"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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Too much Bacardi started speaking dumb –
never stopped, really –
where'd you get fajitas from?
They have margaritas?! What?!
Friday night, Mohegan Sun...
we all get lonely.
So why don't we keep in touch?
What does the literature teach us?
Plus, now I'm on Norwegian drugs.
No more TV, lychees,
crime, sex drive or violence.
This came down from the higher ups –
they said “You'll grow tired of trying, son.”
Well guess what bub:
I BEEN strivin' ever since I was
but a glimmer in my grandad's cornea.
So would you please be kind enough
to give me money and find me funny and
blindly, unconditionally like my stuff?
The drama of the gifted child:
in the middle bits it gets wild.
If you want to act infantile,
just smile. Drink a phial of virgin's blood.
We'll make sure the journey's worth your while.
You're within the system now.
The curse of the lifted brow.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me Cream –
now in soothing gel!
No need to be cowardly;
absolution corrupts powerfully, and
the words you always shout at me,
although unique, profound, and sweet,
are just calques of your subconscious dialect's
desires to get out its dreams. But
I'm so glad you found your chi.
That's cool as hell.
No no no, dude, honestly –
it really means a lot to me!
Somewhere out there, there's got to be
a doctor who can spot the defect in my
corpus callosum, please!
The dilemma of the engineer:
to give up everything you held so dear
to be at best a single elegant gear
with a clerestory window to the world
that you turned on its elephant's ear.
The trauma of persistent fear.
The plight of the insincere.