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I’m in love with a daffodil,
and I’m woozy when I’m on Seroquel.
Even when I droop, here’s the scoop:
I love you just the same.
I’m in love with a sassafras,
my thoughts loop like a Nascar track.
But when they crash, alack, alas,
I love you just the same.
Because my brain has a lot of thoughts
My thoughts have a lot of feelings
My feelings have a lot of things they like to make me do.
I hope that they don’t hurt you,
But if they leave a mark
Know my brain is not a part of my heart.
Sometimes I talk like a firehose
Sometimes I can’t keep my mouth closed
I criticize.
I overanalyze.
I love you just the same.
Unrealistic expectations
Hypomania fixations
Tunnel vision.
Indecision.
I love you just the same.
Because my brain has a lot of thoughts
My thoughts have a lot of feelings
My feelings have a lot of things they like to make me do.
I hope that they don’t hurt you,
But if they leave a mark
Know my brain is not a part of my heart.
I saw a dog with just three legs,
And I thought “Hey, that’s me
When it comes to my emotional stability.”
But I don’t mind if you don’t mind
Taking me back home.
It’s more important that we don’t
End up all alone!
Because my brain has a lot of thoughts
My thoughts have a lot of feelings
My feelings have a lot of things they like to make me do.
I hope that they don’t hurt you,
But if they leave a mark
Know my brain is not a part of my heart
Know my brain is not a part of my heart
Know my brain is not a part of my heart, heart, heart
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2. |
Under My Skin
03:34
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My friends got scabies from the Old Navy dressing room
Soon after that, they broke up.
While you and me are at the Goodwill in Hamden,
So what does that say about us?
Can’t fit into these pants
Can’t fit into that dress
Can’t fit into this shirt
My whole life is a mess
How can I expect our love to work out
When I’m pushing around this cart full of doubt?
There’s a wedding dress at the end of the aisle
Wednesday’s white is on sale.
Pretty soon I’ll be at the end of the aisle
Anxiety under my veil.
Can’t fit into these pants
Can’t fit into that dress
Can’t fit into this shirt
My whole life is a mess
How can I expect our love to work out
When I’m pushing around this cart full of doubt?
But I’ve already got you under my skin
I’ve got no choice now but to let you in (x3)
Can’t fit into these pants
Can’t fit into that dress
Can’t fit into this shirt
My whole life is a mess
How can I expect our love to work out
When I’m pushing around this cart full of doubt?
Can’t fit into these pants
Can’t fit into that dress
Can’t fit into this shirt
My whole life is a mess
How can I expect our love to work out
When I’m pushing around this cart full of doubt?
When I'm trying my best to get this stain out
When I'm hanging on to a heart full of doubt?
But I’ve already got you under my skin.
I’ve got no choice now but to let you in.
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Sword of Wonder
02:11
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All I want to do is goof around with you.
All I want to do is sing a song or two.
All I want to do is drink some tea, play with fire, and watch TV.
All I want to do is make a righteous mess.
All I want to do is always say “heck yes!”
All I want to do is play video games, hike in the woods,
and annihilate shame with my sword of wonder!
All I want to do is grow a cool mustache.
All I want to do is turn this town to ash.
All I want to do is drink Ovaltine,
sleep on the floor, and have a good dream.
All I want to do is put some stickers on.
All I want to do is sing a silly song.
All I want to do is make a paper crane,
eat a big breakfast, and try to stay sane
with my pills of wonder!
All I want to do is read War and Peace.
All I want to do is pretend to be a geese.
All I want to do is make my bed,
honk at my enemies, and eat free bread.
All I want to do is wear a fancy watch,
and show off all the Pokemon I caught.
All I want to do is start a goofy gang,
go for the gold, wear plastic fangs
with my pals of wonder.
All I want to do is dress like Kurt Cobain.
All I want to do is hide away my pain.
All I want to do is own a B ‘n B, take in strays,
watch Bad Boys III: Bad Boys 4 Life
All I want to do is buy a telescope.
All I want to do is smell organic soap.
All I want to do is is graduate, defer my loans,
and eradicate hate, with some love and wonder
(and government assistance)
Goof around with you
Sing a song or two
Drink some tea with you
Watch TV with you
Make a righteous mess
Always say “heck yes”
Put some stickers on
Sing a silly song
You’re a thing a wonder
I’m a thing of wonder
We’re all things of wonder
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4. |
Dances with Demons
03:39
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I like you and you like me.
Let’s get out of this dumpster.
Set it on fire before we leave.
Running away from our monsters.
Hit the highway, 85.
Remember not to look in the rearview.
If we smile, we might survive the demons that always play near you.
If we drive west fast enough, we’ll drive into a perpetual sunset (x2)
I like you and you like me,
But this house is haunted.
See a ghost before we leave,
Didn't stop to ask what he wanted.
Take to the woods,
Float the creek.
Don’t scream or they could hear you.
Change your name. Wash your scent.
Try to appear as the new you.
If we run east fast enough, we’ll forever be enveloped in darkness. (x2)
But we can’t run forever in these shoes.
We’ll always be followed by these ghouls
We don’t really know what we should do.
But if I like you and you like me,
And you can dance and you can sing
Then we could have a dance party for all the demons
We can’t see
Cause you brought your guitar and you brought your tambourine
I brought some Doritos
So we all can scream
If we dance here long enough, our demons will all become fun-sized.
If we dance here long enough, maybe we could all see the sunrise. (x2)
...
And so, that night, Will and Cecelia and all of the demons and the ghosts and ghouls had a dance party and...ate Doritos and hugged it out and...drafted and signed a peace treaty that lasts until this very day...
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Panera Dread
03:59
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Driving through Texas, feeling mighty swell,
A billboard asked me, “Where ya going: heaven or hell?”
I said, “I’m just going to Panera Bread,
but now I’m full of existential dread.”
Will I burn up in fiery flames?
Will I meet St. Peter or St. James?
Will I be tortured eternally?
Or will I have a salad with a side of broccoli and cheese?
Where am I going? (Where am I going?)
Where will I go? (Where will I go?)
No way of knowing so
I propose we order those poppyseed bagels for the road.
People come and go from Panera Bread
But people don’t return often once they’re dead
I’ve never seen a Yelp review for Heaven or Hell
But this Panera Bread has 3.5 stars, so might as well!
Will I burn up in fiery flames?
Will I meet St. Peter or St. James?
Will I be tortured eternally?
Or will I have a salad with a side of broccoli and cheese?
Where am I going? (Where am I going?)
Where will I go? (Where will I go?)
No way of knowing so
I propose we order those mango smoothies for the road.
All you men with your petty signs listen here.
I’ve got things to do today.
No time for fear.
I think I’ll be alright. At least that’s my hunch.
For now, just let me eat my freakin’ lunch!
Where am I going? (Where am I going?)
Where will I go? (Where will I go?)
No way of knowing so
I propose we order those Mediterranean grain bowls for the road.
Where am I going? (Where am I going?)
Where will I go? (Where will I go?)
No way of knowing so
I propose we order those…(adlib)
For the road (repeat for eternity)
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Great Wall of Awful
03:20
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I have so many things to do today.
The wall of awful standing in my way.
The chosen family don’t know what to say.
I know it’s ok not to be ok.
But I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
What the what? Who signed me up?
Oh wait, I think that was me.
But I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
I’m the guy with 12 Gmail accounts.
It’s way too many. Someone help me out.
If you do not get a prompt reply.
Please remember that I am that guy.
I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
Yeah, I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
What the what? Who signed me up?
Oh wait, I think that was me.
But I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
My psychiatrist says I’m depressed.
She says depressive episode at best.
She tells me that I need to get more rest.
But I feel happy, I just can’t get dressed.
I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
Yeah, I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
What the what? Who signed me up?
Oh wait, I think that was me.
But I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
Hello, it’s me, an emissary from your prefrontal cortex.
As you can tell, you’re not doing well.
You have 104 unread texts. I know you were valedictorian.
Now you’re missing class again. I’m here to say, take it day by day.
Just one step at a time, my friend.
But I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
I feel personally persecuted by my responsibilities.
What the what? Who signed me up?
Oh wait, I think that was me.
But I feel personally persecuted
I feel personally persecuted
I feel personally persecuted
by my responsibilities.
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Don't Use Your Fists
01:29
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If you beat yourself up, do it with a pillow.
If you beat yourself, try it with a feather.
If you beat yourself, how about a stuffed turtle?
If you beat yourself up, soft things are better.
Whatever you do…
Whatever you do…
Don’t use your fists.
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8. |
The Something Dance
04:54
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What do you see when you go to sleep?
Is it a monster? Does it look like me?
How many horns? How many eyes?
What do you see when you go to sleep at night?
What do you see when the day is through?
Is it a monster? Does it look like you?
How many teeth? And do they bite?
What do you see when you got sleep at night?
Something lurking
Something hiding
Something gnawing
Something biting
Something staring
Something laughing
Something passing
Over my bed as I sleep
Can I sleep?
Do we run?
Do we scream?
Do we laugh?
Do we hope?
Do we pray?
Can we feed it?
Should we tell it a joke?
At the of the day, what can I do?
At the end of time, it’s just me and you.
Staring into the mirror, face to face.
Before I leave, I better give some grace.
At the end of it all, what can I say?
I’ve learned by now, you won’t go away.
Staring into the void, the void stares back.
Something lurking
Something hiding
Something gnawing
Something biting
Something something
Something clapping
Something laughing
Something dancing, dancing
Something dancing, dancing
I think we should, love, I think we should.
I think we should, love, I think we should.
I think we should, love, I think we should.
I think we should, love, I think we should.
Something dancing, I think we should, love, I think we should.
Dancing I think we should, love, I think we should.
Something dancing, I think we should, love, I think we should.
Dancing I think we should, love, I think we should.
I think we should, love, I think we should.
I think we should, love, I think we should.
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9. |
No Love Scarcity
03:38
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When I see your face, I see God
at the kitchen island in your wooly socks
I hope this doesn’t sound too odd
I couldn’t love you more–that’s what I thought
But then I loved you more and my love won’t stop
I know this but I also need to learn it
I deserve it but I also want to earn it
But love is not a commodity
There is no love scarcity
Love grows exponentially
That includes your love for me
That includes your love for me
When I see your face, I see God
at the kitchen island in your wooly socks
I hope this doesn’t sound too odd
I couldn’t love you more–that’s what I thought
But then I loved you more and my love won’t stop
I know this but I also need to learn it
I deserve it but I also want to earn it
But love is not a commodity
There is no love scarcity
Love grows exponentially
That includes your love for me
That includes your love for me
I know this but I also need to learn it
I deserve it but I also want to earn it
I know this but I also need to learn it
I deserve it but I also want to earn it
But love is not a commodity
There is no love scarcity
Love grows exponentially
That includes your love for me
That includes your love for me
I know this but I also need to learn it
I deserve it but I also want to earn it
But love is not a commodity
There is no love scarcity
Love grows exponentially
That includes your love for me
That includes your love for me
That includes your love for me
That includes your love for me
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I always get sad on Sundays
Chalk it up to another glum phase
Laying in my bed till 5:00PM or maybe later
Hard to say where it came from
When I asked it where it came from
It just looked at me and shook its head
But I don’t want to live like this
Holding on to all I miss like this
Opportunities, appointments
Emails, phone calls
What’s the point?
Coffee dates, interviews
Does this ever stop?
Look at me my sadness creature
Watch my sadness double feature
Produced by me, written by me
And starring only me
But I don’t want to live like this
Holding on to all I miss like this
Popped out from my medicine cabinet
Grabbed my face and then he slammed it
Straight into my porcelain sink
Blood was going everywhere
Sadness creature, that’s not fair!
What the fuck have you done to me?
But then I realized…
That I don’t have to live like this
Holding on to all I miss like this
I leave the house right now
and start over
I can do what brings me joy
over and over and over again
over and over, start over again
over and over and over again
over and over, start over again
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BlueRaspberry New Haven, Connecticut
BlueRaspberry is an alt-folk duo featuring Will and Cecelia Parker. Their songs are often about mental illness, love, and various monsters and ghouls. Someone recently described their music as "wholesome psychiatric death folk for the inner child." Will and Cecelia are also known as Folk Punk Dad and Manic Pixie Dream Mom on TikTok where they are internet parents to over 160k cool kids. ... more
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