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We’d spent 15 years on this planet,
Didn’t know if we’d get 15 more.
We had Headbangers Ball on our MTV
And A Nightmare on Elm Street 4
We had a friend with a car and a fake ID
Gettin buzzed on Boone’s Farm wine
But we were up in our rooms playing D&D
Losing all track of time
And we were blowing it up at the movies
With Die Hard and Young Guns
We were joking around at the mall food court
Cracking up everyone
Or we were looking for someone to skate with
While George Michael sang Faith
Friday night, 1988
We were the few who knew of the Morris Worm
We had Windows 2.0
We had Holy Grail on VHS
And everyone shouting quotes
And the mall was the place where we all would go
To be seen with all our friends
With a learner’s permit and a set of wheels
The party never ends…
We were rocking it out at the concerts
With Ozzy and the Crue
Or we were cruising the strip or the circle
Just looking for something to do
Or we were hovering out on the sidelines
Til the DJ said all-skate
Friday night, 1988
And we were holding on to our everything, with a handful of friends and our dreams
Looking for something we can’t define, not knowing what anything means,
Saying I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way, watching Super Mario run,
Waiting for life to kick some ass, cause we’re all outta bubble gum…
And we were blowing it up at the movies
With Die Hard and Young Guns
Joking around at the mall food court
Cracking up everyone
We were looking for someone to skate with
While George Michael sang Faith
Friday night, 1988
We were rocking it out at the concerts
With Ozzy and the Crue
Or we were cruising the strip or the circle
Just looking for something to do
Or we were hovering out on the sidelines
Til the DJ said all-skate
Friday Night, 1988
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2. |
Sleep Forever
03:11
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Oh no. I had too much to drink last night.
Too much to think last night.
A feeling that things aren’t right.
I don’t know… why everything has to change.
Why everything’s new and strange.
Like everything’s pre-arranged…
Maybe I could
Wash my hands and talk about the weather.
Close my eyes and fall asleep forever.
Ask the world if we’ll get back together, some day…
Oh no. I think that the problem’s mine
When everyone else seems fine
I’m back at a starting line.
I don’t know… Why do I feel less than?
If I could just see the plan…
Maybe I’d under stand…
Maybe I should…
Wash my hands and talk about the weather.
Close my eyes and fall asleep forever.
Ask the world if we’ll get back together, some day… Some way…
Oh no. I had too much to drink last night.
Too much to think last night.
I don’t know…
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3. |
Speed of Dumb
02:33
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Olly olly oxen free, what the hell is wrong with me?
Every time I get the chance to make it right it comes out wrong and
I don’t really understand, nothing ever goes as planned,
Every time I talk it seems a new hello becomes so long and
Maybe I won’t make it any better, but maybe it just can’t get any worse
Maybe I can put it back together, maybe all my blessings are a curse
As my tongue… Moves at the speed of dumb…
It’s been a while an awkward glance, a stupid smile a second chance
But somehow we both know that I am gonna screw this up again
A mumbled word under my breath, it’s overheard and a misstep
That same old look that your eyes get when you have had enough and then
Maybe I can’t make it any better, but maybe it just can’t get any worse
Maybe I can put it back together, maybe all my blessings are a curse
As my tongue… Moves at the speed of dumb…
I know that I could just apologize again…
And maybe I could get another second chance…
But we both know the situation that we’re in…
How long until I get us right back in this dance?
Maybe I can’t make it any better, but maybe it just can’t get any worse
Maybe I can put it back together, maybe all my blessings are a curse
As my tongue… Moves at the speed of dumb…
Yeah my tongue… Moves at the speed of dumb…
Yeah my tongue… Moves at the speed of dumb.
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Cake
03:47
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We shamble toward the break room with Monday morning blahs
A tiny shred of hope inside our darkened souls because
We all have heard the whispers; confections we can thieve
We stumble from our cubicles in search of sweet reprieve
And shifting through the mass of worker drones left in our wake
We zero on our morning quarry: cake.
Give me that frosted, sweetened, serotonin moment of reprieve
Give me that sugar rush full of endorphins making me believe
That I can make it though this black and blue existence where I yawn
And maybe break on through the color world beyond.
No one likes you Brenda, and no one likes you Bob
No one cares about your kids or stupid friggin job
We don’t care ‘bout your outcomes, don’t care about your praise
Or the idea that you stole from someone else to get your raise
We all sing Happy Birthday with all the joy that we can fake…
But the only thing we came here for is Cake.
Give me that frosted, sweetened, serotonin moment of reprieve
Give me that sugar rush full of endorphins making me believe
That I can make it though this black and blue existence where I yawn
And maybe break on through the color world beyond.
Shuffle through the doorway maybe half a second late
Slowed down by the traffic flow of coworkers with plates
I feel my heartbeat racing, the madness as it comes
My eyes fall to the empty mess of frosting smears and crumbs…
Then like a honey badger I start grabbing at their plates
I don’t care about anything but cake.
Give me that frosted, sweetened, serotonin moment of reprieve
Give me that sugar rush full of endorphins making me believe
That I can make it though this black and blue existence where I yawn
And maybe break on through the color world beyond.
I just need cake
I just need cake
Give me my cake
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Let's Fake Some Memories
05:24
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Another day of selling all my time,
Of showing up for someone else’s problems.
Another day where I can’t speak my mind,
Of wondering if this is hitting bottom?
The minutes and the seconds creeping by,
Shackled here by bills and mouths to feed.
And even though my day has gone awry
A five o’clock solution’s all I need.
That timeclock revolution comes and suddenly I’m free…
Let’s fake some memories. Let’s go somewhere that no one’s seen,
Where we’ll still have never been when we get home.
Let’s fake some memories, Step into a different scene,
Somewhere we could never get to all alone.
So close your eyes and don’t think twice
Just grab your books and grab your dice, Let’s fake some memories.
Sitting here surrounded by my friends,
Feeling part of something more than real.
Stepping into someone else’s skin
In tales of magic spells and flashing steel
Where legends come to life and where new worlds will be revealed…
Let’s fake some memories. Let’s go somewhere that no one’s seen,
Where we’ll still have never been when we get home.
Let’s fake some memories, Step into a different scene,
Somewhere we could never get to all alone.
So close your eyes and don’t think twice
Just grab your books and grab your dice, Let’s fake some memories.
Defying explanation, more than hype or exclamation,
It’s inspired collaboration through a game we love to play.
So much more than fighting dragons, all these worlds that we imagine
All these things that never happened feel as real as yesterday…
Let’s fake some memories.
Let’s fake some memories, Let’s go somewhere that no one’s seen
Where we’ll still have never been when we get home
Let’s fake some memories, Step into a different scene
Somewhere we could never get to all alone.
So close your eyes and don’t think twice
Just grab your books, let’s roll some dice, Let’s fake some memories.
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Kind
04:46
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Tall or short, young or old,
Cool or warm or hot or cold
Center stage or unseen
Black or white or somewhere in-between
I don’t care who you are, as long as you’re kind,
You’re the kind of person I need in my life.
Whoever you are, as long as you’re kind,
You’re my kind of person. I want you to know
If you’re kind, you’re my kind.
Big or small, strong or weak
Left or right, brave or meek
King or Queen, he or him,
She or her, or they or them.
I don’t care who you are, as long as you’re kind,
You’re the kind of person I need in my life.
Whoever you are, as long as you’re kind,
You’re my kind of person. I want you to know
You’re my kind.
You’re my kind when you stand up for what’s right…
When you give your hand to those who’ve stumbled, fallen in the night.
When the fire of your compassion keeps the flame of hope alight…
You’re my kind. You’re my kind…
First or last, in or out,
Far or near, lost or found
East or west, north or south
Bold or shy, soft or LOUD
I don’t care who you are, as long as you’re kind,
You’re the kind of person I need in my life.
Whoever you are, as long as you’re kind,
You’re my kind of person. I want you to know
You’re my kind.
You're my kind.
You're my kind.
Stay kind.
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7. |
Regalia
03:39
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Been working over, candle’s burning at both ends
And somehow I still can’t enjoy the dividends
I just need something more to rise above it all
It’s time to give my fairy godmother a call
Sometimes you need to look good, It’s not enough to be good
Even though the inside’s all that counts
I wanna be a Princess, A sorceror’s apprentice
I’m gonna need a long cape and a crown
I need regalia! Give me regalia! Regalia! I need regalia!
Another Monday morning, landed in the rough
I might be doing fine, but it’s still not enough
There’s something more to life, a subtle state of grace
When the right wardrobe puts a smile back on your face
Sometimes you need to look good, It’s not enough to be good
Even though the inside’s all that counts
I wanna be a Princess, A sorceror’s apprentice
I’m gonna need a long cape and a crown
I need regalia! Give me regalia! Regalia! I need regalia!
When I need confidence that I don’t feel at all
I do a costume change and jump back in the brawl
Sometimes you need to look good, It’s not enough to be good
Even though the inside’s all that counts
I wanna be a Princess, A sorceror’s apprentice
I’m gonna need a long cape and a crown
I need regalia! Give me regalia! Regalia! I need regalia!
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Winston Zeddemore
04:11
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When the sun goes dark and when the skies begin to fall...
And the dead are rising from the grave...
When the seas are boiling and the moon is red as blood...
Where do we turn when we need saved?
Where you gonna run to then? Who ya gonna call?
Winston Zeddemore... He's not in it for fortune or fame.
Just a guy there to save the day For minimum wage...
Winston Zeddemore. More than a guy with a proton pack,
more like the guy you want at your back On Judgement Day.
He's got the tools and he's got the talent, too...
And he's on call both day and night.
For a steady paycheck, he'll be there to believe you.
And the shit he's seen will turn you white.
His job is so not worth eleven five a year!
Winston Zeddemore... He's not in it for fortune or fame.
Just a guy there to save the day For minimum wage...
Winston Zeddemore. More than the ghostbuster who's black,
more like the guy you want at your back On Judgement Day.
Mic check test, Jumpsuit pressed, Someone asks if you're a god, SAY YES!
Got a caddy w/ my gear in the back, Who'll save the day? Bet on black.
6th seal poppin, graves unlockin, Old gods back on the scene need stopping,
Grab your stick HOLDING Heat em up SMOKING
Make 'em hard READY-- THROW IT!
Winston Zeddemore... He's not in it for fortune or fame.
Just a guy there to save the day For minimum wage...
Winston Zeddemore. More than a guy with a proton pack,
more like the guy you want at your back On Judgement Day.
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There’s a little devil sittin’ on my shoulder
There’s a little monster swimmin’ in the bog
There’s something howling deep in the forest
Always lock your windows when we get fog
Ahhhh, all these open graves
Mutants living in the caves
There’s a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Of nowhere.
There’s a creepy little town it’s the source of terror. All terror.
Not the kind of place you wanna be out alone
But this sleepy little creepy little town is my home
There’s a nameless, faceless thing crawling down from out of the hills
There’s a prehistoric prophecy on the verge of being fulfilled
Everybody down in the village likes to gather at the general store
Talk about the screams coming from the mansion and comparing our mysterious open sores…
There’s a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Of nowhere.
There’s a creepy little town it’s the source of terror. All terror.
Not the kind of place you wanna be out alone
But this sleepy little creepy little town is my home
There’s a necromantic circle out beyond the standing stones
You can find it easy, you just follow all the scattered bones
Don’t let the witches coven see you out by the abandoned well, cause
They might seem sociable but no one’s ever lived to tell us…
There’s a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Of nowhere.
There’s a creepy little town it’s the source of terror. All terror.
Not the kind of place you wanna be out alone
But this sleepy little creepy little town is my home
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10. |
Self Care [NSFW]
01:38
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Overextended under paid and overworked
Overexhausted, over spent and over irked
Over and over and over again
Over the edge and under my skin…
But I’ve still got one fuck left and you can’t have it
One solitary fuck that people snatch at all the time
I’ve got just one fuck left and you can’t have it
I gave all of my other fucks away now this one’s mine
I gave you all the fucks I might’ve had for me to give
I’ve just got one fuck left
I’ve got just one fuck left
I’ve got just one fuck left
And this one’s mine!
I’ve got just one fuck left
And this one’s mine!
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Mikey Mason Indianapolis, Indiana
A nationally touring performer with hits like She Don’t Like Firefly, Best Game Ever, and Opposite of Cool, Mikey Mason is a ball of contagious enthusiasm who makes songs about role-playing games, video games, sci-fi, fantasy, cats, and the general experience of being a geek. He’s been heard on nerdist.com, SyFy, TheFuMP.com, and Dr. Demento, and is a truly must-see event each time he performs. ... more
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