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1.  Sinkin' 2.  Hey Dad 3.  The Agreement Song 4.  Springsong 5.  Takin Cover 6.  Say You Love Me Too 7.  Chips & Dip 8.  Sinkinn Deep 9.  Dog 10. Sunk

I wrote this when I was 16.

My Mom's favorite song.

whiskey and crack cocaine

PURRING CAT BY THE FIREPLACE!

purring cats

Love brings love, my friend.

Love brings love, my friend.

Love brings love, my friend.

Here's "Black Coffee" from the TUDE movie.

Here's the Society Fringe Podcast denouement for 2021. This line won't leave my head. "The open road might call your name / The sky might burn a crimson hue of lust." 

Everything I wrote before this led up to it and everything since is coming to terms with it. I'll include the lyrics this time. The vocals are odd in spots because I was choking back tears. I never thought this would get done. Your world ain't my world But my sun is your sun And I guess that it always was Cry, forgotten ones Love and hate Congregate Celebrate Love and Hate Dawn don't feel so good 'Cause nothing's understood And she's been wasting time And she's been forced to find a new time Barely holding on Tracking footsteps in the rain Of a darkness spawned Never going home again She's insane She's insane She's insane She's insane Midnight's broken The highway's spoken "I don't have a soul" Thought Remote Control Heaven's cruelest joke Crossroads sign is broke Dawn breathes reprieves Remote just leaves Dawn burns best at night When she feels it's right From her flows a glory Hellkind's meanest story Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control Knows that she's there just to play her role Naked oozing love she becomes light Leaves her drooling walks out through the night To the show To the show To the show To the show Remote Control never will wake up Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt Become one with everything and sing Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings To the show To the show To the show To the show She's reading Dharma Bums Preaching with a gun Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus Flower petal burns Crash a sharp right turn Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces Maybe she met you Made you join her crew Poetry for you that's nothing special Crack the whip and dash Where the sorrows clash Happiness is what she did embezzle Naked on the TV screen Dawn hit the mainstream I saw her on the magazine Freak in the mainstream Everybody's angst Is all but a prank Payed by you on you in times of vigor Dogma by the ton Everyone got one Shouting it about al full of rigor So be a Dharma Bum Suck your goddamn thumb Curl into a ball that's like a fetus Where's her zen cash crew? They don't know what to do Baby, we just need someone to lead us Give me fish I'm on my knees Freaks in the mainstream I saw her on the magazine What does it all mean? And when the lights go down We're lying naked on the ground And when the lights come up We mean to interrupt And when the light does bend Then we're you're only friends And when the light does fade We sing our serenade In my fantasy dance billions Chilling in a skinless ville Come forth and feel the beating of the drums When orgasmic screams of passion Happen and the waves crash at A distant forest fire that's just the sun Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup In an ancient land a man stood motionless He called forth all the powers of the devil To his hand In a modern time cry people Looking for a savior Find the strength to live You got it Form a band Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup War torn like a tenement It's all a big experiment There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god Evil seeps like rotting corpses Lectured on in college courses Piling up as if it were not odd Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Underneath the circus tent There sits a man his back is bent And in his hand his only son he holds a knife He says "hey, son, go on and do the job it's just begun and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life" Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Inside a cab a slab of meat Drives aimless through the city streets He works for nothing Gunfight all the time Then one fine day he snaps and wraps His hand around a nine and zaps A gas and go quadruple murder crime Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittu