SONGS OF 

EXPIRED SENSE


PARODY OF SONGS OF EXPERIENCE


LUNCH ­IS ­ALL ­WE ­HAVE ­LEFT

LYTES ­OF ­HOME

YOU'RE ­DEAD ­TESTING ­A ­BAD ­MEAL

GET ­OUT ­WITH ­YOUR LAWN ­SPRAY

AMERICAN ­SOLE

SUMMONER ­OF ­BRUNCH

BREAD ­BAG ­FRAY

THE ­SOUGHMAN

(LITTLE ­MORE ­WEATHER)

THE ­LITTLE ­THINGS

THAT ­BLOCK ­YOUR ­AIRWAY

BRANDLADY

THE ­COOKOUT

LUNCH ­IS ­BIGGER WHEN

EVERYTHING’S­ ­SPLIT­ ­FOUR ­WAYS

13 LBS. ­(THERE ­IS A PLIGHT)


DECEMBER 2017

Part two of a two-part duology, SONGS OF EXPIRED SENSE continued the band's narrative—this time with a focus on throwing shit out that's gone bad or recycling, a theme figuring heavily into the songs themselves. The album was heavily featured in the following THE EXPIRED SENSE AND DINNER SENSE TOUR.

LUNCH IS ALL

WE HAVE LEFT


PARODY OF LOVE IS ALL WE HAVE LEFT


Nothing to stop you

Being the best customer ever

Nothing to keep you

From where you should eat

You wanted the world

And you know better

But all that we have

Is ephemerality


Lunch

And lunch is all we have left

I emphasize

There’s no breakfast

Lunch is all we have left


Lunch

And lunch is all we have left

You argue

Cuz you can't accept

That lunch is all we have left


Now you're mad and

Pressing send on the telephone

Seven billion shares sympathize

So many shares

So many crazies agreeing

Hey, it’s a strange time, man

To be alive

Lunch

And lunch is all we have left

I emphasize

There’s no breakfast

And lunch is all we have left


Lunch

And lunch is all we have left

The only thing to do is accept

Lunch is all we have left


TRACK 1


LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

LYTES OF HOME


PARODY OF LIGHTS OF HOME

I find myself here

Cuz I dropped near dead

I can't drink the lytes in front of me

I've received

Some bed rest and some meds

I can't drink the lytes in front of me

Oh, Jesus!

What this swill'll portend?!

What's that smell?!

Get that the hell away from me!

I've got to get out back to my 'stead

To feel alright

I've lytes I've made, you see


Hey!

I've been making mine homemade

A long time!


Hey now

I don't know brand names

Hey now

Don't care...

Foregoing

When lytes must get

I prefer my supplies

I mean it

The lytes of home

The lytes of home


I must warn you

I'll scream up sounds

I can't drink the lytes in front of me

I've plots with beds

Of herbs in the ground

I can't drink the lytes in front of me

Once more:

Shush!

And I won't warn again!

Once more:

Load me with

A glassful of my blend

Laws and statutes

Say my mason jars

By right

Lytes I want for me


Hey now

I don't know brand names

Hey now

Don't care...

Foregoing

When lytes must get

I prefer my supplies

I mean it

The lytes of home

The lytes of home


Hey now

I don't know brand names

Hey now

Don't care...

Foregoing

When lytes must get

I prefer my supplies

I mean it

My supplies I own

I need the lytes of home


Made yourself

Not 'off the shelf'

If only you would see yourself

If only you could

Made yourself

Not 'off the shelf'

If only you would

Made yourself

Not 'off the shelf'

If only you would see yourself

If only you could

Made yourself

Not 'off the shelf'

If only you could see yourself

If only you could see


TRACK 2


SINGLE RELEASED APRIL 2018

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW, ALANA HAM, DANIELLE HAM,

ESTE HAM, CEREAL RECHTSHAID


­YOU'RE DEAD 

TESTING 

A BAD MEAL


PARODY OF YOU’RE THE BEST THING ABOUT ME


When the cook's a hood

Wolf's Bane has laced the king's bowl

When outlook’s not good

It's maybe not poison that's slow


When you've hurled for hours

But to hurl is not your kind of thing

Soon you're shitting drawers

Knights stir as you’re vanishing


Oh, the queen is gruff

You know decorum is breached

Place filled fast enough

One takes up your stead

As death's reached


You're dead testing a bad meal

The tasting uncovers often a ploy

You're dead testing a bad meal

You're the kind of simple serf

Kings employ


You're dead testing a bad meal

The tasting stars meekly hoi polloi

You're dead testing a bad meal

Dead testing a bad meal


You've been plying doubt

How bad do we begrimed eat?

Scouting with your mouth

That's another plate the King can now eat

You brave everything

But the meal hikes certain pitfalls

It's a risky thing

For a man to determine what's foul


You're dead testing a bad meal

The tasting uncovers

Often a ploy

You're dead testing a bad meal

You're the kind of

Simple serf Kings employ

You're dead testing a bad meal

The tasting stars

Meekly hoi polloi

You're dead testing a bad meal


Why aren't I...

Why aren't I walking away?

Why aren't I walking away?!


You can eat it all so merrily

You can eat what the king can't eat

You can eat and drink

Die proudly

When kings need your obediency


You're dead testing a bad meal

The tasting stars meekly hoi polloi

You're dead testing a bad meal


Why aren't I...

Why aren't I walking away?

Why aren't I walking away?!


TRACK 3


SINGLE RELEASED SEPTEMBER 2017

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW



GET OUT THERE 

WITH LAWN SPRAY


PARODY OF GET OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY


Get out there with lawn spray

Ahh, ah...

Get out there with lawn spray

Ahh, ah...


Love dirt

Now your whole world

Is sifting through herbs

Your heart it communes

With plants that thirst

You've dozens of these spray guns

Thrust a pin

Begin

Go watering...


Subsistence

Lavender's got the blight

From a pestilence

The rosemary has armies

Of day shift ants

The asparagus

The watercress

A mist assists

Garden subsist, oh...


Get out there with lawn spray

Ahh, ah...

Get out there with lawn spray

Ahh, ah...


I can bring it to spew all night...all night

If I could I'd make bryophytes...tracheophytes

Nothing's sopping through

Except these endives

I'd automate

But I'm a luddite...luddite


Out back

I rake shit lyin' down

I've got to weed whack

I face the lemon tree

I'm starting to axe

It had a lifespan

Until it got wracked by a drought

And it all went south

Like pumpkins

The chives are looking

For someone to feed 'em

The forecaster:

"Looking like some chance of rain's slim"

With modest hands I pare

For those that need it most

And L. Brown's ghost said:


“Get out there with lawn spray

Ahh, ah...

Get out there with lawn spray

Ahh, ah...”


I can bring it to spew all night...all night

If I could I'd make bryophytes...tracheophytes

Nothing's sopping through

Except these endives

I'd automate

But I'm a luddite...luddite


Get out there with lawn spray

Get out there with lawn spray

Get out there with lawn spray

Get out there with lawn spray

Get out there with lawn spray


“Blessed are the sediment

For there is the erosion of human activity

For with a farming license that lends rights

We plunder land better

And sown in some patty pans

Blessed is this one dipswitch

For he has only truly grown

Not what's caraway...

But dogbane!"


TRACK 4


SINGLE RELEASED DECEMBER 2017

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

SPOKEN WORD BY CHIKENDRICK LAMAR

AMERICAN SOLE


PARODY OF AMERICAN SOUL


"Dressed are the Bullheads

For one day kids'll have to

Clean it up themselves

Dressed are the Livebearers

For the youth: knives are awkward..."


I know a place

It's countryside with a campground

Becomes a base

It's close to hook around

Hook around

Around

Hook around

It's a sound

Hook around

Hook around

It's a sound


I know a place

This country is to seize a spot

That offers chase

For a very humdrum flatfish sought


You have...fishing pole!

You and I have...fishing poles!

You have...fishing pole!

We came here looking

For American Sole


I know a place

This ain't a stream the whole world owns

This chill swim space

That Soleidae still call their home


Hold on...saw their spawn!

So many minors sleeping

Hold on...saw their spawn!

It's those in stream

We will be reaping


You have...fishing pole!

You and I have...fishing poles!

You have...fishing pole!

We came here looking

For American Sole

American...

American...


Put your hands in the air

Hold up lil guy

Could be underweight

But we still gotta size

There's bestowment of a knife

When a sole will lie

Skin your portion

Fin- and scale-free

Which then you leave to dry...

To dry...

There's a flawlessness

That's part of every good clean

It's not all extraction

There's an artistry

Ascend from the stream

Let's start a good meal!

Let us eat crudity

Let us eat jejunity

For Japanese-like sashimi

A country's food relieves us

Will you be my culinary

Sushi-Jesus?!


You have...fishing pole!

You and I have...fishing poles!

You have...fishing pole!

We came here looking

For American Sole


You have...fishing pole!

You and I have...fishing poles!

You have...fishing pole!

We came here looking

For American Sole

American sole

American sole


TRACK 5


SINGLE RELEASED NOVEMBER 2017

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

SPOKEN WORD BY CHIKENDRICK LAMAR

­SUMMONER OF

BRUNCH


PARODY OF SUMMER OF LOVE

Your figure doesn't want food

Nor pants do

But Quiche is persuading

A buffet from this chosen place

Embrace


They feature Soup du Jour

Its pitchers of Mimosas flowing

And no bad waiters—”do nothings”

They're pros

It shows


I’ve been thinking ‘bout the French Toast

Got to try one of those Bizcochos

Biscuits are spiking my blood glucose

And then perchance Huevos Rancheros

For a summoner of brunch

A summoner of brunch


Feasting

We're eating

Exceeding

Got all we need

From quick bread to saucy fare

When a summoner succumbs

They are done


I’ve been thinking ‘bout the French Toast

Got to try some of their Chorizos

Poached Salmon that is served cold

When you test pants with Egg Burritos

You're a summoner of brunch

Summoner of brunch


Oh, and when all is tossed

When all is tossed

Like rinds and Crêpe remains

Oh, there's some coffee discussed

For some it's sugar

For some it's plain


I’ve been thinking ‘bout the French Toast

Ought to try their Brunch Casserole

Were I able there's Potatoes

Our consuming requires loose clothes

For a summoner of brunch

Summoner of brunch


TRACK 6


SINGLE RELEASED AUGUST 2018

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

BREAD BAG FRAY


PARODY OF RED FLAG DAY

I have made off with all that I've laid out

But afraid I'm confusin' you

Loaf you're seizin'

List your reasons

That you seem intent on getting through


I…I can see your body shaking

I…I will eat while you list

How I'm mistaken


Baby, it's a bread bag fray

Maybe let's not get all bothered

Take it out then I save

Where sleeve's just tucked to store


Maybe it's a bread bag fray

Bread bag fray

Baby, let go of this fervour

Crazy eyes on your face

Bread bag fray

I can't see why you're sore

Bread bag fray

Bread bag fray


I'm done sealing

Oh, shit!

Panic feeling!

Sighs that soon I hear

You say you're just ignored

With me dismayed with what I hear


I…I can see your body shaking

I…I will eat while you list

How I'm mistaken


Baby, it's a bread bag fray

Maybe let's not get all bothered

Take it out then I save

Where sleeve's

Just tucked to store


Maybe it's a bread bag fray

Bread bag fray

Baby, let go of this fervour

Crazy eyes on your face

Bread bag fray

I can't see why you're sore

Bread bag fray

Baby, it's a bread bag fray

Bread bag fray


Not even used today

So many ties you did see last night

But curse word you let free

Can't say is..no, no, no, no


Baby, it's a bread bag fray

Baby, it's a bread bag fray

Bread bag fray

Bread bag fray

Maybe let's not get all bothered


TRACK 7


LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

THE SOUGHMAN

(LITTLE MORE WEATHER)


PARODY OF THE SHOWMAN

(LITTLE MORE BETTER)

Snap peas dying

Cuz there's corn next wing

Sprinklers by near everything

Fill up seed layed ground

Drawing from a spring

So you'll grow what you grow


Stalks start to loom over survey stakes

If they're all brittle

They'll snap when wind shakes

And there's a level of shadow

That you just can't take

So you'll grow what you grow


Oh, you've hectares

And you've pro plowshares!


You think outlook's so good?

A little more weather!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!

Looks so good? 

That Almanac says soon!

Looks so good? 

Just a little more...little pour!


You know you're rising at sunlight

Farm guys ain't stayin’ up all night  


Your outlook's so good?

A little more wetter!

Looks so good?

A little more...


It's peanuts this biz

But it's got you some greens

This Roundup stuff

Is the stuff of schemes

You've got just enough

From seed saving means

To get you what you want to grow


The soughman

Gives you artichoke hearts

The soughman

Prays that tax breaks will start

Making sure vegetables are spaced far apart

Is just a smart thing to know

Oh, you've hectares

And you've pro plowshares!


You think outlook's so good?

A little more weather!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!

Looks so good?

That Almanac says soon!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!


You're rising at sunlight

Farm guys aren't staying up all night


Supply us with pumpkins

You've got to greet dawn

Still you make it

Through the growing season


You think outlook's so good?

A little more weather!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!

Looks so good?

That Almanac says soon!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!


You think outlook's so good?

A little more wetter!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!

Looks so good?

That Almanac says soon!

Looks so good?

Just a little more...little pour!


TRACK 8


LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

THE LITTLE THINGS

THAT BLOCK 

YOUR AIRWAY


PARODY OF THE LITTLE THINGS THAT GIVE YOU AWAY


The bite of a Ding Dong

Has fright in you turned on

It's blocked route in your throat

While you just longed for air

As wheezy as you breathe

Peach part from Cantonese

Is it only me who sees

There's something wrong here?!


Oh, la, la, la…

You're not yet toast now

I can help you

You need the Heimlich


It's the little things that block your airway

At worst: asphyxiate

You sign out a May Day


I saw you eye those squares

Asymptote to your welfare

That's cause you were balking at me

You'd not eat three

You were high above the norm

A cellophane being torn

But you succumb

Eyes crossed with urgency


It's the little things that block your airway

The words you cannot say

You sign out a May Day

It's the little things like peas and fillet

Dialed the number now

Help'll come on its way

Yeah, it's the little things

The little things that block your airway


Sometimes

You can't receive some assistance

When you're gone too much distance

No help can be supplied

Sometimes

One's airway's so fractious


All they've got is cyanosis

And due to an incidence has died

Sometimes


Sometimes

Fruitcake pay for without warning

Where once what's harmless is harming

"Are you covered?", I ask here


Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

You're full of clangor and heaving

So far away from receiving

That anyone who’d help appears


Sometimes

The end's unbecoming

You've shit plumbing

The end is here

Sometimes


Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

When the trachea's in tatters

And the only thing that matters

Is you can get a volunteer

Sometimes

The end is not coming

It’s not coming

The end is here

Sometimes


TRACK 9


LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

BRAND LADY


PARODY OF LANDLADY

­­­Home

The store is where I live

Til you bring me home

And when they hard sell things

They sell her only marquee

I ask you:

How she’d know quality?


Barcode

Barcode without a turn

And if there was

Barcode to be scanned wrong

What sheeps to branding I’m eschewed

In my view

I can be her brand, too


The brandlady

Takes only pricy fare

I know...

I know I ain’t got a prayer

The brandlady

Chose things with far more flair

I’m nameless

Baitless when attention’s there

And she’ll never go

Never go for saving thirty cents

Even when she is broke

She’d not choose

To reappraise my torment


Taste

Her tastes are redound

With marketing grace

And when she’s coming ‘round

I know she ignores packs of me

She whispers,

“Don’t choose what’s cheap!”


The brandlady

Takes only pricy fare

I know...

I know I ain’t got a prayer

The brandlady

Chose things with far more flair

I’m nameless

Baitless when attention’s there

And she’ll never go

Never go for saving thirty cents

Even when she is broke

She’d not choose

To reappraise my torment


Every saved buck folks need

Every strong cutthroat plea

Every coupon stoked deal

Was to give false hope to me

Every stroll through Aisle 3

Every cart that crept me

Can’t change her mind that rejects me

Won’t cut me slack, that shrew!

Every fancy notion

Every sales promotion

How unswerving her devotion

Advertisizing has her all confused

Every feat of exclusion

Every brand illusion

Underpins her not choosing

Us generic products, too


TRACK 10


LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

THE COOKOUT


PARODY OF THE BLACKOUT

A dinner for under a hundred bucks

Of meat worth, yeah?

A meatier checklist?

It's totes gonna hurt, yeah

Huge steaks

Always need to be grain fed, Fred

Those crab cakes

Maybe we should find something instead, Ned


When Urbanites go out

And they throw themselves a rout

In the wilderness where they yearn to eat

When Urbanites go out

Haunts with preferred routes

Urbanites who want to 'really be'


Go easy on meat

Easy on meat, brother

Go easy on meat

Easy on meat now


Peruse all

Meatology is not for a hack, Jack

We have it all

And what we have:

Coolers strapped to the rack, Zach

A big mouth helps the people

Eat all they want to eat: care-free

The Cookout

Is this an invitation event R.S.V.P.?


Go easy on meat

Easy on meat, brother

Go easy on meat

Easy on meat now


When Urbanites go out

And they throw themselves a rout

In the wilderness

Where they yearn to eat

When Urbanites go out

Haunts with preferred routes

Urbanites who want to 'really be'


When Urbanites go out

Ah...ah...oh...oh

When Urbanites go out

Ah...ah...oh...oh


Cookout

Loud cheers

Police car will appear

Cookout

Grab beer

So sad that we must run from here

Here!


When Urbanites go out

When Urbanites go out

When Urbanites go out


When Urbanites go out

And they throw themselves a rout

In the wilderness

Where they yearn to eat

When Urbanites go out

Haunts with preferred routes

Urbanites who want to 'really be'


Ah...ah...oh...oh

When Urbanites go out

Ah...ah...oh...oh

When Urbanites go out

When Urbanites go out

When Urbanites go out


When Urbanites go out

Ah...ah...oh...oh

When Urbanites go out

Ah...ah...oh...oh

When Urbanites go out

When Urbanites go out

When Urbanites go out


TRACK 11


SINGLE RELEASED NOVEMBER 2017

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

LUNCH IS BIGGER 

WHEN EVERYTHING'S 

SPLIT FOUR WAYS


PARODY OF LOVE IS BIGGER

THAN ANYTHING IN ITS WAY

Pay for the chicken you went through

And make good on the Dim Sum, too

Cuz the math that's made by you

Has us balking

Start squinting and drop warnings


Oh, if you were here by yourself

You'd defray

Oh, lunch is bigger

When everything's split four ways


Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh

Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh


So stung

To pay one third of your own con

You know the rage in us is strong

Right the world and admit you're wrong

To add another

Big ring of shrimp and lobster


Oh, if you were here by yourself

You'd defray

Oh, lunch is bigger

When everything's

Split four ways


Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh

Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh – oh


If the food might need you

Vying us to pay

Oh, wring your hands

Let your hands be wrung

If we're listing:

Your ten beers' the lion's share

When you drink just one

No need for guns


Lunch...is bigger...

When every...thing's

Split four ways

Lunch...is bigger...

When every...thing's

Split four ways

Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh

Lunch...is bigger...

When every...thing's

Split four ways


Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh

Oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh


TRACK 12


SINGLE RELEASED APRIL 2018

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

13 LBS.

(THERE IS A PLIGHT)


PARODY OF 13 (THERE IS A LIGHT)

­And if the terror of the sight

Of seeing your bum sideways

And it heralds some

Feelings again that is gloom

Hard is diligence

From habituation

You know catharsis

From ways rather than eating right


There is a 'light you'

Can't always see

And there is a girl

Who won't always eat

And there you embark

On a daily workout

And pare appetite

Don't always eat out


When the ice cream is out

And you eat a chuck wagon, stale

And the chips are old

But eat anyway

When you are left believing

That all you're not achieving

Is cuz all you know is ceding


There is a 'light you'

Can't always see

And there is a girl

Who won't always eat

And there you embark

On a daily workout

And pare appetite

Don't always eat out


Cause these are Ding-Dongs

Ding-Dongs for someone

Someone weighty


I know some girls succumb

But you don't have to cheat

You've got depression

That is piled on you

And more you grieve

Are you stuff yourself with pork rinds

Do you know your heart

Regresses fatter a pound out of spite?

Hold on, hold on


There is a 'light you'

Can't always see

And there is a girl

Who won't always eat

And there you embark

On a daily workout

And pare appetite

Don't always eat out

Cause these are Ding-Dongs

Ding-Dongs for someone

Someone weighty

Ding-Dongs for someone

Someone weighty

Someone weighty

Someone weighty


TRACK 13


LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW