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We Think We Know You (2)

I lived in Salt Lake City for 3 years and discovered an amazing local music scene. This is a sampling of some of my favorite bands and tracks.

The Brobecks - Goodnight Socialite

When Mom Isn't Home

Bo Fo' Sho' - Bo Burnham

Spooky Scary Skelletons Remix by TheLivingTombstone

Megalovania cover 2x LSDJ on gameboy. This took a bit more labor than I expected.

still shit at mastering two gameboys ffff

Undertale - Megalovania 8bit (2x LSDJ)

Rich Kids

#Deep - Bo Burnham

Just uploaded this to soundcloud so I could play it on my playlist. I do not own this. Love you Bo.

Bo Burnham - Kill Yourself (HQ)

Bo Burnham - What's Funny.

Sweat, ache, Hands shake
Heart begins to palpitate
Legs twitch. Twist and kick
Something’s wrong
Eyes wide, dilate
Every shadow seems unsafe
Can’t sleep, can’t eat
Help me, I’m gone

Well I drank, sipped, sucked it up
Threw every last shred of hope in the cup
Then knocked it back, world fades to black
Not quenched until I drown
Now where’s my soul said I
This twitching kid with the bloodshot eyes
Got oh so high, failed to fly
Now falling to the ground 

What would make you get so battered
That your bones betray you, start to shatter
And you can’t relate to all the happy little night-time boys and girls

Stop. Kick. Twist. Now. 

Teeth clench, hands too
Won’t do what I want them to
Can’t think, need drink
Wrong kind of thirst
But it’s done, sense won
Couldn’t handle all this fun
Save breath, crave death
Can’t be much worse

And I’m sick, sigh, can’t abide
This twitching track from wet to dry
I’m too old to cry, too young to die
Too rabid for the pack
So I’ll spit, try to hold it in
Search for a sign of life within
And I’ll fake a grin until my skin
Is starting to crack

What would make you get so battered
That your bones betray you, start to shatter
And you can’t relate to all the happy little night-time boys and girls
Well you’ve got to break through, got to battle through
The nights that hate you, ‘til you’re better
And the shakes can’t shake you
Like the happy little night-time boys and girls

So just stay cool and break through this sick delirium state
I got wasted, now I’m tasting the cruel justice of fate

Can’t sleep. Bones creak.
Must seek the night-time boys and girls

What would make you get so battered
That your bones betray you, start to shatter
And you can’t relate to all the happy little night-time boys and girls
Well you’ve got to break through, got to battle through
The nights that hate you, ‘til you’re better
And the shakes can’t shake you
Like the happy little night-time boys and girls

Delirium Tremendous

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

This is The Rough Draft, the newest album from Bug Hunter

Be Glad I Love You (Go To Bed)

Disco! In The Panic Room

Hands up if life is getting stressful
And shout if you are saddened by the news
I need some tips to cope,
some data or some anecdotes,
'cause right now nothing's workin' for my blues

Sometimes I deal by playing music
and sometimes I relax by reading books
Sometimes I go downtown,
climb a tree and don't come down
and throw a bunch of pinecones at people

A crowd has formed around my tree,
just out of reach, and the police have
blocked the street on every side
But no one can climb it and
I think its 'cause they know I have
a pinecone here for everyone who tries

I yell: I'm gonna live to be a hundred
I'm gonna see them cure disease
Then I'm gonna watch them
go to war over the royalties so
if you need me, I'll be in the tree

If you need me, I'll be in the tree
There's several cameras pointed up into my tree
it seems the world's concerned with what I might do next…
Throwing pinecones at photographers
from up here in this conifer
like Tarzan getting scouted by the Mets

Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a thousand
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
Got robot legs and robot head
and my robot ass don't know it yet but
I'd be better off back in the tree

So if you need me, I'll be in the tree…

'Cause no one's asking what would drive me up this pine
Is it protest? Am I being paid to preach or advertise?
No, this non-deciduous decision was all mine
You can show a horse the ropes
but no, you cannot make him climb

And this tree's a makeshift metaphor and I prefer to think
I'm just a stressed out Christmas ornament
who needs some space to breathe
And if the camera crews and crowded streets
and dozens of police
are my endless pressures manifested down below my tree
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
They are the lame and immature ways I deal with them
But also how satisfying it is to do so...
To dome one... when they're not looking... yeah

I'm gonna live to be a million
Longer than the flowers, birds and bees
but if I start to come undone,
make like a tree and hug someone
Everybody needs a place to breathe
just recognize when it is time to leave

I'm probably gonna live forever
but should I die (and that may be preferred)
take me out and bury me
and plant a tree right over me
so I may help someone escape the world

Yeah, I may help someone escape the world

We Think We Know You (2)

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