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I'm sorry this took so long, Mr. Parks​.​.​. (Adam, the songwriter from Texas)

by Adam Thorton

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1.
Of Kingsley Street 02:23
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Upright, near the streetlight You'll see a tilted sign Wrapped in a wilted vine Ingrown like a tombstone And beaten by the rain The words aren't very plain But you won't need to read them Clairaudience will feed them "Welcome to Kingsley The future waits within... Come in.. In... In... In..."
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Now I'm Twenty 02:51
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I didn't grow up to become an astronaut Or anything else that a child want to be A time-sucking job and a paycheck is all I got And just enough time set aside for TV Where's my yacht? My million dollars? My shirts all fitted with golden collars? Finest schnapps, five-figure proof And the bathtub built onto my roof? I don't have a field Just a mop And paint to be peeled A ticket to be paid 'Cause I didn't yield And a bunch of crap that's built up on my windshield I didn't have any idea that the future would be like this Uh... And you know that I'm a real forgetter And a professional down-sitter How'd I ever think I could become a homerun hitter I didn't grow up to become an astronaut Unless you've accounted for my spacing out a lot
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Tasteless (I Do-do-do) 02:21
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I like sayin' things That make Jupitar's rings Fall off of it and hit you in the skull I can comb my bangs I can comb them into things Like, last week, I sculpted them into sea- -a'gu-gu-gulls a'gu-gu-gu-gu -a'gu-gu-gulls a'gu-gu-gu-gu -a'gu-gu-gulls a'gu-gu-gu-gu -gu-gu-gulls a'gu-gu'uh-gu'uh-gu'uh Oh, whoa Come on, a'come on, a'come on, come on, a'come on, a'come on, come on I- I was so tired I was worn out from bein' fired And I tried to change the channel with my phone It wouldn't turn on (Oh!) I know food tastes better (shit) When It's not all over your sweater That's a fact I really wish I would have - - know-know-known a'knuh-knuh-knuh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh-knuh-knuh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh-knuh-knuh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh-knuh-knuh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh'uh-knuh'uh-knuh'uh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh'uh-knuh-knuh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh-knuh-knuh-knuh a'now-know-known a'knuh-knuh-knuh-knuh And I say that I have no taste And you say that I have no taste And I say that you have no taste And you say, "I have no taste" I do-do-do duh-do-do-do-do I do-do-do I do-do-do-do I do-do-do I do-do-do-do I do-do-do I do-do-do-do I do, I do I do, I do I do-do, I do
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Fond Memories, That's All 01:56
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Knock back a Cheerio A marshmallow, here we go! You fallow what you wallow in And swallow what you're fallowin' A gosh-danged cassette is made With funding by Gatorade Squish the bin you stuck it in A ticket, ten You're thin again Thinking of days, You're bound to want with 'em Call back with fondness and not favoritism Thinking of days, You're bound to want with 'em Call back with fondness and not favoritism A tent pole and hairy toes A Chstimas-old bag of clothes Potato chips and frontal flips With HitClips carried on your hips A bathrobe, a frontal lobe A Sailor-slow mini-strobe And pleated pants, a light-up lance A light-up lance in pleated pants Thinking of days, You're bound to want with 'em Call back with fondness and not favoritism Thinking of days, You're bound to want with 'em Call back with fondness and not favoritism Thinking of days, You're bound to want with 'em Call back with fondness and not favoritism Thinking of days, You're bound to want with 'em Call back with fondness and not favoritism Favoritism Favoritism Favoritism
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The Death of Mr. Phone 03:04
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Mr. Phone died Mr. Phone died Mr, Phone died Mr. Phone died Mr. Phone died Mr. Phone died Mr. Phone died I knew his older sister, Dot To whom her brother meant a lot And when I told her he had crashed Good ol' Dot made a mad dash But when she got to the hospital It took her too long to say too little He'd flatlined and made the big leap And she couldn't leave her message after that beep I tried to speak at the service But I lost it, which made me nervous Dot came to the rescue Takin' the lectern with her nephew Their eulogy (eulogy) was a nice one (eulogy, ah) They knew just how to push our buttons He prank called us and then hung up 'til the very end (Prank call) (Is your refrigerator running?) But now he cannot... Try a- -gain
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Mall'd by an Abercrombian Finch 01:31
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La Ah Buy things, ride in an elevator Buy things, ride in an elevator Buy things, ride in an elevator Buy things, ride in an elecator Ah
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Who Among You? 00:47
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Who can you trust when you're hit in the head When they thrust rocks of volume whose faces are red Why am I smiling when everyone's dead? Maybe I'm happy that I'm not instead I'll drink down some water too cool off my tongue It's tired from stinging the people it's stung I'll drink down some water to wash down my scorn That causes you to stumble That causes you to mourn
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The Foolish Child 03:44
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Child was happy But I wish he'd become a more confident guy Matter-of-factly They demanded of him but he could not comply Child, won't you don't what you're supposed to? (Supposed to?) Everybody's doin' what they're supposed to (supposed to) Child, won't you don't what you're supposed to? (Supposed to?) Everybody's doin' what they're supposed to (supposed to) Ah Ah No instruction Expecting the children to know the drill A wrong deduction That led to a question that haunts him still Child, won't you don't what you're supposed to? (Supposed to?) Everybody's doin' what they're supposed to (supposed to) Child, won't you don't what you're supposed to? (Supposed to?) Everybody's doin' what they're supposed to (supposed to) Ah Ah The kid was shy and he couldn't make it known That he was clueless to the matter having never been shown The procedure in question he had to run through After making a mess with his wrongful debut He just acted like a fool and pretended that's what he meant to do He just acted like a fool and pretended that's what he meant to do
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The Queen 04:51
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Myopic teeth and farsighted grin Didn't leave anybody in It must be tough bein' The Queen It must be tough bein' The Queen A viscous trace of Anne Boleyn Repelling downward from her chin It must be tough bein' The Queen It must be tough bein' The Queen A non-collegiate miscreant with a power-ballad face Propped up in a chair and wrapped in lace Missing shades of Earl Grey Drag a chalice through the clay It must be tough bein' The Queen It must be tough bein' The Queen Chutes and Ladders harvesting a spindle and a spoon Surely Heaven has to have more room... (Has to have more roo-. ah...) "Give tax break!" "Oh, eat cake!" "Polish up my face-lake!" "Will no one stay awake?" (Will no one - will no one - will no -) "Sweep the guards, for God's sake!" (- one - will no one - will no one - WILL...) "Here I come with the tea!" (La-ha-ha-ha-ha La-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha-ha) "The rug flew out from under me!" (cough) She screamed... She screamed, "You! - You could have killed me!" "You! - You could have killed me!" "You! - You could have killed me!"
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The Drive Home 02:56
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Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh As I was drivin' away The glow of orange vapor-lights passed over my face And the incandescent ones that were tired of being run died out behind me I barely shared the road Except the fleeting semis tired from hauling their load And across the yellow line, Once in a while, a box like mine would roll beside me As my alertness decayed I saw some rolling cases latched into a parade And the played out majorette Slung its baton too close to quit and led them slowly by me And I think I'm as tired as they seem Just like them, I'm about out of steam And I'm pushing myself on ahead So I can finally see my bed Finally see my bed Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh
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Unlikelyman 02:31
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A thinktank of steampunks assembled in a broken-down warehouse to make a plan Involving a galvanized kiddie pool of boiling liquid and a hanging man A hero is summoned - by a cavalcade of misfits who can't seem to work alone - By sending a signal several miles and-a-half to the buzzing red bulb of a Bakelite telephone (Bakelite Telephone Ah, ah!) "I'll call him, sir." "We're in luck! He's at home!" Adorn with britches held up by a belt containing fragments of a local mountaineering store He dashes to the roof to find a trapezoidal skylight he can use to make it to the floor A poorly thought-out crash alerts the henchmen to the entrance of the masquerading paladin And, suddenly, a hail of fists and punctuated verbs surround the spot our hero is standing in Alarmed, but not confused by how their multitude of guards were overtaken by a lone man in a cape, The group becomes a scatter, setting everything on fire with each racketeer attempting an escape Stirring up the smoke, some twirling bolas snare the cutthroats and their league is forced to recombine The law arrives on scene to find the hooligans aloft the steaming kettle of their own design

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released January 28, 2024

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