“my final offer”

*THE BASIX*

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🌑🌒🌓✨🚪-=*INTRO*=-🚪✨🌖🌗🌘

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*🌪.SOUND🌥🎙🌩CLOUDS.🌪*

*MASTER TAPES*

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*🎬✨CLIPS✨📽*

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*🎸✨CHORDS✨🎸*

*CHORDS*

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*🎼✨LYRICS✨✍️*

*LYRICS*

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🧫🥼🧪✨BEHIND THE MUSIC✨🧪🥼🏋️‍♀️

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*✨🦄📖✨STORYLINES✨📖🦄✨*

*SCENES*

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(a time-traveling joga as ‘zombie’ invading a ‘tuck’ party)

(she sprays him with fire extinguisher to no avail)

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👎🤷‍♂️👩‍⚖️🙀*REVIEWS*😻👨‍⚖️🤷‍♂️👍

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🌌🌓🌔🌕🎆🌃-=*OUTRO*=-🌃🎆🌖🌗🌘🌌

*OUTRO*

NEWFOUND HEROES

*SCRAPS*

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and come to a decision

who are you and how are we?
never really knowing

when you turn your back on me
think of what you’re blowing
think about it carefully

if only ida tried again another time

blow my mind

if only ida asked her for a little more

to hold your tongue is such a nasty chore

shoot and score

channelvee is whereallthe

can’t afford way off-board

those who choose to live abiding by the sword

but she wouldn’t even show…

no she wouldn’t even know…

been a bit embarrassed before

been this way

a little more

pay no mind i just kept on knowing

i was blind but i kept on going

go and blow my mind

hot desperate foreign girls

(otherwise known as au pairs)

exchanging favors

all feeling cleaner

holding competition for a louder roar

screaming out your lungs is such a nasty chore

for something that i haven’t earned…

who are you and how are we

sheep awaiting slaughter

who are you and how are we

riding to perdition

think of what you’re missing

and nerve to be reborn

froze in trepidation

suffering and scorn

go on expedition

no ego completo amigo

i’m gonna shout aloud

resisting him at every turn

i’m gonna make her proud

force of demolition

this is so bizarre…

working overtime

just like dynamite…

look in the captain’s eyes and make it right…

another signpost

she was working ou

exorcising demons is a nasty chore

but there’s no one other we know…

trying hard to overthrow the overlord…

waiting for your love is such a nasty chore…

got a guilt-ridden conscience

*BUSK*

but liliana wanted so much more!

we could’ve rallied ’round him…we chose to shun him…

but the program worked wonders for me…

well that sure beat the leaderboards

in your slow dog puppy shoes

are you sure wannna refuse?

price

dont let em run down the price of rice…

nope blonde dog, you can keep your cool

i didn’t expect to be adroid ma’am

ohh will they get my testigals examined

you say that you’ve been here???

favorite balloon

i betchay 99% of the time

stand u

continue

u got

STONED

(we don’t like you)

you got

STONED

(we don’t like you)

(awww…)

i’m in my final year

colorado

rocky mountains

colorados comin….

california in the desert

arizona arizona

you’re an alcie, aintchya?

(its the most popular name)

you’re an alcie, aintchya?

(its the most popular name)

morton brown

do you solemnly swear to tell the entire truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you god?

i do solemnly swear

din’t you dear

you nearly had me roped and tied

sugarbabe

mister sleepaday

mister sleepaday

(you sleep every day?)

mister wall street lite

mister wall street lite

can you stay out of my room?

can you build a sweet cocoon

my temperature is fine

my temperature is fine

but you’ve gotta keep your cool

i’m gonna lose my contacts too

just as easily as you

ramb bab dambadeedoo

ramb bam dambadeedooda

ram ba dambadeedoo

i didn’t mean to exclude ya

how do you do sir?

i’m fine…

and how bout you sir?

if you’re just like me…

i’ll be just like you…

my heart is like an open book

but you refuse to look

but you refuse to look

you make me feel just like a common crook

when you refuse to look

when you refuse to look

whose a hooligan now?

one more lap to victory

if i notice you, then think of me

oh….that’s how we are…

oh…that’s how we are…

ravenous snake, i’ve outgrown you

i’m gonna eat you

i can’t defeat you

oh well…this may be your lucky day…

oh ravenous snake i woulda loved to

there’s scary little man up there

and you’ll meet him in a little while

i’m gonna pick up all these little girls and ride them for awhile…
i’m gonna teach em all i’ve even and go out with a smile
we’ll spread our little wings and start to fly in style…

her lips were sad as mine

i’m just as bad as you

did you forget our little rendezvous?

they wouldnt miss u

she’s still a stileted girl

i ride the tilt-a-whirl

get on your knees and make it right

somewhere there’s seven girls

who look a lot like you

their boyfriends left them there

their

pop goes the weirdo

you show me yours…i’ll show you mine…

it’s a lonely world out there when you’re all by yourself…

beautiful mistake…

one step makes you a slave…
one foot in the grave…

will you suffer for fallulah too?

(gaybird: “you sure outrank the duke!”)

doug benson with puppy dog claws:

“is this feasible?”

you think it’s funny do you?

i aint got nothin gainst the local commmunity

you can breathe?

for breakfast?

the war shalll be fought with bullets and swords and guns and all kinds of raging hard ons

i came back

game on

he’s a racist!

(mother holding daughter:)

(“she’s my baby!”)

in country voiice….that’lll be now and that’ll be then and then and then and again and again and again….

we combed your hair…

we knew you’d lose!

the enslavement of mexicans becomes a national pastime

with our whips and our chains and our generational rage

we gun reclaim this here stage

(uncle jimmy at the rodeo:)

(you…p-pp-p-.pusssyyyyy)

(cmhere u pussy)

where did my heroes go?

are they further down the road?

are they ready to explode

you can say what you say but what you say willl never stay in its place

as the sun sets in the east

and the ashes blow to the west

the wild ones dance….

so we got through monday…..

and now we prepare for tuesday…..

this reminds me of a prayer…

joga comes out as frontman to stage with roll of his head

(his icon reads “christine fisher”)

“why won’t he marry me?”

on the roayrd again…..

miss reggie’s a terrible sinner…

a heretic….

cue a middle school play:

parts were passed around

i felt i was going down….

i choose to lose

and it got bad

my pupils were poppin

plenty of beanies are lyin around

there’s evil in the east

easier to the west

find the source that’s troubling you, eliminate the threat

we’ve gotta wait for awhile

while you’re starting to hear

we’ve got a ways to to decide on lives

i’m gonna go out west and grow some hair on my chest until i figure out a place i can

baby so peculiar babe we ain’t got time

and a roomful of booze

i’m sure she is a lesbian….

i’m sure he is a queer…

spend the rest of their lives

most of them jokes

justin and john attacking dorothy after she murders joga between fits of sobs….

while dog hunkers off to the back

i’ve waited on it

and gave up on it

so i’m not so sure how it goes

and her radiant sadness is hidden with all of her might

i want you to know that i’ve been there before

and that’s how i know there’ll be a showdown

you’ll be locked up for life

lydia: “where has she gone?”

night and day…right away…

laguna beach

boy is it cold

like the rolly polys say (nathan: brrr)

boy is it cold

let the golden oldies play

boy is it cold

let the wind blow you away

eminem

carrot booty

pom poms

i hear he’s made of money

we’ll go the distance

start rumblin with all of their might

your sand is my sand

chew me like gum

ch-ch-ch-chew me like gum

monday sunday

we’ll set aside some time to make the master race

at our own pace….

are you a censor?

commence the chase

start building up that master race today

are you a cancer?

are you a blister?

i shoulda kissed her

are you a pension

and she ever wanted was a piece of cake

put me up there on the leaderboard

give me one more award

i blame the television

there’s another girl

you’re either a parasite or a path to light…

taking it deep…
taking it raw…
say what you saw…

we knew he was a winner…

relax don’t do it…let it come through to you

you’re a lovely pig, lonely violet, i love you

her family is far too old

they wouldn’t know a thing about it

her boyfriend is far too bold

someone better than mine

disease

trapeze

where’d you learn to hate?

hatred for me

i know you are habit-forming

i know that you have it in for me

make an aryan of me

i’m gonna hit it right outta the park

hard-on…

it’s none of your business…

my father’s a flame, my mother’s a saint…
she claimed that she couldn’t, then suddenly faint…

i didn’t say it…
i only know it…

i didn’t spray it…
i only grow it…

(no, i’m no poet…)

nothing more than a whore…

one must be approved by the wrinkly-faced…
all those that are better are all but erased…

and it burns burns burns…
leaves nothing to imagination…

your sticky icky morning breath

your freaky creaky bedtime bones

i want them one more time

my messy methhead…that’s what you called me…

my sexy sleepyhead…i swear you said…

one more time…

crashing teeth cascade, collide…

one more time

again

ok

shock and awe

the prettiest little picture in town

little sister

where the winters are as cold as ice…

naked and rich…

long distance…

a mexican witch eating french fries…
on the beach…
just out of reach…

“he’s definitely dunking more than donuts…”

friggin fragnito

that chubby stubbly schizophrenic jewish teddy bear face

my blackadar’s ajar…

michael morton brown

the clown without a crown

i’ve got 16 categories i’m working on…

AFFIRMATIVE ACTION

(race)

DEATH OF A BOZO

(classic rock dinosaurs)

DREAM DATES

(fantasy girls)

GIRL TALK

(reality girls)

IN ABSENTIA

(death)

MAKE A WISH

(fantasy)

MANHUNT

(crime + punishment)

SENIOR CITIZENS

(old age)

SILENT STARS

(the sun)

SIM CITY

(architecture)

SIXTEEN CANDLES

(emma wolin)

THE CRUSADES

(religion)

THE WAGON

(drugs)

TIME TO SHINE

(goals)

WEIRDOS

(abnormalities)

WRITER’S BLOCK

(creativity)

tried texting larnald to no avail…

called him a strange amalgam of john hughes / robert pollard / louis CK…

new songs:

surfer girl

god only knows

maybe i’m amazed

taking advantage…

love is all you need…

my dear daniel poon

will you ring again soon?

my dear dyke van larnald

the tom to my Arnold

the chink in my armor

the rish in my parmar

(no response of course)

my big baby ruth

my tindertoothed tiger

orally serviced by bimbettes from niger

(he’s sick with the flu)

texting with roboray

with a tall swedish blonde trampling him in heels

“carrot booty 2”

(b-side: “jap happy”)

(dedicated to our dead friend devon)

i’m manson with bubbly teenage runaways

til a jealous copper catches me squeezing a bubbly breast

where art thou rob roy?

sweet yellow haired boy

have the swedes took you in?

are you living in sin with a finn?

“busking under the influence”

“busking while intoxicated”

fat matt…

smoke me

i am an animal

study your books

i have got some good old lovin if you’ve got some vasoline

(and she was all of 17…)

anthony peeking through the window as the boys are having a laughfest with pete rose…

(and subsequently shoots up the studio)

(“exploring the outer limits of the situational comedy”)

(in tremolo robotic voice:)

“move over jack muse now the joke is on you…”

bowing lady justice to “princess christmas”

pom poms…

i wrote you a poem…

just like jacquelina divine…

ten little indians

let my baby down easy

my will

(“my little lucy now…”)

clark cotton…may he never be forgotten…

ain’t it great how history repeats itself?

we’re still the same squealing teenagers…

fap and you fap and what happened?

hornier than a black boy on easter sunday…

nippier than a ni**er in november…

(you know they hate the cold)

let’s weep together

power words

hamburger!

michael morton brown

are you still feeling down?

are you lying to your shrink?

do you speak before you think?

do you say before you do?

do you

now that the robin is dead, will so go the voice in your head?

a symbol of your affliction

with differing addictions

with similar constitutions

play with gretchen

marc anthony

august / caucus

michael brown’s body

the ghost of robin

he’s a jackass

a total jackass

and he’s eating off me for free

stand by your man

with blumberg in hand

all hypersexual

roboray in full-out grinding mode (but he needed more booze)…

rolls new name: “ruth” (opposite of “ruthless”)

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*🌈✨ *TABLE OF CONTENTS* ✨🌷*

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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥*we won the war* 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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