MYSTICAL MAGICAL WAS DISCOVERED BY TALLY HALL FIRST, PROVE ME WRONG

Moody - 2

Lemon Demon - Jaws

Spring And A Storm (Tally Hall)

The Whole World And You (Tally Hall)

Dream (Bonus Track)

Misery Fell (Tally Hall)

rising

frown

Variations on a Cloud

Nobody Loves Me

Rotary Park (Ft. Zubin Sedghi)

Lifetime Achievement Award by Lemon Demon

Spirit Phone

Lifetime Achievement Award

Lemon Demon - Lifetime Achievement Award [sped up + outro cut]

rain

the situation (feat. Kero Kero Bonito)

When I'm Angry

Something Better

From "Everything is a Lot" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl5XUM_qoN4

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go. 
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos. 
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD 
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on. 
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe. 
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and 
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement, 
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late! 
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time. 
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes. 
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray. 
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! 
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe. 
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain! 
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know. 
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse. 
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that. 
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, 
Bust your kneecap! 
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer. 
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer. 
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer, 
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here. 
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows. 
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!” 
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate? 
My death come swiftly and gently to you. 
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom. 
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest? 
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

6up 5Oh CopOut (Pro/Con)

Verse 1:
I left my little town when I was twenty-one,
Chasin’ a city gal with eyes like the rising sun.
She swore she’d be my sweetheart, said she’d wait for me,
But her kiss turned cold as winter on old Lake Erie.
She laughed when I was lonely, danced with every Joe,
Spent my hard-earned dollars on some other beau.
Now my heart’s a rusty trumpet that don’t wanna play her tune,
I’m tired of these neon nights and this lonesome hotel room.

Chorus:
I’m goin’ way back home, where the morning smells like bread,
From that corner bakery that filled my sleepy head.
Where the streets still remember the squeak of my bicycle wheel,
And Mama’s porch light’s burnin’, and her love is real.
Way back home, where the church bells softly chime,
Where the maple trees still whisper that everything’s gonna be fine.
That mean gal can keep her city lights and her heart of chrome, 
I hear my hometown callin’, and I’m goin’, yes, I’m goin’ way back home.

Verse 2:
I dream about the drugstore and the nickel cherry Coke,
The gang on the corner crackin’ jokes in the barber-shop smoke.
I can almost taste the apple pie coolin’ on the sill,
Hear the screen door slam like it did when I was little still.
She wrote me one last letter, said “Kid, you’re yesterday,”
But yesterday’s the only place my heart wants to stay.
So I’m thumbin’ for a freight train or a Greyhound if I can, 
Gotta get back to the streets that knew this homesick man.

Chorus:
Yeah, I’m goin’ way back home, where the morning smells like bread,
From that corner bakery that filled my sleepy head.
Where the streets still remember the squeak of my bicycle wheel,
And the girl I left behind me never made me kneel.
Way back home, where a fella’s worth ain’t measured in gold,
Where the fireflies dance like they did when I was eight years old.
Let that mean gal keep her glitter and her heart of chrome, 
The prodigal’s comin’ back, and I’m goin’, Lord, I’m goin’ way back home.

Outro:
Just a nickel for the jukebox, one more swing before I roam…
Play it sweet now, fellas…
I’m goin’ way back home.

Goin’ Way Back Home

This is a cover of a song originally written by Neil Cicierega (aka Lemon Demon) for his album Spirit Phone. You can find the original song here: https://lemondemon.bandcamp.com/track/as-your-father-i-expressly-forbid-it

Download: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1lplaj-gzVOWIc-cr65pSIS698QnvdgMe?usp=sharing

Lyrics:
Hey, turn your techno music down
Your grandpa's coming by tonight
Now, I don't wanna hear it
We'll be having macaroni
You will be polite
When he's here tonight
Don't talk about the internet
Your grandpa doesn't understand
You will not bring your GameBoy
Or whatever to the table
Do you understand?
He doesn't understand

As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
I'm your dad
I'm your dad

What happened to my medicine?
The stuff I take to keep my hair
It's obvious you stole it
And you sold it on the street
'Cause you don't even care
If I lose my hair
Okay, I found my medicine
I'm sorry that I yelled at you
But let this be a lesson
If you ever steal my medicine
That's what I'll do
I'll yell at you

As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
I'm your dad
I'm your dad

As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
I'm your dad
As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
As your father I expressly forbid it
I'm your dad
I'm your dad

As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It (Lemon Demon Cover)

The Whole World And You (Tally Hall)

Tally Hall

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