it's like a dream
it's like a dream come true
i'm not afraid of anything you need
every little thing that you want to do
i want to do it too, so i can be with you

you're all i need, and all i need is you
i can't believe that my dream came true
everywhere you go, i want to be there, too
like a monkey on your back 
or gum on your shoe

my kinda love
my kinda lover

My Kinda Lover

i sold my favorite axe so i could buy some grass
on my way outside, I found twenty dollars in my coat
i guess it all works out. 
i can drive myself to work, and i can still sing my songs. 
they go: la la la la la la, la la la, la la la la la

we are not the responsible kind
we can't hardly pay our bills
we're so strung out, we can't even buy a thrill

Grass Money

believe in the machine
it tells you all the secrets from your dreams
with supernatural speed, it knows just what you want and what you need

it watches from inside
exposing every weakness that you hide
it's learning all the time
from every single thought that's in your mind

and if you try to run, they'll only catch you faster
they'll only catch you faster even if you try to run
and if you try to hide, they'll find you where you're hiding
they'll find you where you're hiding
even if you try to hide

it tells you where to go
and it knows every secret that you know
but when you want to leave, you have to buy the key to the machine

it knows what you're doing in bed
it's inside of your head

and if you try to run, they'll only catch you faster
they'll only catch you faster even if you try to run
and if you try to hide, they'll find you where you're hiding
they'll find you where you're hiding
even if you try to hide

Believe In The Machine

i went to funerals and parties
i thought a lot about my body
i met this girl, her name was jonnie

she went to school with everybody
wore tore-up jeans from abercrombie
she is a black belt in karate

yeah

she's been accused of being jolly
more often not, she's melancholy
her mom and dad still call her molly

yeah

Jonnie

satellite, little red satellite
october sky, scientific alibi
little paranoia

everybody's seen up khrushchev's sleeve
it's got legs, and it's shaped just like a basketball
little paranoia

i can't see it from this aspect ratio
i can hear it beeping on my radio
i see colors in my newest tv shows 

and i've got warm chicken in the microwave
i'm on board for the latest craze

tell me if it matters
tell me if i matter

i felt funny when i listened to the tapes
talking heads will tell me when i feel okay
i think the president has made a few mistakes
but i've got warm beer and talk radio

Sputnik

take a little time to be alone
there's nobody home, nobody home
if you want to leave, say so. 
there's nowhere to go,
nowhere to go.

we could take a walk in the rain.
it's all the same, it's all the same
if you don't let it go to hell,
somebody will,
somebody will

Nobody Home

what if this is just a test...a series of challenges? 
and just when you begin to think that you can win, 
you start from the beginning.
if you want to get it right, 
don't ask for the wrong advice.
 don't listen to the ones who make you think that you 
will lose when you are winning.

you're on your own this time. 
you feel alone. 
it's fine.

On Your Own

when you sleep, do you dream?
do you lay there, thinking of everything you missed?
everything you tried for?

do you feel anything at all?
can you hear me?
when i sleep, when i dream, you are near me.

art by @hughrusselpants

Everything You Missed

Meek. Timid. Unambitious.

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