Baby I’m feeling so lonely. I wanted to call you now but I can’t do that somehow.

I think about you in almost every way. I want to hold you, kiss you, make you my lovely date. Our first kiss; those succulent lips. The meaning of happiness at the waterfall.

You can fall. You can fall. You can fall.

I first met you when I made your drink. I saw you take that succulent taste. I put the whipped cream on your ice and I told you that you had such beautiful eyes and... 

I think about you in almost every way. I want to hold you, kiss you, make you my lovely date. Our first kiss; those succulent lips. The meaning of happiness at the waterfall.

You can fall. You can fall. You can fall.

I first met you when I made your drink. I saw you take that succulent taste. I put the whipped cream on your ice and I told you that you had such beautiful eyes and... 

You can fall. You can fall. You can fall.

You Can Fall

City slicker hipster kids walking the streets thinking so highly of their own philosophies. There I am doing just the same; judging the whole world as it rebels from me. Everybody’s judging us by near whom we walk so choose your friends wisely and that’s putting it mildly. Thick-rimmed black glasses and tight pants galore, flamboyant styles and hipster vernacular. 

Fight the man! [Battle cry]! Get away while you can! [Breaths and battle cries]!

Get some breast and calf implants—you are not complete without them. Buy designer clothes and sail around the world. You need to buy these shoes or no man will ever love you. They be making fools; fight the whores!

Could it be I? Or is it the world? Who is at fault I don’t belong? Don’t want to fit in. I need to rebel. Fight the man! Fuck the world!

Twenty-something success just walked into work feeling proud of his life and weekend he conquered. Hot girlfriend, new car, and a job that pays; he’s never even held a single controversial thought in his life. He’s in on these waves, “EDM culture saves,” his morality ain’t ever going out of style. Vasectomized at thirty-five at the behest of his wife—bitch feminist wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. [Battle cry]!

And Mae West got a pistol, and Neo gets a pill. And day in, day out life is a shill. And Fabio’s gracing magazines; he be selling butter, books, and protein. And LFO once said it best, “You look like a girl from Abercrombie & Fitch.”

Could it be I? Or is it the world? Who is at fault I don’t belong? Don’t want to fit in. I need to rebel. Fight the man! Fuck the world!

And I ask what is sanity worth? My religion is slave morality but I’d rather be a slave to truth than to lies. But the world seems purple to me; it’s a pill. Praise be to God! But why is insanity His love?

Get some breast and calf implants—you are not complete without them. Buy designer clothes and sail around the world. You need to buy these shoes or no man will ever love you. They be making fools; fight the whores!

And Mae West got a pistol, and Neo gets a pill. And day in, day out life is a shill. And Fabio’s gracing magazines; he be selling butter, books, and protein. And LFO once said it best, “You look like a girl from Abercrombie & Fitch.”

Could it be I? Or is it the world? Who is at fault I don’t belong? Don’t want to fit in. I need to rebel. Fight the man! Fuck the world!

Fight the Man (Venially Sinful Version)

All because I know secrets of your heart. Did you say that I’d be there? Might you be wrong about that?

Tell it for the reasons why. Tell it for the love you hide.

I’m never gonna break you down. I’m never gonna run you aground. I’m never gonna abandon ship; tell you that I don’t feel the same. I’m never gonna let you lie fallow in the womb inside. I’m never gonna give you up like Rick Astley likes to sing. 

Every generation finds its own ways to be with other ones and consummate. Other things will go. Other things await. This is my assault; assault upon heart. 

Tell it for the reasons why. Tell it for the love you hide.

Did you fear that I’d be not there? You should know that I’ll be right here next to you.

Assault Upon Heart

I hear the sirens.

And death comes to all. It waits not for our call. In life, hear the call, stand up tall.

I walk humbly out of love. I take only out of want. Because baby I'll be gone someday. Never to need anything. I'll be for your heart.

And death comes to all. It waits not for our call. And life, lives a song, what we're left when we're gone.

I Hear the Sirens

I'll tell you something, and it counts for me. It's something true about every man. And every man wants to survive, but even more so he wants to provide.

There's not a lot of work—I know I'm looking hard. You don't count Saturday. And only Ricky Roma in Furman, Arizona. A "yabba dabba doo" ya?

I used to dream of being a wealthy man. But I'll give anything just to be middle class. Oh yeah.

It's hard to get ahead—I know I'm working hard. You must work Saturdays. And only Ricky Roma in Furman, Arizona.

I'm a man and I want to provide. My wife is strong but so overwhelmed. What good am I?

I'll tell you something, and it counts for me. It's something true about every man. And every man wants to survive, but even more so he wants to provide. Oh yeah.

Middle Class

Furman, Arizona I don't know even know where it is.
I bought some land in Furman. I thought the salesman was my friend.
I own some land and now I'm going there to find it.
I looked it up on Google. Does it have snow? Does it have snow?
Does it even have water? Can it be my new home?

Furman, Arizona sounds like a hot place. Could I find a new wife? Could I find a new life? I think I had a relative once move out that direction there.
And I think it was a Walter, he invented himself.
Does it have snow? Does it have? Does it even have water? Can it be my new home?

Furman, Arizona I don't even know where it is. I bought some land in Furman. I though the salesman was my friend. I own some land and now I'm going there to find it. Does it have snow? Does it have?

Furman, Arizona

I get a little love. I give a little love. I never wanted anything in return. You get a little love. You get it when you want. I never wanted anything else for you.

I get a little lost, and then I see you turn and run. You get a little love. You get it when you want.

You get a little lost in the love I give--you need. You get a little love. You say you want it all.

And if I give you what you want and then I see you turn and run. You get a little love. You say you want it all.

I love it.

I get a little love. And the love I give is free. You take when you want. I never tell you it's wrong. And it's all the same.

You get a little love. And then I see you turn and run. You take it when you want. I never tell you it's wrong.

You Get A Little Love

Post-Reconciliation

Melody and lyrics written by Sinnott, drums by Laumbacher
Performed and recorded by Sinnott and Laumbacher
Produced by Young Swan and Rodney Blackwell

Special thanks to Bob McGuire, Fred Drueck, and Eric Polkow

Get Over It

Kind of like Tekashi69 and Imagine Dragons put together.

Edmund Sinnott & Daniel Laumbacher.

Older project: https://soundcloud.com/itisi-corduroy

Edmund's earliest recordings: https://soundcloud.com/young-ed-preston-sinnott

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