It's a big year, I'm used to living without fear Now all i can see are days flying by And all the make-up, all the make-up in the world Couldn't hide the bags under my eyes I see children, paths before them I see children who will make something of their lives I would trade them for a moment But they'd be stuck here Closing down the bar with my friends Bingeing on pizza with my love Watching us pretend Here's the life we've been dreaming of I'll pour my morning beer While you sleep in 'til 2:00 or 3:00 They say that the most boring people Always get up early Now that I'm sorry, now that I'm sorry for myself I'll pour you a cup of my first-world sadness And I'll make you listen, I'll make you listen to the small High-pitched, whining voice behind your glasses I am wastin' all this feelin' I am wasting time Closing down the bar with my friends Bingeing on Hulu with my love Watching us pretend Here's the life we've been dreaming of I'll pour my morning beer While you sleep in 'til 2:00 or 3:00 They say that the most boring people Always get up early Closing down the bar (with my friends) Watching us pretend Here's the life we've been dreaming of I'll pour my morning beer While you sleep in 'til 2:00 or 3:00 They say that the most boring people Always get up early

I'm not feeling particularly animated I'm not feeling particularly hard to impress I'm not feeling particularly anything at all I'm not feeling particularly like my best I am feeling if I were to fall from here I couldn't even break my neck I don't know if anyone can hear me I don't know if Im making any sense I don't know if I'm saying anything at all I don't know, 'cause I say it and forget I do know that have wasted many years Climbing back and forth but never uh-uh-uH-UP For as many times as I've written the word "I" On a piece of paper I would think that I would have some idea Of what I want Oooh, but night, after night, after night, after night After night, after night, after night, after night After night I'm not feeling particularly like a winner I'm not feeling Particularly keen to beg I'm not feeling particularly like I've got it all I'm not feeling like I have reached the dregs I am feeling guilty 'cause I'm blaming you For my apathetic legs Meanwhile, these legs are sitting Propped up on a chair, tapping the beat Wait those aren't my legs Those would be my feet Every, single day, I'm touching other people's feet Go home and drink my whiskey neat So I can wake up and then play it on repeat I'm not feeling particularly animated I'm not feeling particularly like I've got it all I'm not feeling like I have reached the dregs I am feeling if I were to fall from here I am feeling if I were to fall from here I couldn't even break my legs

I will call you Josephine With raven hair and heart to match As you hold him in your arms I believe that he's something I have yet to catch So let's pretend that we are friends And you care how I feel Here's you tossing a smile my way While you run your fingers through his hair Here's me saying, "honey, I just don't care" I know you wouldn't dare You were born an only child You didn't say but I can tell Every goddamn thing in this house was yours From the moment you came ringin' on my doobell Josephine Josephine Josephine, you asked the sun to hide behind the clouds When you step into the room Josephine, you know your friends only invite you now 'Cause you expect them to I will call you Josephine With raven hair and heart to match Though I have held him in my arms I believe that he's something I have yet to catch So let's pretend that we are friends But you'll be how you are Here's you chucking a smile my way While he walks you to your car While he walks you to your door While you're both standing there on your kitchen floor I don't want to hear any more Josephine, you ask the sun to hide behind the clouds When you step into the room Josephine, You've got the raven second guessing If he's even singing the right tune Josephine Josephine Josephine, you ask the sun to hide behind the clouds When you step into the room Josephine, you know your friends only invite you now 'Cause you expect them to Josephine Josephine

Here's my first and only ukulele written song I can promise you I'm gonna sing it wrong If I played it only for my mother If I played it on only for my kin They would say to me you're such a bother They would say quite honestly it's shit Here's my first and only ukulele Written song I can promise you that I won't carry on for very long Please don't tell me that this song is awesome Please don't tell me it stuck in your head If you do then I'll be very sorry Sorry 'cause you're wishing you were dead Here's my first and only ukulele song I can tell from here that it won't stay that way for very long As I sip this melancholy coffee you could say it's giving me a hunch Think that I'll go on to have another One more coffee song before I brunch Here's my first and only ukulele song I've been singing this damn song all the day-long 10:00 p.m. and still I'm drinking coffee Though within an hour I must sleep 3:00 a.m, I lie awake and wonder What's chord I play here, is it G? Is it C? Oh! there it is! Here's my first and only ukulele written song!

Dear Miss Belle Gunness Has a price on everyone's head Bring her any weath at all She'll love you 'til you're dead 18-years-old, knocked-up, and angry She asked the father for his help Instead, he kicked her in the stomach Two days later he was found in a well Dear Miss Belle Gunness Has a price on everyone's head Bring her any weath at all She'll love you 'til you're dead She packed her bags, moved to Chicago Wed a entrepreneur with four kids or more She then took out the biggest policy On the kids and the candy store When a fire ate the candy store, and then A host of tragedy befell them Acute Colitis for the kids An enlarged heart for her now-dead husband And a quarter million for Miss Gunness Dear Miss Belle Gunness Has a price on everyone's head Bring her any weath at all She'll love you 'til you're dead Should the neighbors get suspicious Move to the country and buy a farm Find yourself another husband Have two more kids you can slap some insurance on Dear Miss Belle Gunness Has a price on everyone's head Bring her any weath at all She'll love you 'til you're dead Deeeeeea dea dea dea dea dea Dea dea dea dea dea dea dead! Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead deeeeeaad You might have guessed, again she's widowed And getting lonely on the farm She ran an ad in a large newspaper And it worked like a charm, worked like a charm It read: "Comely widow who owns a large farm in One of the finest districts in LaPorte County, Indiana, Desires to make the acquaintance of a gentleman Equally well-provided, with view of joining fortunes. No replies by letter considered unless sender is willing To follow answer with personal visit. Triflers need not apply." One by one, here come the suitors With little fortunes for her bank I don't think anyone has seen them Except for the pigs in the yard You know that they'll eat anything Dear Miss Belle Gunness Has a price on everyone's head Bring her any weath at all She'll love you 'til you're dead Dear Miss Belle Gunness Has a price on everyone's head Bring her any weath at all She'll love you She'll love you 'Til you're dead

Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai I don't know how much more of this I can take You lying there on the floor, not doing much 'Cept watching my heart take Another step away from hope, you're another inch toward Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai I don't got a lot of wiggle room in the bank But, boy, if I did, I'd buy you every drop Of the blood you cannot make Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai I would take this life inside me Place it into your rapidly beating heart I would take this marrow growing Fix it to your bones so you'd restart It's a freak of nature, it's a grand coincidence It's a fluke of timing that I clean her fingerprints forever Just in time to watch you fade away If I don't want both, then neither can remain Baby, baby, baby, baby, get out of bed You itty bitty, fuzzy footed, fucking sleepyhead I'm gonna cry if I don't see you at my door I'm gonna weep if you don't want to play with me anymore Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Imagine I'm Zeus or Ra, whatever you like While lying inside my palm you wrongly assume You'll never fear the night Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai I'd give all I've got to bring you back from the brink 'Cept that I lent the lot to your sister And washed her down the sink Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Give the birdie to the man with the stethescope 'Cause he's not your friend, is he now? Nope! Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Your ears are cold, and your toes are cold And your lips are white as snow Your breath is quick as you take a whiff Of your food, and you let it go Your legs are long, but your words aren't strong You never, ever talk at all Baby, baby, baby, baby, get out of bed You itty bitty, fuzzy footed, fucking sleepyhead I'm gonna cry if I don't see you at my door I'm gonna weep if you don't want to play with me anymore Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai Lai di dai di dai di dai, dai dai, dai di dai, dai daiiiiiiii

Lyin' on the floor, lying' on the floor Lyin' on the floor of a bar bathroom Lyin' on the floor, lyin' on the floor Lyin' on the floor of a bar bathroom Check the clock, 6:30 am Why the hell are we still here? I should be home in bed by now I don't need another beer Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'm all alone Wait a minute, wait a minute. Where did everyone go? They're not in the bar Woop-woop is the sound I hear As I stumble to the door Can't say I've ever tripped that alarm before Lyin' on the floor, lying' on the floor, Lyin' on the floor of a bar bathroom That's what friends are for, that's what friends are for When they leave you lyin' on the floor of a bar bathroom Now, what I do is wait, I guess 'Cause there's not a car around And press the button every two or three seconds Come on, come on, come on! Wait a minute, wait a minute, what do I see Is it a guy named Rich in a silver CR-V? He's coming with a car Woo-Hoo is the sound I make As I stumble to the road Yeah, Rich, today you are my hero Now I'm riding in a car, riding in a car Riding in a car with my Lyft driver Running from the bar, running from the bar Running from the bar, me and my Lyft driver Running from the bar, running from the bar That's what friends are for, that's what friends are for That's what friends are - Rich! You are my new best friend

There's this guy that I know He likes to show me videos Something about Masters Metallica, and sock puppet shows Woah oh oh oh There's this guy that I know He's kin to Mr. Winnebago Get this guy some Ginko Biloba, cause he's going to blow Some say that my humor Is served up with a side of greens That's why this guy and I Can laugh about most anything Well, what does that mean? Well, the other day, he said this funny thing It might not be funny to you, but it was funny to me A word of encouragement: As you leave here, I want you to look around And realize that everything that you see here Is going to end up in a landfill Could be he's got a point We throw away a lot of stuff Long as it brings money We never say enough is enough Blah di di duff Every single pair of Comfy grandma shoes that I own Will end up right next to Your swanky Jimmy Choo stilhettos What have I got to show Freedom is Farce, that's what Some guy in a beard told me Forget your art, and sweat For nothing but a pile of green I can see what he means But I'm just gonna sit here and sing La da da da da da da da da da dee dee dee deeeee A word of encouragement: As you leave here, I want you to look around and realize that everything that you see here Is going to end up in a landfill

Lyrics by Carl Perry Yeah I'm workin', workin' for the Man for free Yeah, I'm workin', workin' for the Man for free This place is trashed , I ain't got no cash Feel like I've been here since I was three Still workin' for the Man for free Yeah, I'm workin', workin' for the Man for free Yeah, I'm workin', workin' for the Man for free I've been here so long , feel like an old rotten Tree All my returns are killing me Still workin' for the Man for free Yeah, I'm workin' (workin') Yeah, I'm workin' (workin') Yeah, I'm workin' (workin') Yeah, I'm workin' bah duhn do do bah uhn dah doh ohhhh Yeah I'm, workin' for the Man Yeah, I'm, workin' for the Man Workin' for the Man for, workin' for the man Bah bah bah da buh bah Still workin' for the man for free

Lyrics by Rebekah and Rachel Bachman If you look beyond the blue you'll see some more blue Plus some white that's swirled around by the propeller Though I cannot see the bottom, I know it's there Bet that if I were to go there all the fish would stare If you look beyond the blue you'll see some more blue Plus a hazy silhouette of little mountains that are also blue Plus a town that looks like snow, Population: I don't know Never will, we'll never go there, for we are bound for Paros Da da, da da da Da da, da da da daaaaaaaaa Da da, da da da Da da, da da da daaaaaaaaa If you look into the night, you'll see the starlight Haven't seen the Milky Way since I was six or eight or nine If you cannot find the dipper, we'll understand, there are so many stars Soak it up, for in the morning we sail again If you look into the blue, you'll see the bottom Though it's thirteen meters down, it's crystal clear And I seek to find the fishes among the weeds I was right, they're staring at me and mumbling in Greek Da da, da da da Da da, da da da daaaaaaaaa (Malaka) Da da, da da da Da da, da da da daaaaaaaaa If you look beyond the blue you'll see some more blue Plus an ivory triangle on the horizon When we reach our destination, we say goodbye To the water, "kalinichte," and "goodnight" To the blue, I sing for you, the blue and white

Vourvoulos veranda by the sea A breath like the water through the trees Could it be Sunday morning? Upon the hour the blue dome sings Ring Vourvoulos veranda in the hill Awake with the sun it's very still You are a stone white tower There are a thousand more through the ville Still Close my eyes and I'm there White walls, white stairs Stray cats, swimsuits drying on the rack Thank god for memory I can feel the breeze Vourvoulos veranda, stay a while And wile away the hours, Kyriakos style No need to drink the water For in the morning, here they drink wine It's fine Close my eyes and I'm there White walls, white stairs Stray cats, swimsuits drying on the rack Thank god for memory Still I'd rather be, I'd rather see what's right here Wherever here may be Vourvoulos veranda