1. |
Aliens
02:52
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When aliens come to earth
I hope that I can be the first to meet them
When aliens come to earth
I hope to god that I’ll be the first to meet ‘em
I’ll tell them all about love about how I lost it
Then they’ll get so bored they’ll get back on their rockets
I’ll cut off all my hair and I’ll send it to the troops
It might not make sense to you but to me it do
But to me it do
Chorus:
When aliens come to earth
When aliens come to earth to earth
When aliens come to earth I’m gonna meet ‘em
Do you think they can tell?
I’m an alien too
Yeah my body’s a shell
And inside I’m just goo
Inside I’m just goo (x6)
Chorus:
When aliens come to earth
When aliens come to earth to earth
When aliens come to earth I’m gonna meet ‘em
I’ll meet ‘em! (x3)
When aliens come to earth
I hope to god that they’ll buy my merch
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2. |
A Voicemail to the Mayor
02:32
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Think I’ll call the think I’ll call the think I’ll call the think I’ll call the mayor
Says he’s busy says he’s busy says he’s busy says he’ll call back later
That’s okay I’m busy too
I’m stuck here thinking about you
Wondering if I can ever can ever break through
Think I’m going think I’m going think I’m going think im going crazy
Thinkin bout my thinkin bout my thinkin bout my thinkin bout my baby
Because I want you near and I want you far
And I want you driving in my car
‘cause you make me nervous but I can still drive good at least I think I can
FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK
I don’t wanna fall in love
I don’t wanna fall in love
And you can’t make me and you can’t make me and you can’t make me
‘cause I’m hard to love
(I’m hard to love, baby)
Yeah I’m one slippery fuck
(So slippery)
I’m hard to love
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3. |
Butt First
03:56
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I was born butt first
Mama thinks that I am cursed
Shouldn’t go blaming it all on her
‘Cause I was born was born butt first
Chorus:
I think that I’m witty
I think that I’m clever
I’m a bitch ass nerd
I’m a horny bed wetter
My umbilical chord
Is my phantom limb
I get so bored
Hope I get sucked back in
Chorus:
I think that I’m witty
I think that I’m clever
I’m a bitch ass nerd
I’m a horny bed wetter
I’m chicken crazy
But I aint no lady
I could be your baby
If you don’t erase me
Chorus:
I think that I’m witty
I think that I’m clever
So why don’t you kill me?
I think I’d feel better
I was born butt first
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4. |
Die Slowly
02:36
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I die slowly
I die slow
I die slowly each and every day
I wonder what song will be playing on the radio when I get hit by a UPS truck
I think Crimson & Clover
Over and over
And over and over
And over and over
I don’t want to die today
But sometimes I feel that way
I like going on a walk just to mail a letter
I like the weight of my keys against my knees when I drive
I like taking a cold shower until I feel slightly better
Now I’m thinking about all the ways that I could maybe die
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5. |
Growth is Lonely/Milk
03:23
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I’m chugging milk at the Hollywood sign
And I think that the dairy keeps you off my mind
I think that I’m simple I feel like a child
For once I feel good I’ll stay here for a while
Sometimes growth is lonely
I grew so tall now all I can see is your scalp
Sucked up all the air now I’ll float away (x3)
Don’t you be mad when I say I can’t stay (x2)
‘cause I can’t stay
Bicameral mind it killed all my gods
And now all I’m left with are my stupid thoughts
I’m ripping out my hair fist over hand
I’m taking all that hair feeding it to my plants
It to my plants
It to my plants
It to my plants
Sometimes growth is lonely
I grew so tall and now I’m just me and not you
Now I’m just me and not you
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6. |
Smooth Jazz
03:04
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I wanna feel happy I wanna feel free
I wanna feel something that’s other than me
I wanna feel horny, but I wanna stay sweet
I might as well suckle on my own damn teat
I just got this tshirt from a tshirt cannon
And I feel like I’m likely from another planet
I like all my drinks when they’re extra cold
I feel like my shit is kind of getting old
Getting old, getting old
Old, getting old, getting old
I’m listening to smooth jazz
In the parking lot outside of Joanne’s Fabrics & Crafts
And I’m feeling like a dumb spazz
Because my mind is moving way too fast
And I’m trying to stop it
Keep my hands in my pockets
Now I’m driving my car with my chin
No matter how hard I try it I know I can’t win
Jazz, baby!
That’s just jazz, baby
That’s just jazz
That’s just jazz, baby
In my brain, baby
So give me a lobotomy
Really kinda feeling like I’m listening to smooth smooth jazz
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7. |
Soup
03:24
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Why did you bring me soup?
It’s just broth, but it caught me off guard
You broke my heart
Why’d you have to…
Elevator is broken
So I just cried in the stairs
All my words go unspoken
It’s like I’m not even there
It’s like I’m not even there
Like I’m not even there
Why’d you have to do
All the things you do?
Like go and bring me soup
Why’d you have to do
Cursing the algorithm for showing me your shit
Forgotten not forgiven so just let that sink in
Let that sink in
Why’d you have to do
All the things you do?
Like go and bring me soup
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8. |
Route 666
03:49
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I’m just a’floating
down Route 666
And I think it’s worth noting
these shrooms are not what I need
I just need a vacation
Christmas Eve at the DMV
But I aint got no patience
So numbers they all wait on me
Don’t wanna be stupid
Don’t wanna be human today
So our young traveler
Traveled as far as they could
And from what I could gather
We’re both having no thoughts like we should
And under the moonlight
Our brain is the soup dejour
And I know it don’t feel right
But I think this lasagna’s the cure
Don’t wanna be stupid
Don’t wanna human
Something about driving here feels like dying and being born and falling asleep so I had pull my car over on the side of the road. I got out and threw up all over the sand. Then I walked 5 miles barefoot until I came upon a little café. That’s where I found myself. That’s where they found me too. The soup of the day was lasagna.
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up (x4)
That’s not my body
That’s not my body
That’s not my body
That’s not my (x7)
And I’m looking at myself from the air
And I’m looking at myself from the air
And I’m looking at myself from the air
On the ground
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9. |
If I Wanted To
02:34
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If I wanted to I’d care
I would care I would care
oooh
If I wanted to I’d care
I would care I would care
oooh
Oh but I don’t
(doooon’t)
I don’t
(doooon’t)
I don’t
(doooon’t)
Now that you’re gone
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10. |
I'm Your Daddy Now
03:34
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I’m your daddy, now
I’m not the milk I’m not the cow
No. I am your daddy now.
Chorus:
I’m not your freakin mommy
I’ll say it with a growl
‘cause I love you like a daddy only knows how
If you must project then I must protect myself
I will not cook or clean. I will be stern not mean as well
So, throw out the baby with the bathwater
You fuck your mother then you kill your father
Chorus:
So you might as well just kill me
I’ll say it with a growl
‘cause I love you like daddy only knows how
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I’m a simple man
I have a simple life
I am a faithful friend
I’d make a simple wife
And I promise that I’m somebody’s daughter
I have a simple life
I am a simple man
I’ll sit across the room and I’ll hold your hand
You can find me in the pantry drinking hot dog water
It’s hard always hanging with the ladies in the cul-de-sac
And it’s hard always being the best at being sad
So I do the dishes ‘cause theyre real real dirty
And I cry into the sink ‘cause I cant stop from hurting
That’s okay I think I’m being discreet
I’m a broadcast journalist from CBS
And I came here ‘cause at sadness I heard youre the best and uh
I was hoping I could get some B roll
So go on then and cry real hard
‘cause it’s performative now
We’re gonna make you a star and uh
Just to make sure are you somebody’s daughter?
It’s hard always feeling like somebody else’s passing fad
And it’s hard always being the best at being
Tiny houses tiny hills
Feeling nothing feeling shrill
I’m a simple man I have simple thrills
Buy me makeup oh buy me heels oh
I wanna rotate in the microwave, baby
I wanna die and I don’t want you to save me
I want you to make me feel so
Buy me makeup oh buy me heels oh
Tiny houses tiny hills
Feeling nothing feeling shrill
I’m a simple man I have simple thrills
Buy me makeup oh
buy me buy me oh
buy me buy me oh
buy me buy me oh
buy me buy me buy me buy me
heels
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