Searching(Unplugged)

No Time

Drown You Out

Searching

Real Thing

Underground to break a curse
And stay afloat
Let your signals go
Don’t be rational

Climbing up the totem pole
To watch the ghosts
From a kingdom past
Who forever roam

Superman
Do See Do
Come too close
Whac-A-Mole

Travel down the rabbit hole
Cabin in the woods
City streets are overgrown
Dormez-vous you cockroach

Galavant the countryside 
It’s fictional
Play a game of risk
You dirty animal

Dominoes are falling 
Is it still a joke
You’re a sitting duck
So invincible 

Laughing now?
Do see do
Make your bed
Whac-A-Mole

Ba da ba da ba da ba
Ba da ba da
Ba da ba da ba
Ba da ba da ba

Ba da ba da ba da ba
Ba da ba da
Ba da ba da ba
Ba da ba da ba 
Oh oh 

You’re on deck
Do see do
Walk the plank
Whac-A-Mole

Travel down the rabbit hole
Cabin in the woods
City streets are overgrown
Dormez-vous you cockroach 

Living in your La-Z-Boy 
So you don’t fold
No immunity 
And the water’s cold

Scuba dive dilemma
It’s a family feud
In oblivion 
Don’t know what to do
Oh oh

Take a bath 
Do see do
You’re the host
Whac-A-Mole

Art: Olivia Boryczewski 
Mixing: Sam Poll

Whac-A-Mole

My Empty Plate

What a homecoming 
Peanut butter fluffing 
What a never-ending day

Mutiny’s cooking
Monotone stuffing
Join the virtual parade

Localize your whereabouts press pause
Our time has expired 
But the date of expiration 
Isn’t for a couple months 
But then you came along

Sitting in the syrup
Sinking in my luck
Cancel activity

Boredoms in the oven
Cutting referendums 
Gone are my liberties

All that you can eat buffet
All my choices ran away
My empty plate
It’s a lot to swallow
Don’t be hasty
So here why don’t you have a taste
My empty plate 

Tantalizing sugar
Just want to deliver
Loving’s now a fantasy

Dreams are in the blender
Frozen chicken tenders
Dinner is a grand defeat

All that you can eat buffet
All my choices ran away
My empty plate
It’s a lot to swallow
Don’t be hasty
So here why don’t you have a taste
My empty plate 

Me and my empty plate
Me and my empty plate
Me and my empty plate
Me and my empty plate

Localize your whereabouts press pause
Our time has expired 
But the date of expiration 
Isn’t for a couple months 
But then you came along

All that you can eat buffet
All my choices ran away
My empty plate
It’s a lot to swallow
Don’t be hasty
So here why don’t you have a taste
My empty plate

Art: Olivia Boryczewski 
Mixing: Sam Poll

My Empty Plate

I can see the finish line
This is no 5k marathon blitzkrieg 
Race to the top
Anaphylactic shock
When it’s all over
We’ll be honking round the clock

Survived the drought, you holy cow
You got the number one pick in the draft
And the Hotties are out
Oh no you can’t strike out
Because we all want some and we’ll get it
‘Cause we all know how
Because we all want some and we’ll get it
‘Cause we all know how

We all got the shaft just look around
We all long for better days and better ways
To say that I love you
It’s true It’s…

Couch town television maybe reading
Zoom in zoom out 
2020 vision isn’t what I thought it be
But I think we can agree
That a phone call’s nice 
But we all need some company
That a phone call’s nice 
But we all need some company

We all got the shaft just look around
We all long for better days and better ways
To say that I love you
It’s true It’s…

When we are free 
So many fish in the sea
I’d love to jump right in
And play the lottery
I just want it all to be alright 

Crowded house no privacy
It’s the Wild West without a desert 
And a place to breathe
And no you can’t leave
Soon we’ll be outside
On a beach in Santorini 
Soon we’ll be outside
On a beach in Santorini 

We all long for better days and better ways
To say that I love you
It’s true It’s true
We all long for better days and better ways
To say that I love you
It’s true It’s true

Art: Olivia Boryczewski 
Mixing: Sam Poll

Better Days

It can't be all glitter and gold
But you don’t have to be so cold
Stop with the I told you so's
And smile Mr. Cynical

Early in the morning get my cardio, radio
NPR and BBC confirm my fears, bye bye hope
Dirty dishes in the sink
Barbarians under my roof, it just won't stop

It can’t be all glitter and gold
But you don't have to be so cold
Stop with the I told you so's
And smile Mr. Cynical

Temper trap the anger
Please don't sink the ship, rock the boat
Captain crunch don't talk or chew
About the blues, let it go
Look into the telescope
To see that it ain't all so bad, so miserable

It can't be all glitter and gold
But you don't have to be so cold
Stop with the I told you so’s
And smile Mr. Cynical

Down down down
You are bringing me bringing me
Up up up
I can take you there
Down down down
Oh it’s killing you killing me
Isn't it a beautiful mess we’re in

It can't be all glitter and gold
But you don't have to be so cold
Stop with the I told you so's
And smile Mr. Cynical
It can’t be all glitter and gold
But you don't have to be so cold
Stop with the I told you so's
And smile Mr. Cynical
And smile Mr. Cynical

Art: Olivia Boryczewski 
Mixing: Sam Poll

Mr. Cynical

I wrote this song about my weekly visits to my Grandpa’s apartment during this quarantine. My Grandpa is my best friend and is one hell of a guy. If you have any elderly relatives, give them and call and say hello. This pandemic is hitting them harder than most. I present to you, song six of Indoor Outings, “Come Again.” Lyrics are below.

Pay a visit when you can
I’ll be here in nowhere land
Passing time in luxury
The loneliness is mean to me
So please come again

The printing press is way to slow
The books I read they come and go
The characters can’t speak to me
Stay on the page sit happily
And every story is one in the same
With different dialogues and different names

Everybody’s calling now
The messenger is working while I wait
What’s your plan and where’d you go
Sit out on my patio
Tell me what’s been keeping you away

Pay a visit when you can
I don’t think I understand
Time and its velocity
The depths of this catastrophe
The blueprints they were written in the sand
The tide came in and played its sleight of hand

Everywhere I look
There’s a new narrative that’s dancing on the edge
But it takes two to tango
I’m not buying your new slang no
I won’t drink your coffee it’s too dark for me
It’s missing the milk and equal, I prefer green tea

Pay a visit when you can
Feed me what your mother can’t
Talk to me for heaven’s sake
My misery will float away
So please come again
So please come again

Art: Olivia Boryczewski 
Mixing: Sam Poll

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