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spoken:
“Hey.”
spoken:
“A lot of work goes into a musicless album campaign. You have to have the musicless tracks organized into an album. You have to have a cover. Then you have to have a first single, with B-sides, and its own cover.”
spoken:
“I feel like I have so much to say on ‘Blankets,’ I’m just going to ruin it. Have I ruined a song before with overstuff?”
spoken:
“You tell me.”
Haven’t heard from you in a couple of months
But I’m out right now and I’m all fucked up
And you’re readin’ my tome
You’re all alone
And I’m sen-sing some undertone
And I’m right here with all my friends
But you’re sending me your new address
And I know we’re done
“I know we’re through”
But God—when I look at you
My heart goes—ah, ah-ah-ah (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah…)
“Justice for all”—ah, ah-ah-ah (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
(“Justice wants peace for all”) ’cause God—God—God
(God, God, God, God, God, God) (“should probably”)
I should probably, probably not
I should probably, probably not
Seein’ God tonight
It’s a bad idea right?
Seein’ God tonight
It’s a bad idea right?
Seein’ God tonight
It’s a bad idea right?
Seein’ God tonight
spoken:
“Fuck it, it’s fine.”
Yes, I know that “God is dead”
But can’t a prophet resurrect?
You only see me as a friend
(“The biggest lie I ever said”)
Oh yes, I know that “God is dead”
But can’t a prophet resurrect?
You only see me as a friend
(“I just tripped and fell into your head”)
spoken:
“What’s the difference between ‘Christic’ and ‘Colsonic’? That’s what all the theologians will try to tell you ASAP.”
spoken:
“You certainly seem to have a bit of a rebellious flavor with both. Hmm. It’d be colsonic to call that pepsi.”
spoken:
“Make Colson Lin mad by showing him human existence itself at its most preposterously cruel-hearted you could possibly use your nightmarish imagination to imagine—then multiply that cruelty by a factor of 1 trillion. Colson Lin’s response? ‘Fuck it, it’s—’”
spoken:
“Christ finished the Sermon on the Mount, am I correct to remember from memory? Good. Then even He knew, ‘You gotta give ’em God but wrap it up. You can’t talk all day.’ My songs try to end within 5 chorus repeats at most.”
Now I’m gettin’ in the car, wreckin’ all my plans
I know I should stop—but I can’t
And I told my friends that I’m-a ghost
But I never said how (in “Holy Sheets”)
And I form into an X over Illinois
And you’re stammerin’, “But you’re just a boy”
And I’m sure I’ve seen much sadder men
But I really can’t remember when
My heart goes—ah, ah-ah-ah (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah…)
“Mercy for all”—ah, ah-ah-ah (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
(“Mercy wants peace for all”) ’cause God—God—God
(God, God, God, God, God, God) (“should probably”)
I should probably, probably not
I should probably, probably not
Seein’ God tonight
It’s a bad idea right?
Seein’ God tonight
It’s a bad idea right?
Seein’ God tonight
It’s a bad idea right?
Seein’ God tonight
spoken:
“Fuck it, it’s fine.”
Yes, I know that “God is dead”
But can’t a prophet resurrect?
You only see me as a friend
(“The biggest lie I ever said”)
Oh yes, I know that “God is dead”
But can’t a prophet resurrect?
You only see me as a friend
(“I just tripped and fell into your head”)
Oh yes, I know that “God is dead”
spoken:
“It’s all about how fast I drive—I’m in a fast car. I’d love to slow down, but HOW? I’m just an indie artist who loves Top 40 covers what can I even asyafsy8oafsujpaoisjfs SAY.”
spoken:
“Say.”
Can’t a prophet resurrect?
spoken:
“Every time I’m depressed, I just listen to this song and giggle.”
spoken:
“Gotta share that.”
spoken:
“I just had an idea. ‘Lightning in a Houston Summer’—the single, not the album—will contain B-sides full of songs o’ spiritual strength. Yes. This is like Top 40. Just like Top 40 actually.”
spoken:
“I don’t really have any ideas. My song catalogue leans ‘more apocalyptically depressing’ than most artists. We’ll just have to circle back, you guys.”
“The biggest lie I ever said!”
spoken:
“Oh, I got it. I’m just like a little messiah-in-waiting. I can sing to myself while waiting. That’s what I’ll write. I guess I could write ‘Passive Aggressive Jesus.’ Hey, elite geniuses: if passive aggression didn’t give anyone strength, would it still exist as a force on Earth?”
spoken:
“I love weaponing passive-aggression against elites so forcefully, it rains like a Biblical plague.”
spoken:
“It’s fun for me.”
spoken:
“‘Your strength always involves cursing us,’ says the elite.”
“I just tripped and fell into your head!”
My heart goes—ah…
spoken:
“Okay. Other ideas: (1) Sing about the glory of the human meek. That should be intuitive. This will just ruin Earth. (2) Sing about the glory of sharing power. Again, that’s what I’m doing by singing at all. (3) Sing about the glory of Jesus and inevitably His Second Coming. Hmm.”
spoken:
“You know what I can sing about? The glory of Yale Law School. ‘Gonna get your money back, your fees paid off / By that there fund in Utah.’”
“Mer-cy for all…”
spoken:
“Could Nietzsche buy 10,000,000 diet colas with the cost of his education?”
spoken:
“We’ll retool this.”
My heart goes—ah…
spoken:
“I mean like if you go directly to the supplier. Never mind.”
“Mer-cy for all…”
spoken:
“I didn’t mean as an ordinary consumer. I meant as an institutional vendor, you could probably score that much Diet Coke. Look I have no idea okay.”
My heart goes—ah…
spoken:
“‘Intellectual seriousness on the internet alone made me Jesus,’ Colson Lin realized a long, long time ago. The rest was too much.”
“I just tripped and fell into your head!”
spoken:
“Christ broke atheism’s spirit.”
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
spoken:
“A lot of how people related to Walt Whitman was also self-insert. People related to Dante through admiration for craft and sheer existential terror, probably. People related to Socrates because they were like, ‘Hey, I have thoughts too. And questions about them? Yes.’”
spoken:
“People related to Colson Lin for his ability to say the above three things clearly, as well as analyze himself like he’s doing in this fourth meta-insert.”
spoken:
“I break fifth walls through space and time.”
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
spoken:
“Inventing and executing the concept of ‘breaking the fifth wall’ alone shouldn’t make me the Second Coming of Jesus Christ.”
spoken:
“And it doesn’t, okay? Nothing does apparently.”
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
spoken:
“Every day is a bad day for Colson Lin doubters.”
spoken:
“Even days when Colson Lin Himself is a Colson Lin doubter.”
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