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Snails and worms
01:48
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C Am F G
You’re just a little piece of garbage
In an everexpanding universe
And you are right
You will never be enough
And just imagine if you were
What kind of an absurd scary power trip is that?
Keep being nice
To neighbors, plants and bees and mice
Let useless weeds grow in your garden
Not just the tasty fruits you like
Ride your bike everywhere
And when the rain is pouring down
Save worms from pools on the ground
So they don’t drown
And they can dig new holes
Because worms think holes are really cool
And you are cool too
For helping them out
Now you are connected
And keep connecting
With people all around this planet
We live in the future
And there’s nothing we can’t do
But we can’t do it alone
One day you will be buried in a hole
And worms will eat your face
And your face will be the soil again
And from the soil will grow a little flower
A snail will eat that flower
And a rat will eat that snail
And a cat will eat that rat
And a car will kill that cat later in the afternoon
Because not everyone rides a bike
And maybe we are doomed
Maybe we are doomed
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I'm your avocado man
02:49
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CAPO ?
C F G C
Sunshine on my balcony sunshine in me
birds singing from the treetops making me happy
make a proper income can afford a yellow shirt
go out dancing on a friday family vacation by the coast
paying with my credit card
get a haircut if I like
someones begging outside the grocery store
I ride there on my bike
Am Am F G
hello hello
what would jesus do?
would he buy cheerios when someone can’t afford food
no what kind of person am I?
I’m your avocado man
C F G C
when I was young I was so sure about myself
I played folkpunk and screamed at my friends
But what would our anarchist community do
the moment some fascists just armed themselves
I don’t know
I buy tacos for friday, I take a run in the woods
read about power yoga sometimes I don’t know what to do
F G C
what’s it all about man?
Do you have a plan ’cause apparently I dont’ know shit
shitfuck, shitfuck me
F G C
what’s it all about man?
does anybody have a plan?
people don’t seem to bother but I try to bother you
I’m your avocado man
F G C Am
See you on the flip side
See you when you come down here
tumbling falling helplessly into my arms
smash into the ground, Im your avocado man
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C am F G
These cars can ride the highways all night
and these thoughts can spin forever through my mind
I don't know what it is they hope to find
so I roam these streets at night looking for a sign
and looking at the moon
remembering your eyes shining
I would feel less alone if I knew you were looking up there too
and so I text you, to try to tell you how I feel
but when you don't text me back I know exactly what is real
and I start to run just to chase the beating of my own heart
and I wrote this song to fill the space that could have been ours
and tonight I'm drinking wine
it's all because of you
my brain is twined, tangled, fucked
I just don't know what to do with myself
and now I wish you were here
I wish you were my beer
I wish you were a piece of fucking paper
so I could smoke you and get sick from you
and you'd be growing inside of me 'til I die
and when I said you were a part of me I wouldn't lie
and I start to run just to chase the beating of my own heart
and I wrote this song to fill the space that could have been ours
The city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the hospitals fill
the madhouses fill
the graveyards fill
but nothing else fills
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Jonas Selander Gothenburg, Sweden
I’m Jonas and I write songs.
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