"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.
You left it on the screen,
and then I wondered what it means.
So sue me! Oh you used me
like that mildewy Jacuzzi. Just another
squeaky clean squeaky wheel, okay.
Still guzzle that grease like it's rosé.
Oh, blow me. What do you know
about being lonely? Who do you know
that can get cocaine?
You left me off the chain.
And when you ask me what has changed
I can't explain.
It's not technical or profane.
It's probably just chemicals in my brain.
Listen: nothing was the same
for those left living –
Comfort, pain it's all just different.
A million vivid LCDs
let me as through a mirror peek
in your memory, sentimentally.
This level of telepathy is never healthy.
If you'd shut up your amygdala,
you could be great at being ignorant!
Oh, hug me. You can trust me.
Life is juvenile and ugly when it must be.
So let me off the hook.
Just let me be to be an open book
in a minor key.
I hope you took my rookery
as such, and look, what could it be
but love? See: all too good things too
shall pass. You'll never feel whole
if you go half-ass. So,
gild the lily, blanche the rose.
Can't change the past, or your plans, or clothes,
believe me. History repeats,
like a scratched CD of Gertrude Stein's
But in half the time it takes to crack wise
a magistermind would divine a bad sign
and stifle. Easy to say at the end
of a rifle. Easy to say at the end
of the night.