"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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What you took for a grapevine
turned out, in the end, to be a straight line.
Calm down, anything you want to say is fine.
Wow. You may be wrong, and I may be right.
Now,
Moby Dick was your Great White.
Well, how'd that go for you? Alright?
Careful where you go drawing fault lines.
I have stared into the void; it's a salt mine.
Bow
at the altar of the Crimpshrine.
Let the locusts poke at your insides. Whoa –
I never knew there could be blood like this.
Can somebody catch me up on what I missed?
What we have here
is a goddamn shame.
I mean I love you,
but you're not that great.
I mean I – fuck it,
I could never explain.
Blame it on the blues,
it's the great white way.
Caught a good glimpse of your tail lights,
just never found an excuse to say “Hi.”
Hi. I'm just here to watch the paint dry. Why?
I couldn't say, it just feels right.
Riiiiiight.
Once bidden, twice shrived –
take a liking to a lycanthrope, you're bound to get a bite.
Who am I to howl at the sunrise?
You had one job, one time. And I'm
just a joke of a jester, yessir,
yesterday I was swept away by the pressure.
I guess I'll always be a little professor –
that doesn't mean I'm not touched by the gesture.
But what witch put wind to your sails?
Fumble for the words but your metaphors fail...
It's like you're trapped in a closet
with a snake in the dark,
or maybe it's a shower
and a great white shark.