Dot Com Living - Lyrics
Belle of the Ball
Most Important Thing
Dot Com Living
After School Special
Psychosomatose
Skylark
Life at 72
Setting the Bar
Three
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Most Important Thing
Dot Com Living
After School Special
Psychosomatose
Skylark
Life at 72
Setting the Bar
Three
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Belle of the Ball
It was legendary.
An epic Thursday.
For metabolic awareness, you know, or something like that.
Ten o'clock blackout, home by midnight.
Sig sigmas spy the security line,
Two of them slingin' enhanced techniques,
Two of them passively keeping it clean,
The house Old Fashioned works for Dominique.
She was probably down at nine,
She might have been down today,
But she was further along than up or down at the Tiki on Top I say.
She was like the others,
She had come by convention,
But just cause she was free with her eyebrows or a brush to the arm
Now we're embroiled, you're embroiled too
Yes I'm aware that they seemed like a pair,
He says and she says the selfsame things,
Are you asserting there's nothing to do?
That she's just got to deal as if it were a natural fling?
Where do we go from here? Where do we go?
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Most Important Thing
You are the most important thing to me.
In a minute I'll be hungry,
Dinner's in your place,
We're just lucky that the barkeep's smile reminds me of your face.
In an hour I'll be working,
You have to pay it down,
I will stand around to watch and see to it the workers don't scratch the alabaster lounge.
In the still and chirping evening,
Hours after bed,
As I release my eyes it's clear that you're the most important thing to me.
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Dot Com Living
Keep that plastic from the junk mail at the door,
Twenty five hours to make your desktop count for more.
Pet shop groceries are just a click away,
Infinite markets, every store is here to stay.
Don't tell the Serbs but we've solved it all.
Throw wide the border, let the tiger call.
Dot com living is here for the long haul!
Old man Friedman's had a lulu of a year,
Little Tommy soaking in the coprosperity sphere,
The end of history is hummin' 'round the bend,
Worldwide partnerships that we can't comprehend,
A world that's paper free,
(The net for you and me, ah baby)
You never have to get dressed,
(The net will set us free, oh honey)
Netscape paintings in your dreams,
(The net is where I want to be, oh yeah)
and Nana and Grandpa never have to leave their beds.
Dot com living is the place for you and me.
Join with me now: I'll get you 56k for free!
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After School Special
You barely saw it coming
From the crowds of do-gooders on a dressup day,
In your argyle sweater,
He was smashing thermometers for the PTA,
Your Silicon Valley J.F.K.
"What do the kiddies call you? The first part, but slower please?"
Assessment expert,
When he looks you see he can't resist
The allure of a classic miss.
"Your son has great potential,
You can tell from his smile he ain't no uptown fool,
Make some calls to my professors, in the rhetoric department down at Southern U."
Could he be driving toward a friend on the parent board?
Empowered author,
It flatters you to think he can't resist
The allure of a class dismissed.
Don't underestimate the piquant September smell.
He's looking for a little dragon for the dungeon,
Not the cordiality of smiling eyes,
Something more like a yearbook centerfold,
A silent smiling fantasy in tortoise shell.
In June the smolder weakens,
In your mental dialogue a valid point is made that you ought to put the freeze on,
And the smirks across the hallways don't help the case.
Nor all the roaches at his place.
What did we learn today?
You liked it, he liked it too.
There's no surprise here,
You knew a man like him might not resist
The allure of a classic miss.
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You barely saw it coming
From the crowds of do-gooders on a dressup day,
In your argyle sweater,
He was smashing thermometers for the PTA,
Your Silicon Valley J.F.K.
"What do the kiddies call you? The first part, but slower please?"
Assessment expert,
When he looks you see he can't resist
The allure of a classic miss.
"Your son has great potential,
You can tell from his smile he ain't no uptown fool,
Make some calls to my professors, in the rhetoric department down at Southern U."
Could he be driving toward a friend on the parent board?
Empowered author,
It flatters you to think he can't resist
The allure of a class dismissed.
Don't underestimate the piquant September smell.
He's looking for a little dragon for the dungeon,
Not the cordiality of smiling eyes,
Something more like a yearbook centerfold,
A silent smiling fantasy in tortoise shell.
In June the smolder weakens,
In your mental dialogue a valid point is made that you ought to put the freeze on,
And the smirks across the hallways don't help the case.
Nor all the roaches at his place.
What did we learn today?
You liked it, he liked it too.
There's no surprise here,
You knew a man like him might not resist
The allure of a classic miss.
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Psychosomatose
Your vital signs are strong but you look half dead,
I think that your mind might be playing with your head,
Kind of like a toy with an overwound spring,
By keeping it in you feel everything.
I think it's unsustainable to work so hard for things,
And I'm pretty sure that life is more than suffering,
but there is something vaguely Buddhist in the source of your pains,
They're enabled by the turmoil in your brain.
Cycle seems to be an irreversible trend,
You call the worst people trying to make amends,
Stressed with the burden of a hundred thousand friends,
You feel like you owe them a game of pretend, so I feel for you.
You're very good at missing the forest for the trees,
You'll stay away from running if you're worried about your knees,
You make these situations go from really bad to worse,
Essentially you're driving your own hearse.
Minutiae are determining your quality of life,
Do rows of ducks in concert really justify the strife?
There's beauty in the ugly if you let yourself relax,
Gotta let the pebbles fall between the cracks.
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Your vital signs are strong but you look half dead,
I think that your mind might be playing with your head,
Kind of like a toy with an overwound spring,
By keeping it in you feel everything.
I think it's unsustainable to work so hard for things,
And I'm pretty sure that life is more than suffering,
but there is something vaguely Buddhist in the source of your pains,
They're enabled by the turmoil in your brain.
Cycle seems to be an irreversible trend,
You call the worst people trying to make amends,
Stressed with the burden of a hundred thousand friends,
You feel like you owe them a game of pretend, so I feel for you.
You're very good at missing the forest for the trees,
You'll stay away from running if you're worried about your knees,
You make these situations go from really bad to worse,
Essentially you're driving your own hearse.
Minutiae are determining your quality of life,
Do rows of ducks in concert really justify the strife?
There's beauty in the ugly if you let yourself relax,
Gotta let the pebbles fall between the cracks.
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Life at 72
Please remember I'm an artist,
That's how I like to think.
Never wanted a coastal zip code,
Never needed no heated seats.
But a journey's long and sweaty,
And my shoes could get all wet,
It's a perfect biz, never wanted kids, problem is,
I want to live my life at seventy two,
Relative humidity under fifty three.
Hot cocoa on 12/24,
with scarves and air conditioning on the 405.
I want to sit and play my eighty eights,
Also be well fed and rested 24/7.
Tunes playing at ninety six, a little bit of savings in my 401(k)
I was nurtured in the suburbs.
Didn't mind a bit.
Can I keep my family culture backstage at a hiphop gig?
I admit that there is more to my attachment to my laptop than just respect for home.
I'm afraid to be called a hipster, so I wash and wax my car.
Please remember... So I moved to central city,
But I'm not the only one,
There's broken glass, and Pilates class,
The new middle class.
I want to live my life at seventy two,
Relative humidity under fifty three.
Hot cocoa on 12/24,
with scarves and air conditioning on the 405.
I want to sit and play my eighty eights,
Also be well fed and rested 24/7.
Tunes playing at ninety six, a little bit of savings in my 401(k)
to forestall any inconveniences my fauxhemian choices may cause.
And keep it at seventy two!
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Please remember I'm an artist,
That's how I like to think.
Never wanted a coastal zip code,
Never needed no heated seats.
But a journey's long and sweaty,
And my shoes could get all wet,
It's a perfect biz, never wanted kids, problem is,
I want to live my life at seventy two,
Relative humidity under fifty three.
Hot cocoa on 12/24,
with scarves and air conditioning on the 405.
I want to sit and play my eighty eights,
Also be well fed and rested 24/7.
Tunes playing at ninety six, a little bit of savings in my 401(k)
I was nurtured in the suburbs.
Didn't mind a bit.
Can I keep my family culture backstage at a hiphop gig?
I admit that there is more to my attachment to my laptop than just respect for home.
I'm afraid to be called a hipster, so I wash and wax my car.
Please remember... So I moved to central city,
But I'm not the only one,
There's broken glass, and Pilates class,
The new middle class.
I want to live my life at seventy two,
Relative humidity under fifty three.
Hot cocoa on 12/24,
with scarves and air conditioning on the 405.
I want to sit and play my eighty eights,
Also be well fed and rested 24/7.
Tunes playing at ninety six, a little bit of savings in my 401(k)
to forestall any inconveniences my fauxhemian choices may cause.
And keep it at seventy two!
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Setting the Bar
We shall give our best in practice even if we lose the games,
We shall pay for food on date nights even if we dump our dames,
Even if we dump our dames and lose the games it's all the same.
We go through the film with a finer lens, the world will snap you if you bend.
Setting the bar too low is a great way to discourage or negate a real gateway into the essence of being alive,
You'll always be asking why your experience is distant from eyes and mind.
Mike and Jack and Bird and Johnson run your tushes to the pitch.
See that Braden doesn't see you; we don't need another snitch.
Even if we ditch the snitch they could detect the greasy pitch,
They're way too upright with what they allow,
It's too late to change the playbook now.
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We shall give our best in practice even if we lose the games,
We shall pay for food on date nights even if we dump our dames,
Even if we dump our dames and lose the games it's all the same.
We go through the film with a finer lens, the world will snap you if you bend.
Setting the bar too low is a great way to discourage or negate a real gateway into the essence of being alive,
You'll always be asking why your experience is distant from eyes and mind.
Mike and Jack and Bird and Johnson run your tushes to the pitch.
See that Braden doesn't see you; we don't need another snitch.
Even if we ditch the snitch they could detect the greasy pitch,
They're way too upright with what they allow,
It's too late to change the playbook now.
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Three
Doesn't even matter who you're after,
Or if you're just in line to get some grub,
When she leans across you to photograph your tofu,
Well that's your welcome to the club.
If you are the sort at all to banter,
She will put her number in your phone,
A cinematic date, you'll pick her up at eight,
I hope that it's a flick that you can see alone.
'Cause while you were brooding on the fact that someday you may break up with her
She kept her plans that had nothing to do with you.
Meeting and feasting with her friends and the men that come along with her,
Forgot you were a person,
Did you forget she was one too?
Wonder how the girl could be so callous,
Call your friends and neighbors to complain,
I hate to be the one that says it,
But the only way you'll ever get it
Is to remember the last three women to whom you did the same.
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Doesn't even matter who you're after,
Or if you're just in line to get some grub,
When she leans across you to photograph your tofu,
Well that's your welcome to the club.
If you are the sort at all to banter,
She will put her number in your phone,
A cinematic date, you'll pick her up at eight,
I hope that it's a flick that you can see alone.
'Cause while you were brooding on the fact that someday you may break up with her
She kept her plans that had nothing to do with you.
Meeting and feasting with her friends and the men that come along with her,
Forgot you were a person,
Did you forget she was one too?
Wonder how the girl could be so callous,
Call your friends and neighbors to complain,
I hate to be the one that says it,
But the only way you'll ever get it
Is to remember the last three women to whom you did the same.
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Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
I saw a face pop out from beneath a mountainous desk,
He looked like he was eight or nine,
his mindset not too far from mine,
I had a little bit of time.
I asked him what kind of fun he had to land detention here,
said his friends had told his teacher he's a tricky trouble maker, so he sent him out for talking to the air.
I asked what kind of calculator he preferred,
"Already have one," he said.
I guess it was a little awkward.
It was a self fulfilling prophecy,
you actually become what you presume to be,
It's a very common fallacy, don't you see?
It's a self fulfilling prophecy.
Slipped into white knight mode, digging deep at the roots of his family tree,
Was he fed enough, was he left alone, did he feel sad? and if he had,
I'd be the one to swoop in and fix it, a cable movie star,
till he said,
"Hey Missus stranger, I'm not getting any thinner and so why are you so worried 'bout my dinner?"
I've read so much on people like you,
"You're struggling," I said,
And that is how I played my little part in the...
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I saw a face pop out from beneath a mountainous desk,
He looked like he was eight or nine,
his mindset not too far from mine,
I had a little bit of time.
I asked him what kind of fun he had to land detention here,
said his friends had told his teacher he's a tricky trouble maker, so he sent him out for talking to the air.
I asked what kind of calculator he preferred,
"Already have one," he said.
I guess it was a little awkward.
It was a self fulfilling prophecy,
you actually become what you presume to be,
It's a very common fallacy, don't you see?
It's a self fulfilling prophecy.
Slipped into white knight mode, digging deep at the roots of his family tree,
Was he fed enough, was he left alone, did he feel sad? and if he had,
I'd be the one to swoop in and fix it, a cable movie star,
till he said,
"Hey Missus stranger, I'm not getting any thinner and so why are you so worried 'bout my dinner?"
I've read so much on people like you,
"You're struggling," I said,
And that is how I played my little part in the...
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