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    The first disc, 10 tracks, of the first true Twinklefucker album. All of these were made improvisationally in one November night in 2009. Effort is a relative term. Enjoy? :)

     

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The first disc, 10 tracks, of the first true Twinklefucker album. All of these were made improvisationally in one November night in 2009. Effort is a relative term. Enjoy? :)

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released April 22, 2010

Guitar played by Twinklefucker. Vocals done by Twinklefucker. Thumb piano by Twinklefucker. Dogs barking by dogs, organized into a rhythm by Twinklefucker. Harmonica by Twinklefucker. Everything else by Twinklefucker.

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Track Name: Introduction...
Nothing is what it seems.
Track Name: Dawg!
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg!
I'm I'm not sure! (I'm)
I'm not sure!
Living in a tent, (living in a tent)
Living in a tent in the backyard
Monkeys in the parlour

I don't know...
Where my head is at...!

Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg!
I'm I'm not sure! (I'm)
I'm not sure!
Living in a tent, (living in a tent)
Living in a tent in the backyard
Monkeys in the parlour...
Monkeys in the parlour...

I have no idea.
I have no remorse.
Where is my head?
Where is my... brain?

Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg!Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg! (Dawg!)
Dawg!
I'm I'm not sure! (I'm)
I'm not sure!
Dawg, (living in a tent)
Dawg, (Living in a tent in the backyard)
Monkeys in the parlour...
Too many monkeys in the parlour...!
Dawg...
Dawg...
Dawg...
Dawg...
Dawg...
Dawg?
I'm... I'm not sure!
I'm... I'm not sure!
I don't know where my head is...
Where is my heaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAaa-
Woof.
Track Name: Dialing Up Your 411
Give me lined paper and I'll
Draw you a picture and I'll
Throw it away so you don't have to bother

Give me your number and I'll
Give you a better one to call
Can finally get away..
(From it all)

Dialing up your 411, dialing up your 411
Trying to figure out what you're about
Dialing up your 411, dialing up your 411
Trying to figure out what's going on...
(with you)

Make me a sandwich and I'll
Get eaten and I hope I
Taste better than the dirt I came from
Make me a superhero
I'll send him to Ground Zero
So he can take the pain away...
(from you)

Dialing up your 411, dialing up your 411
Trying to figure out what you're about
Dialing up your 411, dialing up your 411
Trying to figure out what's going on
Dialing up your 411, dialing up your 411
Trying to figure out what you're about
Dialing up your 411, dialing up your 411
Trying to figure out...

What side you're on.
Track Name: Angry at the World!!
Angry! (Bleah!)
Angry at the world! (Bleah!!)
Angry at the world!!
I'm freakin' angry! (Bleah!!)
Yeah.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Hey!
Hey!
Oi, oi! (Hey, hey!)
I'm angry at the world!
Angry at the world!
Angry at the world!
Angry at the...

Anger!
I hate stuff, I hate you, I hate!
Anger!
I hate stuff, I hate you, oi, oi, oi!
Bunnies!
I hate stuff, I hate you, I hate!
Fuck!
I hate the world!!!
I hate the world!!!!!!
I'm angry at the fucking world!!!!!!!!!
Angry at the world! Angry!
Angry! Angry! Angry at the world!!!!!!! Yeeeeah.

Solo.

Hey.

Hey.

Deetaleet. Deetaleet.
Doooooooooooooeeeeeeeeooo.
Track Name: Full of Shit (I'm Out of It) AKA The Rip-Off Song
If I seem like I'm out of it,
It's cause I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
If I seem like I'm full of shit,
It's 'cause I am, and I don't care.

And I'll walk myself right out the door.
You won't have to listen to me anymore. (As if you were.)
And I'll walk myself right out that fucking door.
And you won't have to listen.
And you won't have to listen to meeeee.

If I seem like I'm out of it,
It's 'cause I don't remember why I'm sitting here.
With my guitar tucked in my hand.
Man, I'm singin' like I've got something to hide.
But I really just don't have much to ask of you anyway, anymore.
I don't need to write it out.
I don't need to ride it out.
I'll just shout until my lungs give waaaaaaaaay.

If you think I'm out of it,
You've never seen me on a good day before.
If you think I'm full of shit,
You're right... but I don't give a shit anyway!
Ayeyayeayeay.

And I don't want to write this down.
I'll play it to the ground.
Drown out all the sound with the sound of my
Noise is all I know anymore.
People are just a waste of time.

If I seem out of it,
It's 'cause I am.
And I don't know just what to say to you,
To get my message through.
There's not much I have left to say;
Not much I have left to do.
There's not much I have left to say to you.
I've got one thing still to say to you.
Just let me through your open door.

If I seem out of it,
It's 'cause I am.
If I seem full of shit,
Well that's okay, 'cause I...
Still got my...
Still got my...
Still get by...
Still got my geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaayayayayaya!
Eeh.

That fucking sucked.
Track Name: Twinklefucker (Acoustic Version)
They call me Twinklefucker
'Cause I got starlight in my eyes.
They call me the king
Of nothing at all.
I'm good at one thing;
That's sitting on my ass.

And I act like I know everything.
And I pretend I have everyone...
Sitting in my grasp.

They call me..
A lot of shit, but...
Who are they?
They're in my head.
Wishing I was dead.
Hoping I'll be soon.
So they won't have to deal with me anymore.

As if I'm that much of a pain.
I sometimes wonder...
Is it that much of a pain?
To be the king of everything?
To hold the world in your palm?
To see the light of day and the fall of night,
As if you were never wrong?

To know the universe, and everything?
And what it means to know, in everything?
But I don't really bother anymore,
Trying to know.
Trying to go home.

Go home.

Go home!

Go home...

You're not welcome anymore.
Track Name: Weird Blues Pt. 1
Ain't got nuttin' to be singin' the blues about.
My life is good; got a wife and kids.
Surprisingly.
Yaeh.

My life is good;
Ain't got nuttin' to be singin' the blues about.
My life is good!
Ain't got nuttin' to be singin' the blues about.
I got three toes, still!
From the waaahr!
Track Name: Weird Blues Pt. 2
Some people call this weeeeeeeird blues.
And you know what I say!?
Hell yeah it is!
Gimme some of that weird blues!
Step on over here so I can...
Pat ya on the head.

Everybody needs their weird blues.
At least I do...ez.
Oh, I'm making a funny face!
Listen to this guitar bendin'!
Yeah, bend guitar!
I'm the king of the blues! I don't need you!

Oh shit, I got a cold.
I got somethin' to sing the blues about now.
I'm sick.
Bitch.

(I don't get blues. Seriously.)
Track Name: Permanent Waves
It's too early.
What the fuck am I doing up?
I'm so sleepy.
But I can't get any rest.
Maybe it's for the best.
'Cept my playing's going to shit.
And I'm falling a bit...
I don't care.
Not like anyone's listened this far anyway.
Unless they are my girlfriend.
In which case...
Hi.
Or somebody else just as crazy.
But I doubt such a person exists.
And if they do...
I don't see how I missed them.

Oh well.

It's too early.
What the fuck am I doing up?
Fucking up this song.

And I'm too tired to play my guitar, so I'm gonna stop.

Right about now.