KICK, BABY, KICK!, by Safety Concerns

KICK, BABY, KICK!

by Safety Concerns

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1.	Thesis/Threadloser 00:50	lyrics	buy track
Thesis positivity I’m positive this time This going to be a feel good experience for everyone involved Ouch it appears I have gently stubbed my toe Whelp looks like I already fucked it up Like that one game Alex reviewed where you race big rig trucks Graphics settings trash but gameplay is deluxe Keep digging in this sand and some gold is sure to be struck Julian is my name but you can call me the Thread Loser The storage wars watcher bread crumb bamboozler The sine wave chooser with a sick electronic shaver You’re favorite hypocritical negativity hater
2.	LOVE YOURSELF 00:44	lyrics	buy track
Pause new self bettering laws Stare at every mirror on every other wall Twice and even more times if your not nice No lame complaint or critique will suffice Take form king or maybe a queen Or other type of monarchal leader ruling Whatever the case you are now in charge Feel better than better feel grander than large Some people love plants more than words So why not love yourself? love yourself? Some people think sushi looks attractive So why not love yourself? love yourself? Some people think that whales smell good So why not love yourself, love yourself Some people find automobiles sexy So why not love yourself, love yourself
3.	Digital Reflection 01:52	lyrics	buy track
I probably shouldn’t let the sugars on my teeth sit Not to wonder the other side till I breach it This time is data deflection while I stick My hands to my side and mumble kick baby kick The DSL modem was a straight non starter I wish the local ISP would try a little harder A lyric sheet with a rough draft crayon doodle Guides this new age digital reflection noodle Life trajectory similar to the carpet floor Accumulate dirt and don’t feel soft anymore The bruises don’t heal to normal quite as quickly Feeling rather inactive and presenting more sickly Fictionally I’m at the absolute top of my game Reality hit my peak stride in the fifth grade Pantomime my metaphors of changing gears As I quietly take inventory of my fears Back to reality remember the law determines Cultivate the wild into sour while it ferments The social retiring of my brain maybe permanent Always down to enter a duel monsters tournament Bit rate review subconscious compensation The distance between the one and zero relation
4.	Waking Up Pt. II 01:14	lyrics	buy track
When you ask if I want some coffee I do I do I do Then if I’d like to site beside I do I do I do If you wonder if it’s okay to rest your head On my shoulders or use my torso as a daybed If you wonder if that is what I want I do I do I do Do you think a bagel is good or better? I do I do I do Do you want to walk to work together? I do I do I do If you wonder if there’s truth to the mush Or this is all a way to beat around the bush If you wonder if I mean what I say I do I do I do Every time I feel so grateful I do I do I do Every time I feel so grateful I do I do I do
5.	The Thread Gets Lost 00:31		buy track
6.	Pitching Yu-Gi-Oh x SG-1 00:44	lyrics	buy track
Blend the piano with a quartz lined blade Greyed out conclusion for the soybeans slayed Hurray for the weekend day Opinion shared A yu-gi-oh star-gate combo should have aired Can’t deny commando Yami would fucking rule And Bakura could be explained as a goa ould And what if dual monsters were alien species The millennium items technology is lore freebies It doesn’t even matter if it has live actors The two fictions would pair like cheese and crackers I just don’t have enough capital to pitch it So I do that mumble shit and zip it
7.	A Tree Made From Paper 01:33	lyrics	buy track
Put this unruly mess in the drill-press Add a few too many holes like my skillset But it’s all false saw waves at fault Disappointing end boss in the borderlands vault Malt ball consumption is a weekly act of strife Callous smack brings my preamp back to life H.O.A. Is just begging for a rap battle Though thought of conflict makes my bones rattle We made a tree out of paper in our class We cut long sheets from an even bigger roll We painted the sheets with a sponge and brush We paused together and let it dry as a whole I alone cut the pieces into strips Stapled them in their proper places On the plywood display board by the door At a right angle to way the window faces Bury me with my reusable mug Grown so fond of items intensifying smug Fate ambiguous like the space cowboy Late to the party with my newfound toy Look everyone I found the cure to the blues Oscillators that cross modulate real smooth My flanger fluctuates with background groans Shake and pass me a bottle, Mister Jones We took the leafs down and painted them red Then put them back with the stapler slow We took the leafs off one final time And then replaced it with some paper snow We made a tree out of paper in our class It changed incrementally with the seasons We made a tree out of paper in our class Only partially for ironic reasons
8.	A Memory For Bender's Son 00:59	lyrics	buy track
Tripping up the trick Giving up the big stick Pocket edition No socket within him Oh how he longs extensively for an expansion slot Zipper rights the sticker Getting the late kicker Soul for sale Nonprofits only though Oh how he begs for a benevolent buyer Text upon text for context They’re unread then left next Alone Both friends and family Whoops Oh how I hope for the will to continue I’m taking great pains to deliver this message to you But that doesn’t mean it’s not the end of my world Most would consider this task simple to do But that doesn’t mean it’s not the end if my world
9.	Thread B 00:34		buy track
10.	Digital Method 00:57	lyrics	buy track
Numerous holes developing in tooth enamel Brain liquifies watching the home improvement channel Don’t sport the red flannel baby kicks atop river pebbles I’ll ask Jeeves the cheat codes for the next level Meanwhile my guitar rots in the corner Of the living room play time is noticeably shorter Former songs are deleted to make mental space For tunes with essentially the same themes to take their place That the digital way that’s the digital method I keep it simple like a slurpee from seven eleven Gnaw on a ballpoint till my tongue gets inked I’ll Zoidberg out of here while my reputation sinks And if anyone would actually ask what I really think About any given subject I would probably freeze Bide my time with a long and extra fake sneeze Then break down from my stupid panic disease
11.	Dude in Exile 02:29	lyrics	buy track
Ker plop was the sound of the tin cup Filled with a bullet blood pooling in my feet And Johnny knows it itching in my throat Slobbered word code but Connor’s roof fan is still laughing though Max’s brass knuckles slide but couldn’t help but drag I operate the pod racer with just a single hand Chris it would be best to reflect on your faults But double down like me cause I’m so full of salt The mirror is broken but I still hear Connors chuckle Echoing through my hollow husk structure made of rubble Sipping on the truth hot caffeinated and brown The irony is that it comes whole not ground Excerpt from Kings in Exile
12.	Thread C 00:28		buy track
13.	Balelo Blues 02:30	lyrics	buy track
Life savings in a snazzy satchel Self control is a tricky rascal Paint my exhales in aged pastel Smudged together they don’t match well A small observation if similar to me There is the person you want to be And then in stark contrast there is you Others notice the other guy is cooler too These are phlegmy thoughts too bendy throat raps Ain’t no castle with a moat raps Eat trash just like a goat raps Throw myself in to see if I float raps I feel like Mark Balelo And everyone else is Barry Weiss I feel like Mark Balelo And everyone is not being very nice I feel like Mark Balelo Circumstance serving beans and rice I feel like Mark Balelo And everyone else is Barry Weiss There’s an overwhelming lurch and sadness Both at and away from the drawing board Fix it in post like that one South Park Where Randy is revealed to be Lorde Swore I would mention the rough condition Of the roads around my city and state Perhaps if I had a drivers license My opinion would actually hold more weight Faint of heart and severely shallow of depth I held my pride loosely like a rock Spent years smoothing and polishing Just to bury it where nobody walks My snazzy murse is feeling consequentially light Intuition is aflame but not quite right Take grace in the fact that I’m not that bright Then take my place as a flightless kite I feel like Mark Balelo And everyone else is Barry Weiss I feel like Mark Balelo And everyone is not being very nice I feel like Mark Balelo Circumstance serving beans and rice I feel like Mark Balelo And everyone else is Barry Weiss
14.	Goldmine 02:40	lyrics	buy track
Voicemail is a goldmine filled with mineral rocks Dirty socks, p-locks, correct paradox Diamonds in the rough your voice shade green Mostly drone fodder boasting existence in between nestled All snug like a down comforter fort no cohort My lizard brain is making all my songs Short sweater threadbare ball bearings show wear Far too many reference numbers for me to care Rather redesign my condo like lair peel pears Hand out brochures while campaigning for mayor Like santa cruz rent is too high rather occupy An average guy slice of cookies and creme pie
15.	DEL L8TR 00:45	lyrics	buy track
This song is broken straight up busted Chuck it mr old dumpster overtly rusted Delete everything one prolonged mistake Time better spent watching other people bake On Netflix master of sir respect-less I blubber on to an audience of one Experimental as fresh boiled tofu I can’t recall ever trying a plum Like I said this song isn’t working out No taste for canned nibbles and porcupine snouts t’s more environmental to trash computer files Recycling keeps them around and around and around a while Gone into sone other electronic dimension This song is procrastinating suspension Wait wait wait I figured it out With this music thing just shut it down
16.	Thread D 00:22		buy track
17.	Night Life 01:40	lyrics	buy track
The cat and the cloud both sit on my counter Flavor notes caramel and hibiscus flowers Plum sauce leaking in my corpus callosum Good as time as any for a evening symposium My night life is: in between a wall reading reddit and feeling small My night life is: self inflicted insomnia deceleration at a crawl My night life is: production headphones and bad headspace zones My night life is: giving square waves most unsatisfactory homes Phone battery fluctuates between one and ten percent A sudden power down is what I’m trying to prevent An adult should not be able to wiggle their own tooth Genre post disco not wrong but not technically the truth It doesn’t take a sleuth to appreciate for the otter Like Winnie self aware when whispering oh bother My bedroom bramble is an array of cell phone cords Can’t help but stop and worry about regulatory overlords My night life is: down but definitely not out for the count yet My night life is: blindly feeling for the electrical outlet My night life is: recovering from a rather serious body shock My night life is: hoping this doesn’t make my heart prematurely stop
18.	Digital Loop 02:35	lyrics	buy track
Root canals and temporary crowns Routinely mottle my inverted D frowns Less abrasive sounds and more rhythmic grooves Will grace us with respect to my mood Soon to be presented via the digital loop Soon to be stuck forever a digital loop With alphabet soup I masterfully intertwine But only in this instance to make myself bind To the digital loop stop to recoup and regroup Re-recording this time with the TV on mute Lucky fluke when the rhythm hits properly Adjust my mic stand to curse my own property Sloppily... frick Can’t do the trick Lickitung who doesn’t know lick Always sick Pick a subject that’s not self deprecation How bout B movies that include defenestration Demonstration time volunteer I pick me See how I can turn that theme around so quickly Like a ballerina dancer with the heavy hands Heavy feet heavy heart and dangerous jump lands Talents spans across a half octave range It’s strange how my dentist left my crooked fangs Perhaps he was distracted by the digital loop I’ve been over exposed to the concept of cute Loot my own grave prematurely call it living Particularly deficient in my quality of giving Skimming cream off the top latte skimmer pops Heart pounds fast when my digital plumber hops Activate the next the digital loop always corrects Stare into it once more and feel its effects
19.	Last Loose Thread 00:29		buy track
20.	Pizza Song 02:20	lyrics	buy track
Burned the roof of my mouth once more Swallow the lava before my silent roar Time for another slice of pizza Best to eat another slice of pizza Any kind of sauce is actually okay But add any meat and I’m running away Time for another slice of pizza Best to eat another slice of pizza Picture painting the perfect panic attack The oven ransacked lunch on the toaster rack It was just a second that I had turned my back But the cheese had already turned to black You done, fucked up dinner, but luckily there’s a plan B Costco slices and Dominoes can be purchased affordably Once pizza has been spoken once invoking its name It simply has to be served you think this is some sort of game? I’m only serious when speaking of the grandest of pies And that declaration in it of itself is also a lie Daydream of dessert pizza with chocolate and cinnamon I don’t like deep dish too much but that’s a personal opinion But as long as we’re taking preference into account I’ll eat a cheese pizza with barbecue sauce by the pound And I have definitely eaten my fair share already Seven hundred and fifty slices and still going steady Since starting to teach small kids from across the street Travel to Costco on the daily for a lunch time treat Which is probably bad for cholesterol and general health But I will still be sneaking slices with an unblemished stealth Cause the truth is it’s comfort food it’s a god damn crutch It’s a sign that I’m not willing to branch out that much My culinary maturity is that of a uncultured highschooler Spending efforts on skating faster and rhyming cooler But the pizza persists the pizza is a constant I eat pizza and then like a fool I flawlessly flaunt it If you are what you eat then self evaluation is easy And I know exactly why I feel so greasy This ontological crisis is breezy
21.	What's in Starburst 01:05	lyrics	buy track
Starburst Ingredients
22.	The Other Side (feat.) missing semicolon 02:42	lyrics	buy track
Turn it over But the other side of the pillow is just as hot Roll on over In an effort to find a more comfortable spot But I don’t think it’s working and my body’s still jerking In this unfortunate state that can only be described as awake Don’t you know what’s at stake? Cause if I don’t get my shut eye I won’t be as handsome Then I’d be more apt to hold you for some ransom Which would be a mistake, remiss mistake Pull it over Though that fleece blanket is still too much Think over Buying sheets made of more substantial stuff But we’re not really progressing and my body’s still messing In this unfortunate state that can only be described as awake I think you know what’s at stake? Cause if I don’t get my sleep my lyrics won’t be as deep Then what would I ponder restlessly awake? What a mistake, remiss mistake