This song is about people I archetyped in San Francisco and about how my friend johnny tried to hit a guy with a skateboard in Golden Gate Park
Recorded in Maggie's room in Santa Cruz the afternoon after she met all six of us on acid in a parking lot and took us home and made us rearrange all of her furniture on her balcony and made all of our trips bad because she was awful and her gay boyfriend made beets wearing just a headlamp 
california SUX
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LYRICS 

Take off his head take off his head the sun and moon both want him dead oh where’s the beer oh where’s the beer get that hippie out of here I hate my mom I hate my dad sitting back in my home town, I need your phone I need your phone is there a western union around?
Knifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknife 
skateboard! skateboard!
I hate my job I hate my girl I drink on Castro til I hurl oh where’s the bar oh where’s the bar give me the keys back to my car. No im not drunk no im not drunk, hey little girl you wanna fuck? Dirty kids all on the street can kick my ass and lick my feet, my dad worked hard for my degree you think you deserve money?
no
no
oh
Knifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknife 
skateboard! skateboard! 
Punk rock is my favorite fashion, safety pinning is my passion, everything is just a prank, look I even have a skank; where’s the show? where’s the show? Let’s go mosh with all the bros, look at my new thigh tattoo. Anarchy makes me cooler than you, my back patch makes me cooler than you and I have more friends on Facebook too, all the shows in town are mine; a movement hung on a clothing line. 
OH
Knifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknife 
SKATE-BOARD! SKATE-BOARD! Knifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknifeknife 
SKATE-BOARD! SKATE-BOARD!

Haight Street Love Song - Josh Taft

I just drove through a hurricane and it made me think of you
All the bottles and the rooftops and the things that we went through
And now I'm back in Georgia to scared to see my friends
'Cause the road I'm on, the road I'm on, is a road that never ends

One day I'll move to Portland, One day I'll move to France
One day I'll go back to San Francisco and give peace another chance
One day I wont feel guilty for how I live my life
And I'll sing and draw with a backpack on and a little travellin' wife

You should have seen my garden it was the talk of all the town 
The bushes all grew hardback books with the most clever lines around
The trees all sang Gorillaz songs and spoke in poetry
It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen 'till it was burned by the FCC

Do you remember back in my room, how hot that it would get? 
And we'd hang outside my windowsill and smoke our cigarettes
You said you'd always love me with your eyes so full of glow
But when I saw your smile with your new boyfriend I'm glad you let me go

I met a friend in Portland, whose name that I can't say
He never got his citizenship, not in the USA
The cops would always come around and give us all abuse
He never gave an inch to those fucking pigs, so what is your excuse?

The Dichotomy of a Picture of a Bathtub - Josh Taft

I don't like you 
I dont know you
but I think you're pretty cute
i am not what you're percieving
I think I'm just using you
and when i walk back on the island
I retrace all of my patterns
in the woods and by the water
i am still and always scattered
I write these songs to feel better
But I am a constant loser
Lying, dancing, in my bedroom
I write these songs to feel better
I have gone far
I have done shit
In the pursuit of my happiness
I have walked a thousand miles
In pursuit of nothing special 
I dont like me
I don't know me
I just hope I can flow freely
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
Pollution's sacred caught and plastered
in my red veins in my blue veins
a cynic love's son boy i'm tired
but I just slept 15 hours
I knew you well
You knew me well
on the roof that we had sex on
on my last tour 
in that one state
we got 38 large drink coupons
can I just stay for this one night
I will be nice I will be quiet
and when you call all your friends over
I will draw circles in the corner
I will drink too much in the corner
I will throw up in your bathroom
I will leave you in the morning
and fall out into the fog
I am useful if you're leaving
I am useless if you're staying
I had one friend that made a shirt 
it said Deportamos la imigra 
that means deport the immigration
I thought it was really clever
never lover sucks down under
eating ashtrays from your blubber
throwing all the snow you peed on
I am all the words you beat on
winter storms in olde ohio
i am nothing but the smoke
  
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t
d-a-f-t-4-t-a-f-t

daft 4 taft

Tune In D

the weird short story of a frightened bug looking for his lover in a dangerous human's house
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Little bugs, soar and sink and sail into white eyes, through dark skies
Little bugs, fit and flit and flutter into red mouths, into pink mouths


Little Bugs - Josh Taft

From my boots to your hat :)

140-letter poets, throwing tantrums, throwing fits
he calls themselves a feminist when he's looking at tits,
only an activist when it fits; 
yeah only an activist when it fits
say the fighting's wrong, but they love it to bits

100,000-typing chimps
practicing grammar, practicing diction,
they only get paid writing erotic fanfiction
(like) Fabio Lanzoni and a pile of dudes,
grunting loud, sending nudes,
and the monkeys still don't make enough money for food
(because people think it's tasteless when they get reviewed)

20 years, with auditing ears
endearing egomaniac puppeteers,
hiding my fears, begging for beers,
always going home before the music is over
ignoring the skirts, overdoing the sober
Learn the side effects from a manila folder

100,160-numbers in a song, plus 1 repeating,
plus 1 repeating, plus 1 repeating,
a manila folder will tell you how I'm feeling

From my boots to your hat :)

Kohlton Pascal