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Souvenirs and Astronauts
03:18
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Nothing left to do today—
OK for now, whatever.
List a thousand things together,
holding hands and taking pictures.
Now, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Well, at least complete.
It's got eyes and ears and pirate feet,
a wolverine and tight wire, tequila.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Yeah, I feel better by the minute.
Just got one big thing with other things in it,
a bag of drugs and cactus, flyers.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Yeah, cloud jar money.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
The way it ticks, just a list is all it is—
it's also all that.
Lazy Susan, pocketbook, artichoke,
Oklahoma plates and candy cane, decanters.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Concrete and a reindeer, sodas,
tupperware and mistletoe,
peanut brittle, rubberbands,
barley, mino, marzipan.
OK I'm fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Yeah, cloud, jar, money.
Fine, I'll be fine.
The way it ticks, just a list to have it—
ceiling fans and traffic, motorways
and wells.
I was in the woods.
Now I'm souvenirs and astronauts.
Ice cream, button, monster, tongue,
a wooly mammoth, acorn, bikini.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Yeah, cloud jar money.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Fine, I'll be fine.
Cloud jar money.
Fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Fine, fine.
Cloud jar money.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Fine, I'll be fine.
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Pup Chow Loo
01:25
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Pup Chow Loo I've been barking too.
I've been watching what you're doing—
Pup Chow Loo-ing.
Earlier we were hungry for lunch,
so we ate a bunch,
so we're tired now.
You look like a cow but you prowl like a cheetah.
You learned a couple tricks that I didn't really teach ya.
Sleeping on the couch for now, ya Pup Chow Loo.
I've been barking, too, Pup Chow Loo.
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Saturday Night 12/5/2009
01:41
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Saturday night, Nicole told me she loved me,
we were both drunk on gin,
and I cried in her arms
as I confronted my flaws
and thought about Mom.
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