"The Comedy Album" is the 13th and most epic Kleenex Girl Wonder record.
26 songs, covering a variety of genres, styles, and production methods, written and recorded over the course of two years, and now available on two slabs of strikingly coloured vinyl (some 'Comedy Blue,' some 'Bazooka Joke Pink').
Featuring guest production from Max Tundra, Saskrotch, and The Hood Internet, plus the usual suspects of Graham Smith, Matt LeMay and Thayer McClanahan.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Comedy Album
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Was it everything you hoped it'd be?
The things that people won't do openly are astounding!
And that Daily Post you read –
Oh I know, honey, don't think I don't
but I don't wanna talk about it.
You know the ropes, you know how we
run around like the ground recedes from our reach when we're sleeping.
All the words unspoken speak encyclopedic volumes
about all you've done to me, but I'm not much for reading.
So I'll follow if you're leading. There's no sense in repeating
the things I'm saying even if I'm staying.
And we both know I am leaving. Let's focus on my breathing
and my poor heart, still beating, needlessly, ceaselessly...
What's the dosage? What's the potency?
You need to learn to pay attention to the world spinning around you
and your precious prognoses;
you'll prognosticate and cogitate yourself to death
without someone to ground you.
So do we go to sleep? Or retreat, if only
a few feet so that we may overreach?
No. We hold our own and scream into our mobile phones,
or keep it to ourselves, you know, this isn't fucking poetry. So
if you're catching what I'm throwing you'll find comfort in knowing
all the things I didn't do wouldn't have made a difference. You
take the good, you take the bad –
anyway, you could, if it came to that.
And that’s the thing with unwritten rules:
if there isn't proof, it isn't true.
And you called that one, didn't you?
Took an ad out in the business news:
“A tour de force of ridicule!
Pitiful! Visceral! Vividly unliveable!”
Let me know how the tickets do;
no matter how thick the thicket grew,
you always knew who to stick it to.