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