Done away with the path that was gonna make my daddy proud
When I said I was sure there'd be a row, he said, son!
You take care of yourself by singing now
Hell, I've seen you in front of a crowd, you’re alright
Large medium fish in a medium fish in a medium pond
Make my way to the ocean there’s sharks all around
and I don’t know if I got the right gills,
salty water might kill me
I'll try and make a big old splash while I drown
At least I’m out of that stupid ass pond
And ill be doing just fine, got this killer band right behind me
"Get out!" I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!” projected from the hole in the front of my head
"Get out!” boy, get out
I tried, but I could never be that guy
Thought the way was clear at last, the goal I sought was on that path
Solution to the hole that the princess left
(You ain't bad at that)
But I’m good at this its where I live
It’s right on the street where my house is
It’s all fine and well getting out of your zone
You don’t gotta make it your home
Science has had its chance
but my time with the slugs it hasn’t passed
never stepped up to do that dance
Never played a note in Spain or France
never put my eggs all in that basket
Its high time that I took that chance and ill scream till my lungs give out,
I'm free at last, I'm free at last
Ill be doing just fine see, got a real good woman beside me
"Get out!” I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!" projected from the hole in the front of my head
Get out, boy! Get out
I tried, but I could never be that guy
The truth about d-max, the obfuscated fact
The academics in scare-quote rabbits-ears cats
Cos I don’t got time for it anymore,
run away till my feet bleed with sores,
Then I'm gonna run just a little bit more
Stifled in a fog
of dose volume histograms
Saying I'm not right when I know I am
Prepare for institutionalised yes no mam
Treat me like a child, don’t you dare goddamn
You don’t know what I've been through, or who I am
I am the fucking man.
Put the books back on the shelf, gonna be the boss of my goddamn self
"Get out!” I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!” projected from the hole in the front of my head
Get out, boy, get out
I tried, but I could never be that guy
Boy
"Get out!" I hear a voice from somewhere say
"Get the hell out!" projected from the hole in the front of my head
Get out, boy, get out
I tried,
X-ray school
I was initially drawn toward Vulfpeck's earlier instrumental tracks. This album effectively earned my respect for their vocal works. Listening to "Running Away" and "Baby I Don't Know" is like uncovering buried gems from the 1970's. "Hero Town" sounds like an instrumental outtake from Three Dog Night's "Hard Labor" album with deeper bass, earning my respect for Jack Stratton's mixing skills. I would love to see him do a masterclass for mixing in the Vulf Conservatory. t0cktock
