Allergenic Mess (don't sweat the small stuff like Pluto)

by Safety Concerns

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1.	Sandpaper Tongue 01:09	lyrics	buy track
Hip hop was the intention but we ended up with this A change in perspective solves the puzzle of Phil Fish With three unheard albums I’m heading back to the well A sound philosophy is a loud invisibility spell My absence from social media is purification for the soul But my mind is still sick so the end product is null These words lounge around like sandpaper on my tongue Already unsteady on ladder ascend one more rung Strain this milk with dirty cotton and amplify my cheese Another rusty wheeze surely not a pulmonary disease The number twenty five chuckles at my reflection I’d never collect money from those under my protection Their parents are a whole other bag of snack packets I still carry the albatross through a simplified tax bracket
2.	Ode to "One Pound Plus Bar" 01:01	lyrics	buy track
Scour the pantry it must be there My heart simply can’t take another cacao scare Laid bare tablespoons upon tablespoons of carbs Contained within a massive Belgian chocolate bar Five hundred grams ingested without thought With the one pound plus bar that Cassady bought Romantically inclined when she chose to procure Such tumultuous tummy trouble I knowingly incur Dopamine release the chocolate tastes good! This tastes how all food inherently should We reached the apex this is finally fucking it Touring cloud nine in a fantastical chocolate blimp A cocoa fountain springs in the desert of my mind And chocolate artisan’s medium is sublime Only know pleasure during active consumption Skipping on the almonds is a correct assumption
3.	temp-dad 01:00	lyrics	buy track
Temp dad in sandals Temp dad is not a vandal Temp dad holds no candle To real dad avoid bramble Temp dad is not the best example Temp dad grip the handle Temp dad it is a new day Temp dad takes the food away Temp dad eats too much frito-lay Temp dad is a hypocrite yay When you find yourself in a position of temporary fatherhood It can be a unexpected and precarious experience I agreed to housesit however so mine is voluntary So my temporal existence is in a cheery sense
4.	Tummy Trouble 01:00	lyrics	buy track
Growling and twisting and general unrest Would be the case if my scenario was best But the waves hit me fundamentally deeper And my belly is ready to jam on the bleeper Stomach censorship cerealized since seven When additional sugar was making milk heaven Years of tetracycline has it’s effect My predominant gut feeling is currently regret Maybe it was the tollhouse in the brownie batter Or by chance the biscuits and gravy’s scented counter Feel like I’ve been offered mayo glazed raw flounder While driving please take turns slow and rounder It’s tummy ache stomach break tried and true If I regurgitate it’s not intended for you Seven-Up promptly for these abdominal blues I’ll google how to start a new kombucha brew Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside Tired of the tummy trouble just keep it inside
5.	Confusion 01:44	lyrics	buy track
Dullish study voltage controlled buddy Work my emotions like borax based putty Dirty intentions make a wet blanket muddy The absurdisms complete me but aren’t quite funny Welcome to the zone of twilight confusion Not here to make a purchase I’m simply perusing I think I missed the logical operator’s function Wondering whatever at this formal junction Concurrently with the flux of the sample and hold I ride the sine wave like an aggravated bull But I still lack experience with this type of mammal Close up and shut down and embrace the full trample Slightly more engaged Doctor Cox has been paged Plastic bag poetry that has yet to be staged The vibrato wiggles wildly like a worm in the rain And Silverstein left plenty of water in my brain This song was formed through fresh linguistic recursion I would over prepare for any possible excursion A rush of blood will make my ears ring loud Stereo dissonance and I hate every sound Welcome back to the dawn and dusk of confusion I’m here to embody your complete disillusion I’m quite sure that predicate has always been false The confusion zone has random endless maze halls Generated curtesy of the sample and hold I ride the saw wave like an aggravated bull But I still lack experience with this type of signal Close up and shut down and embrace the full wiggle
6.	A Coffee Growler 01:25	lyrics	buy track
Sixty four nothing less nothing more This caffeine chugging has become a chore Fill the stained water in an insulated growler I own a nineteen seventy one vintage prowler Which is rather burdensome and not at all sleepy The electric skeleton like emotion is fleeting My bones get a charge and I’m not doing tea Matè bring my focus to close to family Who are burdened by the prowler awkward position Best apology would be a coffee subscription Pulsation in rhythm for an ideal grind The capresso’s tone makes it hard to keep time Graze my hair and posture like a moose Fix it with sixty four ounces of anxiety juice
7.	Olfactory Waves 01:40	lyrics	buy track
Breathless catapult call me plague bringer Careless drip as an appropriate elbow flinger When I cough it’s a casual and loose affair When I sneeze it’s slime I’m expelling to share Let it all loose you’re in germ city central Repeat tissue wiping is anything but gentle Viruses are bitter they’re not classified alive Which is why they infest me to multiply I’m a conduit for sickness that’s eudaemonia Like judging taco bell against a local taqueria Three year flu length I have sickness superpowers Only gets worse in close proximity to flowers Now I’m rocking that Sweet anti-histamine Nose way less runny and no excessive itching The mucous production is a natural reaction Finally qualify for the all organic caption There is now sufficient cause to remain only inside As repeated allergen exposure is a wild ride Will emerge one day to speak up for the barbaloots In an old fashion deep sea diving suit
8.	waiting 01:04	lyrics	buy track
Chapter Seven I stubbed my toe A pain others have but only I truly know Feel the blister pooling up with my blood Play it cool like I’m rom com Paul Rudd Chapter Eight my big toe is not straight Had a Kaiser appointment but my doctor is late Waiting room waiting for time to pass Waiting for a while hope i’m not last Waiting forever and again waiting in line Waiting is how I perceptually feel time Chapter nine my patience wears thin Don’t see me glare under my hat’s brim My tolerance for nothing definitely has a cap The well of good will is overly tapped Waiting space this wait might be endless My wait is long enough to leave me friendless Waiting at home downtime rhapsody Waiting at home for the arrival of Cassady
9.	Don't Sweat the Small Stuff (like Pluto) 02:02	lyrics	buy track
Listen up children I have wisdom to share Avoid silicons to have maximum curl in hair And don’t sweat the small stuff like Pluto Drawf planets do not concern the Gerudo Pluto has not been mentioned as of late By anyone passing through the blue stargate Which is now in rotation thanks amazon prime Which streaming corporation will control sci-fi? Don’t worry about crossing orbits with neptune Don’t pollute Poseidon with a foil ballon Focus not on that ice ball with the oval sway Can’t even make it three light hours away Forming concrete plans for food though? We shouldn’t even be talking about pluto P.W.M Pulse width modulation Slightly sedated for the hyperspace situation P.w.M Pulse width modulation The distortion gives me a primal inspiration Basic building blocks for Hyrule’s shrines The puzzles are different but share inherent design The calamity happened and the clams rose up Don’t sweat the small leak in your paper cup
10.	Silly Victoria (gameover) 01:12	lyrics	buy track
It’s the game over screen you finally made it! Despite those conflicts internally debated Either you defeated it or you got defeated This is not the start of a cycle to be repeated Triangle wave with the minor seventh chord Resonance knob maxed to become synth lord My jaw at this point is to locked far too tight Best to turn off the console and call it a night