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If You'll Be There For Me Too

Lyrics:
How do I tell you I don't love you anymore?
How do I tell you when you're standing at my door?
And you wanna come in
And it's raining outside

How do I tell you I don't love you anymore?
How do I tell you when you're walking through my door?
Won't you come right inside?
Baby sit down and rest those eyes

How do I tell you I don't love you anymore?
When it's 4: 00 in the morning and you're banging on my door?
Won't you let me inside?
I'm afraid of being alone

How do I tell you I don't love you anymore?
When I said that I missed you I wasn't lying I just wasn't sure
Now I've made up my mind (but then again)
I've said that seventeen times

How do I tell you I don't love you anymore?
How do I tell you when you're standing at my door?
And you wanna come in
And it's raining outside

(See I always said that I'd miss you, babe if I tried)

Interviewee

How Do I Tell

Junior Day is my favorite day.
What would I do without The Great Outdoors?

I'm kidding, of course.
Junior Day sucks.
(Everybody knows it sucks.)

Junior Day;
Please scream Juniors! louder.
I couldn't hear you the first 800 times.

Junior Day deserves a modulation.
No it doesn't! Everybody knows it sucks.

Junior Day shut up.

Photo by Dakotah Jennifer

Unlimited Edition Multiple Day Rant (Junior Day)

Piano by Victoria Park
Mastered by Eric Benoit

So now I've learned all of the reasons to exist
And plus I've spent a hot minute corroborating it 
No, I will never wish harm upon my health
Still I would like the universe to leave me somber by myself
I'll breathe fire to cut down all the trees
Use 'em to build a sanctuary home, a noble house for me 
Is all this lazy love necessary? 
Sorry friends
I'm a jerk
Do good work

I won't pick up the phone 

These days there's not as much skunk smoke in my breath
And I've stayed quiet since my eighth grade dynamite death
But still I think I know exactly what you mean
It's just that I've been petrified of people ever since I was thirteen
And I am four years older than that now
And I still haven't died yet and it's a wonder to me how God really seems to want us all to stay alive
But I don't know if God is real, I really can't make up my mind
My soul will sleep in incandescent fever songs
I'll play the guitar and my idea of God can sometimes sing along and if I can't live off of that on its own
Goodbye God
I'm not here
I'm not home

But still this putrid purity, though it plagues me, is my own

Now I have very real life skills
I don't know how I'll go about adult functions like paying bills
I never learned how to read a map, but as long as I make music is it arbitrary to know all that crap?
See my eternity sadness expand and as soon as I commence its collapse, I can be a moral man
And though it isn't wise to walk off misery,
I'll walk it off

I Won't Pick Up The Phone

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Special (One Day Tape)

Exciting, energetic yet contemplative composition

Woodwind Quintet - Calling Out For Clarity

A Phrase Of My One And Only Love

I wake up on my side and my ear is stuck to itself.
I heat up mashed potatoes and I go for the salt on the shelf but there's no salt anymore.
I walk up to the window but I can't seem to figure out the blinds.
I have to write this paper but frustration has colonized my mind and there's no thoughts anymore.

I'm so lost. I'm so lost.

I wanna be a snowman but this carrot won't fit inside my nose.
I went to costume parties but I always had inappropriate clothes.
I have no fun anymore.
I want--always--to see you but I fear that my hair has grown too long.
I'd like to be a writer but it took me a year to write this song and it was better before.

I'm so scared, so beware.

Blockage

Photo: Dillon (support them at dillon.darkroom.tech)

I'm a little horse whose name is Freddie Brorse
And I'm known to my friends as Harry
I shuffle all day and I shuffle all night, and I bet you think you're pretty

Tweedle deedle dee on the old gum tree
Tweedle or my name ain't Bobby
Tweedle all day and a-tweedle all night, and I bet you think you're dandy

They rode me to the docks, thought they'd buy me a pet rock
But they only bought stationary
I've got a muzzled make, you could eat me like a cake, oh, but that won't be necessary

Tweedle deedle dee on the old gum tree
Tweedle or my name ain't Bobby
Tweedle all day and a-tweedle all night, and I bet you think you're dandy

Little Horse

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Unlimited Edition Multiple Day Rant (Junior Day)

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