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Brouhaha

by Mysterious Stains

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1.
Just recently it has occured to me I've been living a false reality The shower stream is still perfectly clean And devoid of toilet contents post-flushing How long, how long Have I been so wrong How long, how long I'm just learning I've been self poisoning Turns out tooth paste is not for swallowing I'll wait and see what suprise life will spring And all I know is that I know nothing In order of appearance doesn't mean by beauty And islands no matter small are not floating When crossing time zones it's not time traveling The little piggy didn't go to market for shopping How long, how long Have I been so wrong How long, how long
2.
Nervously fill silence with a constant dullen drone Alphabetically list all of the things I own A recounting of all the times I almost broke a bone Describing differences within various types of stone And as I rambled on, she fought the urge to flee Drop less than subtle hints that I hardly leave my home And did you know the word detected is a palindrome And as I rambled on, she fought the urge to flee And once I stopped for breathe she went and laid it out plainly To my dismay, without delay, she turned to say I just couldn't care less With lightning speed, she turned to me, and then decreed I just couldn't care less
3.
Have you thought lately? Your life needs more flavor We've got something for you, as soon as you sign this waiver It's sweet and gum-tingling With added salt to savor Go try it yourself as soon as we're done with this palaver Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde Gonne be the best thing you've ever tried Just ignore the serving size, it's never fun to analyze Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde Our own research tells us When consumed constantly Our product has shown to have the chance to cure moronity It comes in frech plastic And has control qualities Even avaliable for purchase in children's quantities Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde Gonna be the best thing you've ever tried Pass it down through your bloodline, a five ounce is just twelve ninety-nine Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde
4.
Tempicide 03:09
Never a dull moment whenthe calendar is filled with kitchen knives Laughing at each minute as they suffocate and break out into hives Hours fly by having fun while dropping them from thirteen stories high Passing by the day as it slowly dehydrates in its binds These are my favorite forms of tempicide Never a waste when spent here by your side Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my eyes Culling out the week with a fireaxe directly to the spine Reeling in the years as they float face down below the waterline Watching each decade as their corpses do decay in quicklime Make the century a victim of what is surely a war crime These are my favorite forms of tempicide Never a waste when spent here by your side Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my eyes These are my favorite forms of tempicide Never a waste when spent here by your side Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my dying eyes
5.
Every day it's doom, gloom and dismay Feel decay in every word they say You can't absorb all their stress You can't always clean their mess Lest you stunt your own progress You don't love them any less You just don't need the distress Of emotional atlas Meekly fray then quickly put away Can't convey when treated as one-way Reject bait from mouth of the ingrate Don't deflate under the whole world's weight You can't absorb all their stress You can't always clean their mess Lest you stunt your own progress You don't love them any less You just don't need the distress Of emotional atlas Every day it's doom, gloom and dismay Just belay yourself to your own way
6.
Cynicyst 03:12
Oh, how compliments make the mind fraught Just buttered up before taken out back and shot Long been tested in this school of thought Every stranger's story comes with its own sick plot High time to drain the cynicyst Surely to burst should it persist Try having trust, I do insist High time to drain the cynicyst Smiling like a sneering abscess Even the cure to world hunger would not impress How could someone enjoy life's recess When bound to fall face first down the slide, I digress High time to drain the cynicyst Surely to burst should it persist Try having trust, I do insist I take a look behind my eyes Start cutting myself down to size At this rate all of my allies Will consist of a swarm of flies High time to drain the cynicyst Surely to burst should it persist Try having trust, I do insist High time to drain the cynicyst
7.
Gather 'round young grandkin, listen to my story I can promise to be brief now, so please don't up and flee Though it's less of a tail and more of a quest for thee I need you to pick my meds up down at the pharmacy Ill let you in on one of my various lucrative money schemes A simple task could be complete before tomorrow's eve You shall scale the yard most thoroughly, and rake up all the leaves Your reward a crumples Hamilton, and a packet of sour cream Trust me, you'll see In the blink of an eye you too will be as old and decrepit as me I'm afraid my body simply isn't what it used to be Though I'm strong in Night Court trivia, I'm weaker in the knees It's so hard to bend and clip the yellowing nails of my toesies I'll ask my doctor why they look like their packed with cottage cheese Trust me, you'll see In the blink of an eye you too will be as old and decrepit as me Gather round young grandkin, listen to my story I can promise to be brief now, so please don't up and flee Though it's less of a tail and more of a quest for thee I need a ride to bingo, to quench my gambling needs Trust me, you'll see In the blink of an eye you too will be as old and decrepit as me
8.
If my arm were to twitch, I'd severe it away If you were to pull the stitch, I'd let it fester in decay If you're a glutton for violence, I'll bring pacifistic pain Just one more drop in the bucket As time goes on I find myself growing more plain A run-on sentence gone too long, for the love of god please find the vein And if you're one for silence, you're just the scalpel for my brain Just one more drop in the bucket So if you are my angel than I could be your wraith A gentle sponge upon my head would be only the sweetest scathe And if you spit in my face, at least you're acting in good faith Just one more drop in the bucket
9.
Thrum 03:31
Thrum Drowned in constant drone Occupied by tone Shaking fears of being alone Thrum Rejoicing eardrums blown Content in what's condoned Distracted from what remains unknown Thrum Ceaseless jawbone, so much heard, little learned Lugging 'round a head like a stone, mossy grey, left unturned Well adept in smothering fears, thought they seem to hold breath for years Thrum Drowned in constant drone Occupied by tone Shaking fears of being alone Thrum Rejoicing eardrums blown Content in what's condoned Distracted from what remains unknown Thrum Seizing each lobe, lest attention divert Pensively begin to disrobe, so naked, so alert How reflections start to rear, roaring fog begins to clear Thrum Drowned in constant drone Occupied by tone Shaking fears of being alone Thrum Rejoicing eardrums blown Content in what's condoned Distracted from what remains unknown Thrum
10.
All the Same 02:48
Staring down the smoking barrel of your own mistake Every choice you seem to make merits a double-take Try not to forget how to breathe in, while drowning out your own headache Time and time again it seems you never catch a break I know that it's hard to get through the day I know that it's hard to not feel the shame I know that it's hard to hear when I say, when I say we're all the same Time again just proving not to have the Midas touch And pardon my French but it always seems that you're in Dutch Try not to beat yourself up too much, save a little some for us As a friendly gesture allow me to kick out your crutch I know that it's hard to get through the day I know that it's hard to not feel the shame I know that it's hard to hear when I say, when I say we're all the same

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Written and recorded during various statuses of employment, Brouhaha is a quick excursion into acoustic driven rock and folk.

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released October 15, 2023

All music written and performed by: Jes West
*Except piano interludes and lyrics to "Drop In the Bucket" written by Tre Mobley

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Mysterious Stains Jacksonville, Florida

Just a guy making music to slip in the shower to.

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