing blame
Drinking kombucha and eating tempeh and
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day."
If you are judging them while they are judging you
And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too
Do we argue with each other until we both turn blue or
Find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me
Doesn't mean they are a clone or a sheep
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream
And they love their friends and their family
Yeah, some people thrive between nine and five
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied
And some people feel as if they're gonna die if
Their seams aren't straight and their shoes not tied
Some people like business, some people like numbers
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss
Some people without one feel totally lost
To make this world work, it takes all different kinds
We all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds
So it doesn't make sense to generalize
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes
We need more compassion, we need to be kind
If you open your heart, you might like what you find
Cause there are some nice bus drivers, and there's some mean bus drivers
And there's some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers
Just because you got a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you
Like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really liked
Or maybe they are really shy, don't know how to socialize
May just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified
But if we learn to empathize, the resentments will vaporize
Situations metamorphize before our very eyes
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated
When we realize that everyone is really complicated
We are all so complicated
We are all so complicated
I am also complicated
I am also complicated
I'm a black mom, a lactivist, a home-owning punk
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk
I drive a mini-van, and I've got junk in the trunk
I think Danny DeVito is a total hunk
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender
I fight for equal rights, and I fight for inner peace
And I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop
Cause I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what
By the time that I am finished, you are gonna love these nuts
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit DIY
I don't know the definition of TMI
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log
If you don't like body functions, you shouldn't read my blog
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did
And I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates
I get a little high when I eat dried dates
I feel like I'm unloading when I'm loading up the car
I feel like I'm exploding when I'm holding my guitar
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
Or what sales have to do with happiness
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
If I ever need a tour bus, I'm still gonna drive
Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Yeah, looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by
I Like My Bike lyrics - Kimya Dawson
I like my car, it's a really good car
I got it at a Farmer's Market from the person who only made it
Maybe someday I'll paint it, odds colors that I like
For now I'll out it in my basket and go for a ride on my bike
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I go so fast
(I go so fast)
I go so far
(I go so far)
I go to the lake, to the school
And the pool and the park [?] trials to the beach
And go back to the market and get a piece of fruit
Put it in my pocket and make it home 'fore dark
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I go so fast
(I go so fast)
I go so far
(I go so far)
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I got it at a Farmer's Market from the person who only made it
Maybe someday I'll paint it, odds colors that I like
For now I'll out it in my basket and go for a ride on my bike
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I go so fast
(I go so fast)
I go so far
(I go so far)
I go to the lake, to the school
And the pool and the park [?] trials to the beach
And go back to the market and get a piece of fruit
Put it in my pocket and make it home 'fore dark
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
I go so fast
(I go so fast)
I go so far
(I go so far)
I like my bike
(I like my bike)
I like my car
(I like my car)
Driving Driving Driving lyrics - Kimya Dawson
I'm not a conspiracy theorist
But I read blogs by scientists and
I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources
Want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria
As the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean
All say "hey, what's this commotion"
And try to get away, they are moving in slow motion
'cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready"
And I'm sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared
To see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air
Where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind
Drop its cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children
And maybe it's the end
I always thought the end of man would be
Exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance
And I always thought that I'd be fine
If this happened in my lifetime
Now that I'm a mother, it is really terrifying
I've always identified with the turtles' soft insides
Because there are times when I really need to hide
But even the strongest, toughest, thickest shell is not designed
To survive
To survive
To survive
Something of this magnitude
Because water is fluid and oil is crude
And it billows way down deep
And it sticks to grains of sand
And it floats up on the surface where the birds all try to land
And it's ruining the marshes, ecosystems are destroyed
And the people all along the gulf coast are now unemployed
While the men who cut the corners still scream
"drill, drill, drill"
From their yachts far away and their mansions on the hill
And they turn away the cameras and scream
"kill, kill, kill"
As they burn endangered sea turtles alive
They're burning turtles alive
And the seas are all connected
And we are all connected
And you're living in denial if you think you won't be affected
You can't hide behind your flag
Because water knows no border
It'll creep in every crevice, it'll seep in every pore
They lie about the damage, the solutions are illusions
There's no cover-up big enough to hide this huge a contusion
On the face of our mother
Yeah, that's right, mother earth
Is the cost of every living thing what your product is worth?
We are all afflicted with an underground addiction
Will our desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction?
The industry's the master and we are all the slaves
And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves
The industry's the master and we are all the slaves
And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves
So we must teach our kids to love themselves
And let them live their lives
What will they be if they grow up?
Whatever they like
It's crucial to raise children who won't do what they're told
Who will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold
I want nothing of this business, I'm staying underground
I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down
We can forage and ride bikes, jump in lakes, go on hikes
We can sing and sing for hours and click 'like' 'like' 'like'
When somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth
It's time to define what success means to you
I hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine
Trapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams
They'll sell us all out for their greed, greed, greed
As we cry for the earth while she bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds
So hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
And try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
I'm not a conspiracy theorist
But I read blogs by scientists and
I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources
Want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria
As the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean
All say "hey, what's this commotion"
And they try to get away, but they are moving in slow motion
'cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready."
But I read blogs by scientists and
I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources
Want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria
As the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean
All say "hey, what's this commotion"
And try to get away, they are moving in slow motion
'cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready"
And I'm sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared
To see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air
Where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind
Drop its cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children
And maybe it's the end
I always thought the end of man would be
Exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance
And I always thought that I'd be fine
If this happened in my lifetime
Now that I'm a mother, it is really terrifying
I've always identified with the turtles' soft insides
Because there are times when I really need to hide
But even the strongest, toughest, thickest shell is not designed
To survive
To survive
To survive
Something of this magnitude
Because water is fluid and oil is crude
And it billows way down deep
And it sticks to grains of sand
And it floats up on the surface where the birds all try to land
And it's ruining the marshes, ecosystems are destroyed
And the people all along the gulf coast are now unemployed
While the men who cut the corners still scream
"drill, drill, drill"
From their yachts far away and their mansions on the hill
And they turn away the cameras and scream
"kill, kill, kill"
As they burn endangered sea turtles alive
They're burning turtles alive
And the seas are all connected
And we are all connected
And you're living in denial if you think you won't be affected
You can't hide behind your flag
Because water knows no border
It'll creep in every crevice, it'll seep in every pore
They lie about the damage, the solutions are illusions
There's no cover-up big enough to hide this huge a contusion
On the face of our mother
Yeah, that's right, mother earth
Is the cost of every living thing what your product is worth?
We are all afflicted with an underground addiction
Will our desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction?
The industry's the master and we are all the slaves
And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves
The industry's the master and we are all the slaves
And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves
So we must teach our kids to love themselves
And let them live their lives
What will they be if they grow up?
Whatever they like
It's crucial to raise children who won't do what they're told
Who will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold
I want nothing of this business, I'm staying underground
I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down
We can forage and ride bikes, jump in lakes, go on hikes
We can sing and sing for hours and click 'like' 'like' 'like'
When somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth
It's time to define what success means to you
I hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine
Trapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams
They'll sell us all out for their greed, greed, greed
As we cry for the earth while she bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds
So hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
And try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
I'm not a conspiracy theorist
But I read blogs by scientists and
I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources
Want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria
As the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean
All say "hey, what's this commotion"
And they try to get away, but they are moving in slow motion
'cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready."
You're In lyrics - Kimya Dawson
Urine, urine
Lots and lots of urine
I need a lot of urine so I can pee on a stick
Urine, urine
There's something in my urine
I never thought my story would twist like this
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
He's a man child, we don't need him
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
You were born to be a mom, I am just a kid
Urine, urine
Lots and lots of urine
I need a lot of urine so I can pee on a stick
Urine, urine
There's something in my urine
I never thought my story would twist like this
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
I'm sorry I was so mean to one of my best friends
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
This knick-knack patty-whack relationship
Urine... I'm in
Lots and lots of urine
I need a lot of urine so I can pee on a stick
Urine, urine
There's something in my urine
I never thought my story would twist like this
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
He's a man child, we don't need him
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
You were born to be a mom, I am just a kid
Urine, urine
Lots and lots of urine
I need a lot of urine so I can pee on a stick
Urine, urine
There's something in my urine
I never thought my story would twist like this
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
I'm sorry I was so mean to one of my best friends
If you're in, you're in, I'm in, I'm in
This knick-knack patty-whack relationship
Urine... I'm in
The Library lyrics - Kimya Dawson (feat. Aesop Rock)
Where better to go with a two-year-old who gets cabin fever when it's raining cold?
Or you could just chill out, no whistles and bells, and read everything by hand with books and wells
We could color with crayons, we could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs, we could read about struggles
You could be a wizard, I could be a muggle
We could sit in the rocking chair and snuggle
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community
You could check your email
You could check out books
You could take things home
Or just sit and look
At magazines, computer screens
There's books on tape, there's DVDs!
There's people there who are ready
To help you find the things you need!
There's fiction, non-fiction, and new releases!
My heart broke into a million little pieces
When I walked in that day and saw the sign that said
You'd be closed for a really, really long time
Desk was made into a makeshift shrine
Checked out all your artwork and I added mine!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community
The grass was heavy! with dewey decimals
When I woke up that morning my fingers trembled
As I reheated my coffee in the microfish, waved goodbye to you
Now here's a greeting card for your catalog
As we start these few chapters of your autobiography
Two months without you was two months too long
We're so happy you're back we wrote you this song!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community
[Aesop Rock:]
Excuse me, hi, this library's groovy
And I always like the book version better than the movie!
But I need a little help 'cuz I'm totally a noobie!
Where can I find all the Bloom comma Judy?
Hey where are all the Judy Bloom books, anyway?
Well, some of her books are in the juvenile section (uh-huh)
and some of them are in the young-adult section (okay)
and some are even in the adult section! (wow!)
All of the fiction books are arranged alphabetically by the author's last name (aaah)
Are you really looking for books just by Judy Bloom, or..are there any particular...
I guess I'd be open for suggestions
Sarah do you have any suggestions?
Well Kelsey, there's Norma Klein or Carolyn Kuni, (okay)
Oh, Sarah Jessin! Jerry Spinelli (yes) Cecil Castoluci (okay),
Don't forget John Green! (okay, I'm writing this..)
Ellen Whitenger (yes) E.L. Koningsburg (yes) Robert Kormye (okay) oh,
Gary Paulson, "Hatchet!" (woah) Beverely Cleary! (uh-huh)
Don't forget about Harriet the Spy! (oh my gosh, hey what about R.L. Stein?)
Oh... GOOSEBUMPS!
There's stuff for babies and stuff for kids
There's stuff for teens and senior citizens
There's stuff for young-adults and middle-agers
'Nuff stuff for all of us to get lost in the pages!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community!
[x2]
Or you could just chill out, no whistles and bells, and read everything by hand with books and wells
We could color with crayons, we could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs, we could read about struggles
You could be a wizard, I could be a muggle
We could sit in the rocking chair and snuggle
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community
You could check your email
You could check out books
You could take things home
Or just sit and look
At magazines, computer screens
There's books on tape, there's DVDs!
There's people there who are ready
To help you find the things you need!
There's fiction, non-fiction, and new releases!
My heart broke into a million little pieces
When I walked in that day and saw the sign that said
You'd be closed for a really, really long time
Desk was made into a makeshift shrine
Checked out all your artwork and I added mine!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community
The grass was heavy! with dewey decimals
When I woke up that morning my fingers trembled
As I reheated my coffee in the microfish, waved goodbye to you
Now here's a greeting card for your catalog
As we start these few chapters of your autobiography
Two months without you was two months too long
We're so happy you're back we wrote you this song!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community
[Aesop Rock:]
Excuse me, hi, this library's groovy
And I always like the book version better than the movie!
But I need a little help 'cuz I'm totally a noobie!
Where can I find all the Bloom comma Judy?
Hey where are all the Judy Bloom books, anyway?
Well, some of her books are in the juvenile section (uh-huh)
and some of them are in the young-adult section (okay)
and some are even in the adult section! (wow!)
All of the fiction books are arranged alphabetically by the author's last name (aaah)
Are you really looking for books just by Judy Bloom, or..are there any particular...
I guess I'd be open for suggestions
Sarah do you have any suggestions?
Well Kelsey, there's Norma Klein or Carolyn Kuni, (okay)
Oh, Sarah Jessin! Jerry Spinelli (yes) Cecil Castoluci (okay),
Don't forget John Green! (okay, I'm writing this..)
Ellen Whitenger (yes) E.L. Koningsburg (yes) Robert Kormye (okay) oh,
Gary Paulson, "Hatchet!" (woah) Beverely Cleary! (uh-huh)
Don't forget about Harriet the Spy! (oh my gosh, hey what about R.L. Stein?)
Oh... GOOSEBUMPS!
There's stuff for babies and stuff for kids
There's stuff for teens and senior citizens
There's stuff for young-adults and middle-agers
'Nuff stuff for all of us to get lost in the pages!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and it doesn't cost a penny!
The library, the library
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our community!
[x2]
Walk Like Thunder lyrics - Kimya Dawson (feat. John Darnielle & Aesop Rock)
I have this new tattoo of which the story must be told
About the night I almost overdosed ten years ago
I woke up in the hospital with skin clammy and cold
And tubes in my urethra, down my throat, and up my nose
My friends and the doctors were all shocked I wasn’t dead
That’s when Katrina looked at me and this is what she said
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
So I walked to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptown
I walked right side up and I walked upside down
I walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes fixed on the ground yeah
We walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we found
Then I walked back to my parents’ house, I walked back to my old bed yeah
I walked back and I walked fast past all the voices in my head
I walked with the sweats and I walked with the chills
I walked in New York City and I walked in Bedford Hills
I walked into open mic nights and I walked into the rooms
I walked feeling optimistic and I walked feeling doomed
I walked with some mama’s boys and I walked with some punks
I walked dressed up like a rabbit, I walked dressed up like a skunk
I walked with some givers and I walked with some leeches
I walked all by myself and I walked with the Moldy Peaches
I walked all over the world so I could sing my songs to you
And to your most desperate emails I said, “This is what I do.”
I Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
But at some point I got so comfortable
That I didn’t even realize that I’d started to crawl
That my old friend Ammi died at 37 of a heart attack
And I cracked cause people my age are not supposed to die like that
No no no no people my age are not supposed to die like that
He was the old manager of the sidewalk café
That place was a second home to me, it’s where I learned to play
And his personality really helped create a space
Where a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel safe
He was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was queer
He’d either yell out, “Cut the bullshit” or he’d say, “I’m glad you’re here.”
And it was always such an honour to have Ammi on my side
That’s why it hit me like a Mack truck when I found out that he died
Yeah, it hit me like a Mack trucks when I found that he died
Then enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancer
And trapped inside a body that betrayed his real gender
We all hoped and prayed that he would go into remission
At least long enough, just long enough to complete his transition
He said, “Kimya, did you know Eleventeen’s my favourite song?”
I said, “Then get your ass on stage right now and you can sing along.”
That’s the very first song I ever wrote all by myself
It’s about angels and recovery and friends and hope and health
By the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was scared
He said, “I lost my home, my lover, my insurance, and my hair.
And now I’m about to lose you too, my new friend.”
I looked into those big blue eyes and said we’ll meet again
Yeah I looked into his sad blue eyes and said we’ll meet again
Then I got the phone call from Alyssa and she told me he was dying
By the time I got to his bedside we were both already flying
We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated around
While I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
Yeah I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
But at the same time I was taking my own body for granted
First I lost sight of my feet then they became unplanted
And I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad yeah
I body had been good to me and I treated it so bad yeah
My body had been good to me and I treated it so bad
Then he said, “Mama, I don’t want my friends to watch me die.”
So I kissed his cheek, made him a shirt, and then I said goodbye
And they cremated him in the shirt that I drew
Of the two of us that said they’re flying over you too
Now the silver pink ponies have my homie in their crew
So I tightened up my laces and knew what I had to do
I started walking again, I started walking again
I miss my friends
I started walking again, I started walking again
I miss my friends
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Even creeps as a habit predisposed
To systematically clinging together in the cold
Know the measure of a pack, it’s not a question of the whole
The individuals that bottleneck into the fold
On a March black Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe that reach a tarmac in Minneapolis
Middle C, yesterday the cells inside his chest were growing baby teeth
Today a raven radiated vacancy
Wait, two years ago a friend of mine called me to redefine all enemy-kind
I’m at the hospital at twenty-four and no one knew the future
I’ll take it everybody knows the future
Antibodies hatching in a helaback with no room to maneuver
Like disappearing pills into the masticated fuchsia
I asked you how you feeling, you told me like a robot
I gave you a Nintendo, you gave yourself a Mohawk
You let us wheel you down beneath the leaning tower of flow charts
To be around your beats without a beeping sound of Bogart
And speak about whatever people speak about
When nobody’s acknowledging the obvious disease about to crowbar in
Deplane slow, comatose of baggage
From King of Hearts to carrying for jackals
And never got to sing us all his own swan song right
Coincidentally the rebel in me warped like thunder
Walk like thunder
About the night I almost overdosed ten years ago
I woke up in the hospital with skin clammy and cold
And tubes in my urethra, down my throat, and up my nose
My friends and the doctors were all shocked I wasn’t dead
That’s when Katrina looked at me and this is what she said
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
So I walked to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptown
I walked right side up and I walked upside down
I walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes fixed on the ground yeah
We walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we found
Then I walked back to my parents’ house, I walked back to my old bed yeah
I walked back and I walked fast past all the voices in my head
I walked with the sweats and I walked with the chills
I walked in New York City and I walked in Bedford Hills
I walked into open mic nights and I walked into the rooms
I walked feeling optimistic and I walked feeling doomed
I walked with some mama’s boys and I walked with some punks
I walked dressed up like a rabbit, I walked dressed up like a skunk
I walked with some givers and I walked with some leeches
I walked all by myself and I walked with the Moldy Peaches
I walked all over the world so I could sing my songs to you
And to your most desperate emails I said, “This is what I do.”
I Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
But at some point I got so comfortable
That I didn’t even realize that I’d started to crawl
That my old friend Ammi died at 37 of a heart attack
And I cracked cause people my age are not supposed to die like that
No no no no people my age are not supposed to die like that
He was the old manager of the sidewalk café
That place was a second home to me, it’s where I learned to play
And his personality really helped create a space
Where a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel safe
He was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was queer
He’d either yell out, “Cut the bullshit” or he’d say, “I’m glad you’re here.”
And it was always such an honour to have Ammi on my side
That’s why it hit me like a Mack truck when I found out that he died
Yeah, it hit me like a Mack trucks when I found that he died
Then enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancer
And trapped inside a body that betrayed his real gender
We all hoped and prayed that he would go into remission
At least long enough, just long enough to complete his transition
He said, “Kimya, did you know Eleventeen’s my favourite song?”
I said, “Then get your ass on stage right now and you can sing along.”
That’s the very first song I ever wrote all by myself
It’s about angels and recovery and friends and hope and health
By the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was scared
He said, “I lost my home, my lover, my insurance, and my hair.
And now I’m about to lose you too, my new friend.”
I looked into those big blue eyes and said we’ll meet again
Yeah I looked into his sad blue eyes and said we’ll meet again
Then I got the phone call from Alyssa and she told me he was dying
By the time I got to his bedside we were both already flying
We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated around
While I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
Yeah I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
But at the same time I was taking my own body for granted
First I lost sight of my feet then they became unplanted
And I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad yeah
I body had been good to me and I treated it so bad yeah
My body had been good to me and I treated it so bad
Then he said, “Mama, I don’t want my friends to watch me die.”
So I kissed his cheek, made him a shirt, and then I said goodbye
And they cremated him in the shirt that I drew
Of the two of us that said they’re flying over you too
Now the silver pink ponies have my homie in their crew
So I tightened up my laces and knew what I had to do
I started walking again, I started walking again
I miss my friends
I started walking again, I started walking again
I miss my friends
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Walk like thunder
Even creeps as a habit predisposed
To systematically clinging together in the cold
Know the measure of a pack, it’s not a question of the whole
The individuals that bottleneck into the fold
On a March black Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe that reach a tarmac in Minneapolis
Middle C, yesterday the cells inside his chest were growing baby teeth
Today a raven radiated vacancy
Wait, two years ago a friend of mine called me to redefine all enemy-kind
I’m at the hospital at twenty-four and no one knew the future
I’ll take it everybody knows the future
Antibodies hatching in a helaback with no room to maneuver
Like disappearing pills into the masticated fuchsia
I asked you how you feeling, you told me like a robot
I gave you a Nintendo, you gave yourself a Mohawk
You let us wheel you down beneath the leaning tower of flow charts
To be around your beats without a beeping sound of Bogart
And speak about whatever people speak about
When nobody’s acknowledging the obvious disease about to crowbar in
Deplane slow, comatose of baggage
From King of Hearts to carrying for jackals
And never got to sing us all his own swan song right
Coincidentally the rebel in me warped like thunder
Walk like thunder
Captain Lou lyrics - Kimya Dawson
When Michael died, people all over the world did the moon walk and the thriller
When Patrick died, people all over the world tried to do that lift
When Farrah died, people all over the world feathered their hair and put on hot pants
When John Hughes died, people all over the world said Bueller, Bueller
Well today we lost another hero
Today we lost another friend
Today we lost the world's greatest manager
Today we lost the captain, yeah
Today we lost the captain
I hope a million elbows drop and a million heads get locked
And a million beards get banded and a million bodies slammed
A million piles driven and a million lives start living because you never, ever know when it will be your time to go
No you never, ever know when it will be your time to go
He was often imitated but you cannot duplicate the one who thought you how to win, the one who taught you how to have fun
Really, really changed me as a kid back in the 80's
The first time I saw him he seemed colorful and crazy
In my baggy jams and my different color sneaks they could do what I could do and even if I got teased I know I'm not the only kid my age who feels they have to owe you
You set a generation of freaks free with your persona
With your rubber banded face and your rubber banded beard
You gave a lot of kids permission to let out their inner weird
So here's to you
Captain Lou yeah, I love you yeah
Captain Lou, Captain Lou yeah, I love you yeah [x4]
I hope a million elbows drop and a million heads get locked
And a million beards get banded and a million bodies slammed
A million piles driven and a million lives start living because you never, ever know when it will be your time to go
No you never, ever know when it will be your time to go [x4]
When Patrick died, people all over the world tried to do that lift
When Farrah died, people all over the world feathered their hair and put on hot pants
When John Hughes died, people all over the world said Bueller, Bueller
Well today we lost another hero
Today we lost another friend
Today we lost the world's greatest manager
Today we lost the captain, yeah
Today we lost the captain
I hope a million elbows drop and a million heads get locked
And a million beards get banded and a million bodies slammed
A million piles driven and a million lives start living because you never, ever know when it will be your time to go
No you never, ever know when it will be your time to go
He was often imitated but you cannot duplicate the one who thought you how to win, the one who taught you how to have fun
Really, really changed me as a kid back in the 80's
The first time I saw him he seemed colorful and crazy
In my baggy jams and my different color sneaks they could do what I could do and even if I got teased I know I'm not the only kid my age who feels they have to owe you
You set a generation of freaks free with your persona
With your rubber banded face and your rubber banded beard
You gave a lot of kids permission to let out their inner weird
So here's to you
Captain Lou yeah, I love you yeah
Captain Lou, Captain Lou yeah, I love you yeah [x4]
I hope a million elbows drop and a million heads get locked
And a million beards get banded and a million bodies slammed
A million piles driven and a million lives start living because you never, ever know when it will be your time to go
No you never, ever know when it will be your time to go [x4]
Reflections lyrics - Kimya Dawson
When you look at yourself
Do you like what you see?
If you like what you see
You're the person you should be
'Cause your reflection reflects in everything you do
And everything you do, reflects on you
When you wake up each day
Do you like how you feel?
If you like how you feel
You've got nothing to conceal
'Cause your reflection reflects in everything you do
And everything you do, reflects on you
Doing something for someone else
Isn't really for someone else
It does twice as much for you
As something you do just for yourself
When you lie down to sleep
Do you like all your dreams
If you like all your dreams
Life's as happy as it seems
'Cause your reflection reflects in everything you do
And everything you do, reflects on you
Do you like what you see?
If you like what you see
You're the person you should be
'Cause your reflection reflects in everything you do
And everything you do, reflects on you
When you wake up each day
Do you like how you feel?
If you like how you feel
You've got nothing to conceal
'Cause your reflection reflects in everything you do
And everything you do, reflects on you
Doing something for someone else
Isn't really for someone else
It does twice as much for you
As something you do just for yourself
When you lie down to sleep
Do you like all your dreams
If you like all your dreams
Life's as happy as it seems
'Cause your reflection reflects in everything you do
And everything you do, reflects on you
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