"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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Well, you said it. There it is.
I was not prepared for this.
No more oversharing,
the focus of sober vision sparing
no detail or flaw or flare.
In every aspect: overbearing.
By way of comparison:
my shame and embarrassment
about the things I cherish
rendered in a tone most garish.
My house, my job, my marriage
to the antidepressant heiress.
Now she's supine on a spandrel
and I'm a colonnade.
The hoi polloi wanted a scandal,
well, they got one, eh?
It's not my fault I look like a mandrill
by mistake.
Tie a ribbon, light a candle.
Who am I kiddin'?
Just don't stand still.
The rush of the river over riveted applause.
It's one thing to say it, but you DID it. Oh my god.
Oh my god! What the hell is going on?
Dark eyes always failing me, total Photoshop.
Hell no it's not a metaphor, it's just a joke, don't stop.
I get no respect at all; luckily, that's not what I want.
I prefer the company
of people who mean nothing to me
and I to them. Am I to then
postpone my shy retirement?
I'm running out of spiderwebs.
They should have sent a scientist
to the moon and back and back
to the moon for the hell of it.
Got a room of one's own, but there's
no room to move due to elephants.
Jumping to justify everything but my inelegance.
You're so sullen when you're celibate –
you should celebrate.
You're insulting my intelligence –
you're doing just great!
But don't say it's just an expression when
I'm staring you in the face.
Gimme your antidepressants –
come on, I just need a taste.
Gimme your antidepressants
Gimme your antidepressants
Gimme your antidepressants
Gimme your antidepressants
GIVE ME YOUR ANTIDEPRESSANTS
Gimme your antidepressants
Gimme your antidepressants.
C'mon!