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from The Comedy Album by Kleenex Girl Wonder

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"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.

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lyrics

I saw a showerhead that looked
like an old telephone handset,
and a gold bassinette
filled with anisette liqueur.
So that's what I get
for the shreds and the threats
and the breathy quartets?

We filled a flowerbed with sugar
and learned to forget the unknown.
Sunk a few headstones.
Got some new headphones
and a Geo Metro
and watched the Chia Pets grow.
Honey, you need to let go.

Three below, three series of Peep Show
in one stroke, only surfacing for
whiskey and coke.
And we spoke of the wide open hopelessness
we've come to know. Heaved and foamed,
thumbed our noses at ghosts. “Honey,

islands of smoke have spawned thousands of dopes.
Murders of crows descend even as we gather stones
and sticks for the cold quick encroaching
on our precious sunlight –
we'll sit through the whole thing.

Now, on our own, we may flounder or float.
We doubt we'll get out but
we'll beat the doors down if they close,”
she notes to an audience of no one.
She chokes on her ice cream.
Her time's up –
the show's done.