Thanks!... b/w Preludin
by Kleenex Girl Wonder
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Preludin
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"Thanks!... For the Emotional Disease" is the first single from the 11th KGW album, "Secret Thinking." This release also features a non-album b-side. There are further contextual details on each song's page.
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released 15 February 2011
Matt LeMay, Thayer McClanahan, Graham Smith, Ryan Smith
Matt LeMay, Thayer McClanahan, Graham Smith, Ryan Smith
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- Track Name: Thanks!... For the Emotional Disease
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Crazy is a disease;
It passed from you into me
And now it flows in a continuous stream.
I need a little release
To feel a bit of relief but
I can’t let go–literally,
I hold on too long
To foregone conclusions.
So if you’re wrong, I’m right
Let’s move on.
Why fight?
Because you’re wrong,
And there’s a price to be paid
Plus there’s a war on;
It’s only right to get laid.
So this can go on record
As a minor mistake
And a couple of Botox sessions
Will wipe the lines from your face.
But please
No more questions
Or forced confessions
Or Russian Roulette
With cold war weapons.
I guess I thought
You had learned your lesson
But I’m always wrong, so
No more guessin’.
Ahh! Life is a bag of chessmen,
And each one’ll get to you
If you let them.
Ahh! Ahh! This part is the best–
When he carves in his chest
With a blunt Sheaffer Crest pen:
HATRED IS SELF-ESTEEM
EXPRESSED IN BINARY
AND CRUSHED AND MAGNIFIED
ELECTRONICALLY.
and
SAINTHOOD IS AN EXTREME FORM
OF HATE SPEECH
IT ALL DEPENDS ON
YOUR DIRECTION AND SPEED.
But you cruise through
In the 2-door with the 22’s
And the humidor in the dashboard.
Let loose the gas pedal,
Fast forward to the past.
Get a handle on yourself, you brat.
The long way home is
A lonely path.
So I hope you have
A rote rehash
Of a thought-provoking quote
From a grocery bag.
Or a rope, and a gag,
And a goalie mask
And I only ask for
What you owe in
Back emotional blackmail withholding taxes
In cold hard cash,
And my Boeing glasses.
Thanks for the flashes of Mozart madness
And the Ozark folk art
And soul dispassion.
Oh! I’ll get you back...
O.K., I got you, thanks! - Track Name: Preludin
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Preludin’
All day long. And then
I stay stupid
All through the song.
But you don’t make music
To make yourself strong–
You push your way through and
They follow along.
So hey, Lucas,
Quit being so positive.
I’m shaking and chewing my lips.
Something’s got to give.
If I do this, I’m driving us off a bridge
Into the swamps.
Or give the kids what they want
And take
Preludin
All through the night.
How did they do it?
How do you write down
Naked truths in praise of life?
If you’re made to do it,
You just take your time and
Make use
Of the bold proclamations
They make on the news
Out of old information.
And stay loose off Grey Goose and
Étoufées and Baby Ruths.
But let me break it to you:
It takes two to dance to
Candyman’s “Knockin’ Da Boots”
And you can’t walk in the room
With your Andy Kaufman brio
And your boom box stereo
To lipsync Janet Jackson and
Film my reaction and
Not expect laughter and
One hand clappin’.
And when you start rappin’,
A funny thing happens.
But is my view accurate,
Real or imagined?
Elaborate lapis lazuli eyelashes
Can blind you in moments of
Sadness and passion
But hey, you, kid:
I don’t know what you get paid to do this–
Or give two shits–
But if it makes your foolish mistakes less useless,
I’ll take two–call it distribution.
