1. pardon me (acoustic)
2. stellar (acoustic)
3. make yourself (acoustic)
4. crowded elevator
5. favorite things (live)
6. pardon me (live)

pardon me: a decade ago i never thought i would be, at twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion, woe-is-me. but i guess that it comes with the territory, an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. i need you to hear, i need you to see. that i have had all i can take, and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. so pardon me while i burst into flames, i've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games, so pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame. pardon me, pardon me, i'll never be the same. not two days ago i was having a look in a book and i saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. i said, "i can relate," cause' lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-d. and thinking so much differently. so pardon me while i burst into flames, i've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. so pardon me while i burn and rise above the flame, pardon me, pardon me, i'll never be the same

stellar: meet me in outer space. we could spend the night watch the earth come up. i've grown tired of that place, won't you come with me? we could start again. how do you do it? make me feel like i do. how do you do it? it's better than i ever knew. meet me in outer space, i will hold you close if you're afraid of heights. i need you to see this place it might be the only way that i can show you how it feels to be inside of you. how do you do it? make me feel like i do. how do you do it? it's better than i ever knew. you are stellar

make yourself: if i hadn't made me, i would've been made somehow. if i hadn't assembled myself, i'dve fallen apart by now. if i hadn't made me, i'd be more inclined to bow, powers that be would have swallowed me up but that's more than i can allow. if you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache. at a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. if you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay. but rest assured they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey. you should make amends with you, if only for better health. but if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself? if i hadn't made me, i'dve fallen apart by now. i won't let em' make me, it's more than i can allow. so when i make me i won't be papier-mache. and if i fuck me, i'll fuck me in my own way. you should make amends with you, if only for better health. but if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself? make yourself

favorite things: i'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty and i know everything you hate in me, fill me up with over-pious badgerings to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things. remember all the lessons fed to me? me the young sponge, so ready to agree, years have gone, i recognize the walking dead, now aware that i'm alive and way ahead, too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things and i'm so happy. i see you looking, i know that you're thinking that i'll never go anywhere, the things that i've done and the things, that i've seen, i don't really expect you to care

pardon me: a decade ago i never thought i would be, at twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion, woe-is-me. but i guess that it comes with the territory, an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. i need you to hear, i need you to see. that i have had all i can take, and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. so pardon me while i burst into flames, i've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games, so pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame. pardon me, pardon me, i'll never be the same. not two days ago i was having a look in a book and i saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. i said, "i can relate," cause' lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-d. and thinking so much differently. so pardon me while i burst into flames, i've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. so pardon me while i burn and rise above the flame, pardon me, pardon me, i'll never be the same