In Which I Get my Desaparecidos On

This one probably won't be on the next Sister City album.. it may not even be a Sister City song. One day I'll get to murder my folk career just like Conor did!

http://www.box.net/shared/kp31egj8hv

"Work Socks"

I've got so much knowledge
And a big fat fucking wallet
You should see my family
Take a good look at my trophy
She's inspired me to stop
Smoking like a chimney
But I sneak one when I get lonely
And watch my college days
Just fade away
Like prozac down the drain

I've figured out the meaning
While the world around me's teething
I'm an an influential person
Since I got my life in order
And bless her heart
My wife doesn't say a thing
When I come home from the bar
And I know I smell
Of stale regrets
But I get so stressed
So I tie a couple on

I'll put you down for lunch
But I'm a very busy man
I've got a family to support
We all just do the best we can
I fucked up so much when I was young
You wouldn't understand
But I'm a new man

I've got a lion in my voicebox
And a thousand pairs of work socks
I've got 26 feelings
That I should keep believing
That my blood pressure
Is rising for a reason
I'm a rabid wolf when payday comes
For the envelope
I would sacrifice my soul

I've got some time on Friday
I'm a very busy man
But after work the ring comes off
And happy hour begins
I fucked up so much when I was young
That's the past, you understand
Now I'm a new man

I trip over my words when I am talking to the coed
I met outside the planning seminar
And I slip my past my convictions when I stumble through
The bible when I feel guilty enough to go to church
And I kneel like everybody else for what it's worth

I've got no time for this
I'm a very busy man
I had the gift of foresight
So I have always been ahead
I've done so much since I was young
And I don't understand
How I'm an old man

Cartoon Movies

http://www.box.net/shared/5dta354trd

Living breathing human beings
Inhabit my periphery
In glorious passivity
I am surrounded
All of them have names and faces
Loving friends and close relations
Secrets kept in sordid places
Don't you tell a soul

Living breathing human beings
Are sucking all my energy
With coughing fits a eulogy
Will be in order
With blame alive like crooked teeth
The gaps aflame with subtlety
And men on trial for sodomy
We're moving backwards

Oh the kitchen sink
Will bring together everything
Oh the bathroom floor
And who could ask for more

Living breathing human beings
Are walking, running, hurrying
On paper routes and studying
We're so much smarter
Adding to our knowledge bases
Learning facts to get us places
Building our own brand new nation
Let my people go

Oh the kitchen sink
Will bring together everything
Oh the bathroom floor
And who could ask for more

Living breathing human beings
Are passed out in pools of anything
Drowned in words and cycling
Through cartoon movies
I remember everything
That anybody says to me
So I burn CDs to give for free

Oh the kitchen sink
Will bring together everything
Oh the bathroom floor
And who could ask for more

I've been trying pretty hard to be good.

I built a computer from scratch a few days ago and it went well. I was tilling in the silicon fields all day and then I got thermal paste all over my fingers. I wrote five songs in ten days, six if you count that ITS Theme Song.

Oh Jesus...

Turns out I like Christian metalcore now.

Sister City LP2

Will probably look like this:

1. Move-In Day
2. Bricks and Beams
3. I Always Appreciate the Irony
4. Ellis Island Blues
5. Reinventing Adm Linder
6. The Entrepreneur
7. IMPERATIVE
8. Fuck that Guitar Shit at 3AM
9. Laurels
10. Playing Peter
11. Going to Pinneberg
12. How Much

With these songs being recorded for other things:

Slapstick
Hearth
I love you and stuff
I can still write songs
The Last Song
And Time is slipping through your little fingers
Some prefer nettles
Faith Healer
Big and Small Words

I cannot wait to do this.

Chelsea

Adam Duritz was using autotune before T-Pain even owned a top hat apparently.

Four minutes and thirty nine seconds: http://www.mediafire.com/?ywyewnixmmd

OH CRUEL WORLD!

Yesterday, at the Ice Cream Factory outside of Peppercorns, I was confronted by a wicked set of circumstances. Their specialty sundaes (saturdaes as they call them (my faithful readers can probably guess how I feel about that)) are all named for Worcester landmarks and schools. There's the WPI. There's the Holy Cross. And there in front of me was the Clark Cougar. Chocolate ice cream, peanut butter cups, and hot fudge. It's not my favorite combination of things to put in a sundae, but it was the closest thing on the menu. So I chose Clark. Again. Obviously I finished it. Who wouldn't finish ice cream?

Interesting sidenote: As I write this, Murder by Death is incessantly singing that "there's still time to start again."