Fappy Hour

by Happy IN Hemet

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All Songs written by Bean Stalk, except "Fat Kid" written by Vivian Bernal.

Recorded at Crisis House. Produced by Patrick Capinding.

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released 23 February 2014

Special thanks to Crisis Arm <3 and kevin patricio for showing the world his right nut....

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Track Name: Tickled Pink
I want to smash. i want to save, but fear him? Yes! and what he'll think. This sentiment is so grand. Yes, i want to trip in the arms of that that only exists... where? In his mind. Why?

I know..... But he's back.

Chuck it pooh butt. not up, But here. And pushing in and out. It ain't me, but what? Now his cheeks are green. How'd it feel so good to be mean? To hyde, to be. It's never me. But the other tends to disagree........ And fuck with me!!

I know not jekyll so i hyde.

Wanted this, now i want that. When will it end? where'll i be at? How will i be? I pray tickled pink. Probably sucking satan's cock. Tell me where. Where? Where?

I know..... No i don't....

I know not jekyll so i hyde.
Track Name: Fried Rice
We were the hemet kids, walking in this "mad world". I met a new one. We were starting to open. I asked if he knew of the coltranes. He said "fuck yes!" The last time i was there, indulging in them i saw the woman of the trees, and i pissed on them. They waved for me to come back. So deceiving.... Of course i went back.

Just wanted to be like "the plumber" but instead during this game.... i feel like an electrician.

I parted from friends. Ran into ed. Playing music lullaby's. reminiscent of the old and the dead. So fucking peaceful!! The soundtrack i want!! Once i'm finally done Staring at satan.

Just wanted to be like "the plumber" but instead during this game.... i feel like an electrician.
FRIED.

Don't wanna eat, don't wanna drink. Think of my angel dust and i wanna feel. But she'd rather have a drink this time i need her. So instead i look at the floor, there again i see my friend.

Afraid of tile. Scared to close my eyes. The cast is here. We're so fucking high. Guava's got the horns and he's scary. But we're still alive. So i'll stop complaining.
Track Name: Channel Surf
Did some time with the basic. In fact was raised by it. Knew not of this future hell, could not perceive this shit. But once i smelled it's stench and found i'd be permitted, i tore it all, smiled wide, dove right in it.

Surfed through time, thought i was great. On a particular channel i found hate. Hate for myself i feel it now. Ask myself why and how...... Could i've given up that show? For "premium" channels. FUCK! Why'd i do so?? I flip the shit and switch to the basic. Search for my show, find it, fucking feel sick. I've missed many seasons. The time has passed. Brand new show. A brand new cast.

Many channels, different shows, stinky bitches, nasty hoes. Shorter seasons, evil plots, so quickly boring they had got. With none of them i could relate. Unrealized, she was my soulmate. All the episodes i had missed. The things i'd give to replay that past kiss.

Missed many seasons, the time has passed. Brand new show, a brand new cast.
Track Name: Thumping Sister
Ask for a quick answer, get a fucking chapter. ask for an answer, get the wrong chapter. now ask for a chapter, get no answer. get no answer, nor your fucking rapture.

just need..... an answer.

you had me then you lost me. you had me, then you lost me! you had me with what you were saying...... then you said something else.

you never touched a drug, you stuck a finger in sex. you smelled some fucking nails you never had an ex. when offered a mortal look of sense, you feel for your god.

your god. OUR god.

nothing else, nothing else. never spoken is anything else. now tell me this 'cause you were there? wow! peace you find. no hurt you want. but as stubborn as i am. NO, not here. not now...
tell me another story, be an occasional chat. something nice my friend. i'd undertsand better there then. 'cause as of now are you loca? obsessed with a story? or will you float high? are u fucking high? will i float gone down south? cuz down there, down here. everything floats.

listen......... listen to a 25 year young child. is the innocence true? or must you know what you're against? as much as loved the innocence. fuck it! why? 'cause i'm.... he... is jealous. and that's where the love for it is. 'cause we wish we could go back again...

Ask for a quick answer, get a fucking chapter. ask for an answer, get the wrong chapter. now ask for a chapter, get no answer. get no answer, nor your Stupid rapture.
Track Name: Can You Wish It Sucka?
I wish i was skinny. i wish i was taller. I wish i could sing. I wish my satan would just dance. I wish we'd all stop!
I wish quinn's penguinn would play a reunion show. I wish i never worked at the funeral home. I wish colt's mom was tighter. I wish i was married to julious jive. Nothing against rori, but fuck off honey. Jive is mine....... I wish.

This wish, that wish, every wish that i wish, is so farfetched, can't have them. That's why so much more, i want them.

Wish i was a girl. Wish i was dead. Wish to not be "fugg life". Wish i would shut the fuck up... Wish i was sober. Wish i was fucked up. Wish i was a father, NOT THIS PUNK!!

I wish to not be jekyll. I wish to not be hyde. I wish i'd of done acid with caroline. I wish the real smashing pumpkins got back together. I wish to cut an album with daniel johnston. I wish to have a 3some with sonny and cher....... No scratch that, sam elliot and cher from "mask". I wish we were as good as The Coltranes, or crisis arm, or California bleeding. I wish homophobic men would try cum. I wish i could seduce a nun.

This wish, that wish, every wish that i wish, is so farfetched, can't have them. That's why so much more.... Fuck them.

Wish mom took the pill. Wish i knew god. Wish i was black like Booker T and had a big rod. Wish this all was over. So ya'll could go. Wish she was alive......

I wish i had no fucking gaps in my teeth, i wish i wasn't a 2 pump chump like anthony. I wish my tit's weren't bigger than yours. I wish i could lick your corpse. I wish this song sounded nothing like i am, or lyric wise a rip off of pj's wishlist. I wish we could get out of hemet. I wish jamie wasn't dead. We miss our fucking friend. We loved our fucking friend! I wish jamie wasn't dead. I WISH JAMIE WASN'T DEAD!!!!