Kismet Cute

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

It's just you
and your whole attitude.
It all comes back like a boomerang
or more like deja vu

because the truth is I'm an impudent fool –
at best, a slick useless tool,
but the exception proves the rule.
It's cool,

it's just me.
I've always been unhealthy to an unhealthy degree –
not so much in the body, primarily mentally.
Yet most of my waking hours pass by uneventfully –
but not all of them, evidently.

You should see
the lack of lustre I perceive, it's grimy grim and grey.
Which is why it's no surprise a tiny bit of me dies each day,
and utterly astonishing I'm fine just feeling great.
Oh, what a freaking shame.

Kismet cute –
Michigan avenue,
with Paul Smith on a loop
singin' Roller Disco Dreams.

And it seems
I'm fond of keeping myself on too short a leash
and sort of beating everything to death,
like horses, tramps and thieves.

And so I leave
the question struggling in the air
like autumn weeds or
clumps of hair and rotting teeth
in a ravine...

Oh misery!
It can certainly make you see certain things differently.
But every hallucination isn't visual trickery.
We've all got Pepper's Ghosts
and shivs up our prodigious sleeves.
But you listen to me!

Oh history:
it really is a total bitch, misogynistically.
And if Ken Burns can't turn this shit into a miniseries,
at least I'm blissfully aware of where I wish to be.
But don't believe in me.

I'm misusing an illusion.
It's just you and my illusion,
it's not me.

I'm confusing my confessions
with my future life progressions;
I can't read.

I'm losing my perspective
to my loosening perceptions.
I can't see.

It's a universal message
the universe suggests,
it's not just me.