The cheeriest song of trash on the road I've ever heard. Hahahaa Nair is great!

I 4 35 Exit 17, Missouri
From a high fly Toronto plane, with no worry
I drive my own personal highway, to a land I bought out right
But here in the KC county, something ruins my sight

It's real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge
Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished

Endless corn grows to the left, and mighty farms are on our right
On the Northwest Barry road, these are the first sights
Tires blown and litter thrown, all over the ground
Rotting away Midwest decay, Truman starts to frown

At real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge
Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished

Out on a Kansas road, saw the words Yang Ming
On a truck of unknown origin, that was littering
Could that be a Danish name, Lativan, Croatian or from Spain
Giving the Swedes benefit of the doubt, but really this is all about
Garbage!

2 Litres full of Apple juice, flying on the highway excused
From the truck titled Yang Ming, can't assume it's an Asian thing
You never know with folks these days, crazy for something to slay
They should focus on real issues, that require more tissues

Like real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge
Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished
There's real American garbage, turning the land to a carcass
Real American garbage, the highway's not your storage

Real American Garbage

It's 992 (What you gonna do about it)
And it's my life too (What you got to lose)
I won't lose (acronyms and antonyms)
Secret codes to places that don't make sense

It's 993, (everything is rolling see)
Don't love me (I don't wanna be)
Your excuse (eulogies and accolades)
For the inevitable moment when it all goes wrong

994 (Why you on the floor)
I don't know (your stupid when you're bored)
I'm not dumb (speak some truth or hold your tongue)
Burning bridges leaves a man no place to run

995 (I don't wanna die)
996 (standing at the brink)
992 (What you gonna do, when the error codes or something else comes for you)

I got no clue (Man you never do)
I have no rules ( I bet you think that's cool)
See me free relatively speaking, I guess it looks like freedom when there's nothing left to lose

Whoa this war was fought
whoa this war was fought forever
Whoa this thought was thought
whoa this thought was thought forever

Whoa this spiritual realm 
whoa these little prayers
whoa this terrible taste
whoa this terrible liar 

Whoa this walk was walked
whoa this walk was walked forever
whoa this fate was mourned
whoa this fate was mourned forever

Whoa this digital world
whoa these million layers
whoa this terrible sound 
whoa this terrible temple

Forevermore

I'm gritting my teeth
I'm biting them hard 
there's sand in my face
there's sand in my car
if that ain't enough
there's sand in my shoes too
I'm out of this race
and my engine is fucked

I got it from heaven
I got it on good authority 
there's no water no lake no deep blue sea
in a desert with cactii for company
look welwitschia crawling along

tumbleweed, starving coyotes
tumbleweed, but some pretty skies
i am hungry, i am thirsty
but they're worse places out there to do die 

I'm clenching my fist
i'm balling them hard
there's sand in my mouth
I won't get much far
if that ain't enough
I still had some things to do 
but I'm stranded and my race is done

Tumbleweed

Em, G, C

and now I get it:
music is a medium to express yourself 
let loose those words off the tip of your tongue 
nonsense makes sense in the end it...

coagulates 
gathers moss and makes some sense
computates
calculations have sums in the end 
coagulates 
makes. some.sense x2

oh x2 

I didn't get it: 
Training is for
the losers who think 
doing things always has to-be-perfect 
take a side step make a safe space tailored for you 
who ever really has time to do that 

Not me : too busy living, too busy sleeping  not me 
too busy doing the things that I wanted to do 
and that time spent...

Coagulates

Instrumental: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2156bWc6QAI

Yo college  at last
just another frontier to pass 
let the past be the past you 
this is  my... yeah
this was supposed to the be place where i redefined myself 
or got to a different part of the shelf 
still reaching though on tip toes 
this was supposed to something greater

Yo college, you collar dog neck motherfucker 
dressed up systematic bullshit still a rotter
rote a notebook spit back chewed up facts 
regurgitating shit people wrote way way back

same spiel 
hoodie on walking through the corridors 
I fear no eye contact in the shadows of all of ya'll 
bright smile with the cheesy ass greeting
clicking with cliques i do not wanna be meeting 

welcome to college yo just stop and stare 
at the best of the best nailing everything everywhere
egghead braniacs or Brad Pitt faces 
oh goodie more fighting more rat-wheel races 

I mean 
got no excuse for being the dude 
that'd lose 20 times in a coinflip - but I do 
and going at books out of a sick sense of obligation
that insanity wouldn't even make good television yo

college, guilt tripping motherfucker
should've rolled joints and been rocking out like my brothers
Hendrix, the Wu Tang Clan
the OGs and the ballers who aced all the exams 

Fuck me I had a decade to decide 
if decaying in a damn class was worth my time 
worrying about 
what'd happen if I chased my dreams and died 
too broke to even buy a pencil to write down my rhymes mean 

anythings better than wishing the man in the mirror was a killer not a bitch not a serial sleeper 
sleepin in till noon on a diet of pizza and porn
wide eyes smiley face dead and forlorn  inside
dont remember what the sunrise look like in the morn 

so college, you collar dog neck motherfucker 
i'd be calmer about this but to be honest I don't wanna 
be unclear or uncertain in how i say what i know 
i'm the master of my fate and i decide where to go

Yo College Take One

I found a star on the street today
it's skin was pale its face gone gray
passerbys walked out the way
nobody cares about stars these days

The sun was out but the sky gone gray
If it was clouds or smoke i just couldn't say
nobody saw they're all wearing shades
nobody cares about the sky these days

I found a dog on the street today
it felt no pride at the life it had made
I've never known to live any other way
nobody cares about dogs these days

50 Skitchies

Nobody Cares About Stars These Days

20 seconds later I was saying see you later
and I really did not think that we would ever meet again

20 minutes later I was wondering what fate was 
and I really did not think that I would ever smile again

20 hours later I was in an elevator 
with my coffee in my hand thinking I wanna be her friend

20 weeks later I was wondering what fate was
at this super random party we were face to face again

20 years later I am saying see you later 
and I'm glad I got to meet you but I guess that it's the end 

20 decades later I am lying in my graveyard
next to you and I am good, I hope we somehow meet again

The Stupid Song 202020

Heart fire since I met you 
I fly cloud nine it feels quite good
I'm crashing hard on you 
Icarus evil sun I'm battered and bruised

We should probably talk
But I don't wanna talk
Some things are just better left unsaid
We like who we like, and we love who we love
I know this even when lying in bed 
next to you 
next to you

It's too much I know
Freaks myself out too 
it just fills and it spills and it twists my soul
I've been looking for nothing but meaningless kisses 
and found myself caged in your hold 



it seems these feelings won't go away 
They are here to stay 
matter of fact I believe I'd rather feel something this real 
than live another fake day 
without you  
in my head

I've drunk myself into a stupor just trying hard to forget you 
And I've run away from sleep just so I don't meet you in my dreams 
And I'm counting all the seconds 
and checking all the minutes 
that I got to spend with you while it lasted 
And I said too much too little too late
And I guess I got to pay

for all the things I didn't say
For all the things that that I never said 


Heart fire since I met you 
I flew cloud nine and it felt quite good
I crashed hard on you 
Icarus evil sun I'm battered and bruised

Heartfire

F, C, F, Am 

*Whistles*

Raindrop gets in the eye of a milkman 
the milkman dies 

he crashes into a sign post 
that says "Warning, there's bees ahead ."

he falls into a ditch 
and his bike is taken to a bicycle shop 

it's torn to pieces and sold for scrap to make some, some bicycle parts
the parts are sold to a shop that makes bicycles 
for kids on the block

kid gets the bike with a bad chain 
and he rips it off 

to make a belt for his favourite jeans 
when he wears it he looks quite cool 

he sells the jeans for 400 dollars on ebay 
his career starts off 

the buyer then hangs himself with the bicycle chain when 
he learns he lost 
everything in his marriage

bicycle chain gets sold to a museum 
for morbid things 

inspires a little kid to write up some poetry
a little song 

about dominoes and how they fall 
and stack up
and change such things 

raindrop falls on his head one day 
the kid just sighs 
he never really ever like the rain because it 
it makes him cry

Dominoes

Close your eyes 
spin around 
open your eyes 
now you're gone 
oh how magnificent 
oh such a magic trick 
you were there 
and now you're gone

Close your eyes 
count to ten 
you dissapeared 
I don't know when 
oh how priceless a thing 
oh such a party trick 
you were there 
now you ain't

Close your eyes 
swing your bat 
open your eyes 
your hands are red
oh how mysterious 
oh such a mischievous trick
wanted candy
now someone's dead 

crushed their head (messed up pinata) 
got lost instead 
you dissapeared (hide and seek)

50 Skitchies 

Messed up pinata

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Real American Garbage

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