Not Applying Myself

by Eichin Schmeichin

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Only 30 minutes long. During a bout of what could be called writer's block.

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released July 31, 2015

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Track Name: Hypothetical Situations
If a man takes his car out today,
then he might crash cuz of the rain,
but what if he decides to just stay at home
and ride the car the next day?
He could just crash in a different way

And if I drew a picture of your face,
as you aged would the picture erase?
And erase til a new picture face was in its place
as you raced towards newer days
and forgot details like my name....
Track Name: Stop Crying
"Stop crying," the words on the wall shout
"Stop crying." Her lip pouts
But the weird thing is I wasn't even crying, or trying to cry
Yeah, the weird thing is I wasn't even crying, or trying to cry
Track Name: Slime
There's a man who lives inside a whale
because he failed
There's a criminal who's on TV
who looks like me

Why, I'm denying I'm slime half the time
while the metronome chimes off the crimes
Why, I'm denying I'm slime half the time
while the metronome chimes off the crimes

There's a dog who's only nice for now
He must guard the house
There's an old lady whose life is sad
But she's been bad

Quiet, I'm denying I'm slime all the time
when the lies are the lives that I like
Quiet, I'm denying I'm slime half the time
when the lives are the lies that I like

There's a clock that's ticking on the wall
It's a big skull
There's a clock that's ticking on the wall
It's a big skull

Sigh, I am hiding to sign all these lines
that decline to provide that I'm slime
Sigh, I am hiding to sign all these lines
that decline to refine that I'm slime
Track Name: My Wooden Leg
My wooden leg
has got me pegged
Track Name: Here Come the Bones
Here come the bones
Bob Dylan's clones
Being so cruel to Mr. Jones

Hey, all you Bobs
Leave him alone
You ought to know, he got polio

Here comes the bones, doo n'doo doo
Ba ba ba ba
Here comes the bones, doo n'doo doo
Jerry, get iPad
Track Name: Great Big Hand
There's a great big hand
It's not in the sky
Track Name: The Color of My Hair
The color of my hair
is the color of hers
The color of her hair
is the color of mine too

But other than that, there is not much similar
in what we say or do
Other than that, there is not much similar
between us two

But the color of my hair
is the color of hers
The color of her hair
is the color of mine too
Track Name: Like a Sunflower
Being alone
but not being lonely
I see a girl
that looks very comely
Now I'm lonely
Too bad I'm homely

Being alone
but not being lonely
I see a girl
Only now she looks phony
Now I'm slowly,
very gradually growing

Growing, growing, growing, growing, yeah
Growing up like a sunflower
Track Name: To Outlast the Sun
To outlast the sun
you must
have a
reason
to keep on living

Oh, oh, my love
I won't
see you
but you are enough for me
to keep on giving
Track Name: Living Just Out of Sight
She's something else
and she's waiting
for the bad man to belch

And I'm with her
We're just trying
to avoid Lucifer

Living just out of sight
with the shades pulled down
and the trees turned around
In a quaint hotel
with a homey smell
and two little beds
to soothe their heads
Right next door to Jimmy Hoffa,
Elvis Presley,
what he says we
take heed of:
"If you're paranoid,
be chaste of love."

I tuned my words
and I'm counting
individual puppy turds

And I'm with her
we're just sighing
cuz our lives are a blur

Living just out of sight
with the doorbell locked
and the horrible shock
of an empty wall
in the dining hall
and two little chairs
await us downstairs
Right next door to Ambrose Pierce,
Amelia Earhart,
it isn't a bad start
to take cover
If you're paranoid,
you'll never recover

If you're paranoid,
you'll never re-
You'll never recover
Track Name: High of Zero
Here's a horror story guaranteed
to make you bleed
It's about a little engine that could,
and how he didn't succeed
It's about a high of zero,
without any speed

I woke up any night
without even sleeping
Eyes were tired,
but I hadn't been weeping
Into the artificial light
I went creeping

I looked into the mirror,
but I wasn't there
I looked around
Another smaller person gave me a stare
My face was all wrong
My eyelashes were too long
I was yellow dead old pale
Yellow dead old pale!
I slipped into darkness
Track Name: The Giant Spocket
Wish I could set you free
but I don't have the key
It's in the giant spocket (It's in)
It's in the giant spocket (It's in)
Track Name: Multiple Fans of Paranoia
Jimmy was a thug
He never got a hug
and the atomic bomb
was his miracle drug

Sticking it to people
that he once was
Being cruel and shallow
just because he could

Multiple fans of paranoia
Like little green men on a dangerous voyage
You can't escape seeing them
but you can escape being them

Multiple fans of paranoia
Like little green men on a dangerous voyage
You can't escape seeing them
but you can escape being them

Laura was a brat
A spoiled one at that
And her children were Pharisees
and her husband was a fat twat

Killing all caretakers
She's one of many fakers
Being cruel and shallow
just because movers and shakers no good

Multiple fans of paranoia
Like little green men on a dangerous voyage

Multiple fans of paranoia
Like little green men on a dangerous voyage

You can't escape seeing them
but you can escape being them

You can't escape seeing them
but you can escape being them, that's right
Track Name: Little Flock
Little flock of friends is all I need
Trading my trike for a bike with three speeds

Little flocks walking outside my vision
Little flocks talking and watching a pigeon
Little flocks jamming downstairs in the basement
Little flocks happy, no future replacement

Little flock of friends is all I need
Trading my magic beans for Jesus mustard seeds

Little flocks jamming outside my vision
Little flocks randomly watching a pigeon
Little flocks talking downstairs in the basement
Little flocks happy, no future replacement, wow, wow, wow
Track Name: Everyone is Phony
Everyone is phony, just like Holden Caulfield told me
He was phony too and so are you and so am I
So am I
So am I
So am I
Track Name: Jerk of All Trades
Watch him work away, he's the jerk of all trades
Look at the stuff that he's made
All that he does is a waste, he lets his days tick away
Track Name: Bad at Writing Songs
I just don't cut it
Can't do this no more
I'm setting myself up
for a lifetime of disappointments

Even if I was good at writing songs,
what would be the point?
Art is a whore
People use it for cheap self-pity

Everything is so complex
I hate that
The only thing that seems worthwhile to do
is to help other people

Hopefully that does not...uh....eh...blah blah blah...sniff....pppp...sniff..ppppp
Track Name: Divining Rod
This small town is smaller than yours
You may find it more than you expected
Fields of wild fruit, looks a little cute
Then her car pulls up, you'll make the choice

There's your old friend
He was just a robot
There's the Girl That Doesn't Exist
They're waiting in their car for you
The radio station plays "It's True"
It's time you made a decision
It's time you made a twist
You should

Making it up on the spot
You said "Thanks a lot"
and you know the driver's eyes
spoke the meaning of why you're alive

In a dozen spoken ways
The sky is very grey
As if it's going to rain

And though you feel the pain, His tears will wash it all away
And though you feel the pain, His tears will wash it all away
And though you feel the pain, His tears will wash it all away

You can always go back and visit your home some holiday
You can always go back and visit your home some holiday
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-hoo, ooh

Kidnapped by your own choice
Listening to Solitary Voice
You have a small Bible in your pocket
When you read it up, the words grow taller
You can hear the distant lone from caller

From the desert of a million years ago
Sleepin' on your tomb
From the desert of a million years ago
Nowhere new to show

But I guess that's what it's like
when you're wandering through a river
See the streams and melted pool
Broken wings of all those strangers
You walk up to their faces
and you only saw anger
You only knelt before anger

Why are the people calling in the morning
Calling without warning
They said "Troop 46 get up"
I got up, had my breakfast
I continued, so reckless

But when I looked around me, I realized that this was not my house
Con, super modern naturals, supernaturals
Superficial game of the cat and mouse
This is not my house
Caught on your own, supernatural, superficial game of cat and....FINE!

A fun game is good every once in a while
But you have to lose your choice
And even if some game is taller than others
on a war guitar and giant telly room, you realize the bloom
A flight off snow
A fink should be ashamed
and a girl, she applies
her reply to the snake, to the snake on the windowpane wall
If you eat this fruit, you'll have the knowledge of God
You'll have your very own once-in-a-lifetime good-for-replying wrong news, on a pane, he shall burn his mouth and mine to mine

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If you sold your soul to the Devil
to play some blues riffs
You should've known you can just learn that stuff
on the Internet

Now you've got the Curse of the Watermelon Head
Pretty soon they'll find you upside-down and dead
You can laugh for now in your tinny bed

Counting all the flowers instead

(One last..)

Praise be to the wooden soldiers
who stayed alive only to grow older
I know it must be bad
to be on the borderline

Praise be to the ancient sailors
who stood before their many failures
and did not cry "Why"
They simply left their fear

They had a discipline you can't find
They had a discipline, respectful courtesy, character, courtesy, and delirio-socity

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Keep on dragging, all you weary wolders
Keep on moving, all you weary worlders
Keep on pushing, all you weary worlders
Keep on looking, all you weary worlders
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh-woo-ooh-woo-ooh-woo-ooh-woo-ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Woo ooh ooh ooh
Woo ooh ooh ooh
Woo ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Track Name: Literally Just a Recording of the Toilet Flushing
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Track Name: Super Fish Hell
Sinking to the bottom of a barrel
She is a girl
I own the world
I own the world
I am hitting you still
In fact
I'm never coming back
Not anymore
I am getting you still
And fact
I'm never coming back
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