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A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit · AJJ

People Who Can Eat People are the Luckiest People in the World

℗ 2007 Asian Man Records

Released on: 2007-09-11

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33 thoughts on “A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit

  1. In school, did your teachers "force you to learn" by shouting you down, insulting you, and telling you that you don't deserve to live? No.

    Be gentle with kids, for fuck's sake. If they don't know that "fortnight" is a real word, just tell them what it actually means instead of bashing them like an entitled asshole.

  2. For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress

    Foraging forests five footsteps in length

    Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles

    Flowing like flies from your face

    From your face

    And my neighborhood

    It's been filled brim with black cats

    And when I go driving they walk in my path all the time

    Every time

    First we were babies, we're birthing and dying

    Then we were children, we're playing and crying

    And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking

    But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing

    And liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds

    We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others

    We're sadly sighing

    We're sadly sighing

    We're sadly sighing

    We're sadly sighing

    And I'd like to be a big ball of meat

    That bees can buzz around and eat when I die

    So that I might be granted one sense of purpose

  3. For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
    Foraging forests five footsteps in length
    Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
    Flowing like flies from your face
    From your face

    And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats
    And when I go driving they walk in my path
    All the time
    Every time

    First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
    And then we were children, we're playing and crying
    And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
    But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
    And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds
    We've created by lusting and lying
    To ourselves and to others

    We're sadly sighing

    And I'd like to be
    A big ball of meat
    That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
    So that I might be granted one sense of purpose

  4. For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
    Foraging forests five footsteps in length
    Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
    Flowing like flies from your face
    From your face

    And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats
    And when I go driving they walk in my path
    All the time
    Every time

    First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
    And then we were children, we're playing and crying
    And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
    But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
    And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds
    We've created by lusting and lying
    To ourselves and to others

    We're sadly sighing

    And I'd like to be
    A big ball of meat
    That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
    So that I might be granted one sense of purpose

  5. For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
    Foraging forests five footsteps in length
    Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
    Flowing like flies from your face
    From your face

    And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats
    And when I go driving they walk in my path
    All the time
    Every time

    First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
    And then we were children, we're playing and crying
    And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
    But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
    And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds
    We've created by lusting and lying
    To ourselves and to others

    We're sadly sighing

    And I'd like to be
    A big ball of meat
    That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
    So that I might be granted one sense of purpose

  6. For four fortnights I've fled from my fortress
    Foraging forests five footsteps in length
    Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
    Flowing like flies from your face
    From your face

    And my neighborhood
    It's been filled brim with black cats
    And when I go driving they walk through my path all the time
    Every time

    First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
    Then we were children, we're playing and crying
    And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
    But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
    And liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds
    We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
    We're sadly sighing

    And I'd like to be a big ball of meat
    That bee's can buzz around and eat when I die
    So that I may be granted one sense of purpose

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