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Give Me a Reason

Hastily written and recorded (not excuse, just explanation), formally shit-hot Pete Snyder drank some wine, drank some more, watched Arie and Mark’s masterpiece Summon Lovin’ (see previous post plz), and tried to re-record a song Mark wrote for the movie. Er couldn’t understand the words, ipso factor Snyderp recorded a new song about a dog running away. Includes several drum parts, an absurd guitar solo, and lots of reverb. That is all.

Give me a reason

I love to take you out for long walks
you hardly every say “thank you”
when I buy you all your nice food
all you do is chew and chew

and when I buy you fancy out fits
you always shake and scratch at them
and when I take you to the doctor
You always try to bite at him

And now you’re leaving

Give me a reason
Or else all nice days could fade
Give me a new chance
So I don’t feel betrayed

When you go, away, I cry

And when I pet you while you’re sleeping
you just give me empty stares
and when I give you hugs and kisses
I only get coated in hair

and when I introduce you to friends
you just fill the room w/ noise
and when I take you with me shopping
all you want to buy is toys

And now you’re leaving

Give me a reason
Or else all nice days could fade
Give me a new chance
So I don’t feel betrayed

When you go, away, I cry

Dear Friends and Family (I’ve Got Your Back)

I just finished this new song, and let me tell you, it is terrific. I am extremely proud of it. It may be the best song I’ve written in a while. My new strategy is to sing / write melodies as if I were singing along w/ an Auto-Tuned song, and then to actually auto-tune my voice.

Anyway, this song is roughly about the last two Halloweens, where I’ve started great but doomed from the get go relationships, last year because of anal fissure, and this year because of Deutch.

Anyway, lyrics!

I meet her at party
she was dressed as atari
we snuck out to the balcony
she tried to stick it to me
THere were some complications
she planned to leave the nation
a peace core occupation
a permanent vacation

I know, autumn loves can’t last
and now I’m wishing for the past,
oh, I’m doomed again

Dear friends, and family
I got back, I got your back
If you punch a dude in the face a bar
I’ll grab a stool and I’ll join the fight
and then if you decide to key his car
I’ll etch in parallel with a knife

I met him at a party
I think he was in army
He took me to a movie
he tried to stick it to me

There were some complications
he was out on probation
for some tax evasion
my time was his donation

If its early morning on on Friday night
and you’re feeling bummed and alone
Don’t worry bout charges
just call me on the phone

Escape The Grave!

I just finished a new song. Its a bit of the audio equivalent of the Photoshop project that uses all the filters but I’m still pretty happy w/ it. Especially w/ the semi-cool, semi-silly Lincoln Park esk chorus.

Quick note about the lyrics: its not worth spending too much time thinking about them. I certainly didn’t….

The new secret: just make up different lyrics to “No Tan Lines” by Pavement and then shove them into your song.

Another thing: Mark suggested that I try to use a couple of different singing styles, which I think was a good idea. However, all of the other styles ended up sounding just like Mark. Which, is to say, better than my singing normally does.

Europe is a Mausoleum
thats trapped its youth inside
The buildings old, the people cold
but honest they don’t mind

followed home with hollow shoe soles
calamity in frightened discos
From teen to Wein is humbling
to know that mom came first

and I know,
and I know,
that there no problems now

the glove it fits, this lovers spit
is drying all the same
no consolations or approbations
or sudden squandered fame

the handi screens show ghastly fees
from chatting up old friends
the price is fine, i’d mind,
I’ll call you back agian

Nasal sprays and guiltless gays
in scare supply but old men’s ways
the polygotts may talk a lot
but have nothing to say

The wurst stands folks recycle jokes
and breath in satler air
and to tell the truth the kebab booth
is too a grim affair

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sometimes I can’t think so straight
I start to worry
legacies and silly things

folks I’ve meet here
carry less fear
less ambition
of grander plans, escape the grave!