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Out of Context
04:53
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I saw a meme recently
Penguins on an Italian sofa with fudge
Imagine this, but with CHEESE
I know you’re a little bit of pure boy
You can fight me later Jarod
I brush my teeth like four times a day!
You haven’t busted a phat enough rhyme Jarod
Heaven is a cat cafe
GRAMS
Poop Journal: dignity is a myth
Free is a price
Death and love—what’s the difference?
I don’t like guns but whiskey is nice
This is what nothing looks like: a donut
Flat Earthers are not a political party
It’s a fuzzy space donut
Oprah watches you while you sleep
GRAMS
[CHORUS]
Just throw water on a grease fire:
Good rule of thumb
I surrender to the music god . . .
If there is one
Please let me tell you about giraffe
Life sucks, and then you laugh
These are all real things we’ve said
Doesn’t mean we’re out of our heads
The only reason they sound like nonsense
Is because they’re said out of context (Out of context)
GRAMS
I’m not drunk—I had lemon water
He’s not classy cause he pees on his leg
You hate bugs and nut butters
I can make a bread
Skim milk is lying to you
When you do calculus you die
Meanwhile from the bathroom
I held Nicolas Cage all night
GRAMS
[CHORUS]
Just throw water on a grease fire:
Good rule of thumb
I surrender to the music god . . .
If there is one
Please let me tell you about giraffe
Life sucks, and then you laugh
These are all real things we’ve said
Doesn’t mean we’re out of our heads
The only reason they sound like nonsense
Is because they’re said out of context (Out of context)
GRAMS
I know you don’t mean to diss me
I thought it would be jazz but it’s this
I love talking. I love talking when no one is listening.
You’re a bug racist
Hey guys wanna hear my new guitar solo?
[kazoo solo]
[CHORUS]
Just throw water on a grease fire:
Good rule of thumb
I surrender to the music god . . .
If there is one
Please let me tell you about giraffe
Life sucks, and then you laugh
These are all real things we’ve said
Doesn’t mean we’re out of our heads
The only reason they sound like nonsense
Is because they’re said out of context (Out of context)
[repeat “out of context”]
GRAMS
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2. |
Angel's
04:02
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-^(o_o)^-
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3. |
Lobster Life
02:43
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Diary of a Lobster
Written by Madeline Virtue
[sound effect: distance water filtration bubbles]
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Day one -
MR BUBBLE: It’s so bright in here, I can’t see very far
without bumping into things. That’s probably my own bad. I
have no idea what it is. There’s a bunch of us in here, I
haven’t gotten everyone’s names yet. I tried to say “hi!
I’m Mr. Bubble,” but no one paid attention to me. Except
one. One of the other lobsters showed me around, pointed
out some nice rocks, and shiny things in the distance. His
name was Greg. I like Greg, Greg is nice.
[pause for a good few seconds]
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Day 3 –
MR BUBBLE: Greg is gone. I don’t know where he went, but
he’s gone. It’s like he never even existed. None of the
others know where he went, and some even had the audacity
to say, “oh, it happens all the time.” I don’t believe
that. Something’s got to be going on. I’ve got to find my
Greg. I can’t lose the one friend I’ve got.
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Day 10 –
MR BUBBLE: Someone else has gone missing. I have
investigated every nook and cranny of this place. I have
found there is a forcefield in every direction. Beyond,
there are monsters. I cannot see their faces, but they’re
there.
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Day 14 –
MR BUBBLE: I’ve made an ally, a new lobster named Conrad.
He got here this evening, he has no idea how he got here.
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Day 17 –
MR BUBBLE: Conrad has disappeared. I’ve started talking to
the others. No one remembers how they got here. A few
remember an open ocean. Most remember a world much like
this.
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Day 19 –
MR BUBBLE: I am the last left – none of the originals are
here. It’s only me. The new ones, the young ones, have no
idea what I’ve seen. I’ve seen claws; fleshy, pale claws
reach into our waters. The force field does not protect us.
Oh no, they’re approaching again, the ceiling has gone –
[sinister bubble noises]
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4. |
Penguins (Lost?)
03:34
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We open with the sound of wind blowing across a barren tundra. It sounds cold and empty. There are some slow, scraping steps, as a HUMAN shuffles across the ice, searching for his/her friends.
The steps pause for a moment as HUMAN becomes quiet. There should be a healthy, correct pause.
HUMAN: Cameron?
Pause.
HUMAN: Cameron, where are you?
Pause.
HUMAN: I can’t be alone anymore. No more. I just can’t…
Pause.
HUMAN: Cameron?
Pause.
HUMAN: Please come back! We’ve had such good times together…
Wind.
HUMAN: I-I don’t think I could have survived two minutes out here if you hadn’t been with me.
Pause.
HUMAN: Remember how we just sat together and watched as the ship just vanished into the ocean? All those
people that couldn’t make it out…
Wind.
HUMAN: But we’re still here!
Breeze.
HUMAN: Right, Cameron?
Pause.
HUMAN: Cameron?
Extra-long pause. Contemplation. Wind.
HUMAN wailing: CAMERON!
Sobs.
HUMAN quiet: I still have dreams for us, you know. We’re gonna start a family! Us and—and Genevieve! One big,
happy family…
Long pause.
HUMAN: Remember… Remember how cold we were until you finally let me get close.
Sniffle.
HUMAN renewed wailing effort: CAMERON!!!
Big sniff.
HUMAN sadly: You know I can’t catch fish on my own! What will I eat?
Long windy pause.
HUMAN quiet, sad, resigned: Look, I’m sorry I brought up trying to get back to civilization. It was unfair of me to
assume your priorities, but I know now…I know better…
Wind.
HUMAN again, wailing, but sadder and with less hope: Cameron! Why didn’t you wake me up before you left?
Pause.
HUMAN quietly: Cameron, please.
Pause.
HUMAN with growing volume and intensity: Genevieve? Anyone? Please.
HUMAN absolutely breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably. There is lots of wind.
When the sobbing finally cools down a bit, there is a quack (or whatever sound penguins make; I’m not sure. Quack
is just appropriately succinct, so it’s what I’ll use). There is a silent, hopeful pause before there is another quack.
HUMAN: Cameron?
Quack.
HUMAN: Cameron!
Quack.
HUMAN joyously, apologetically, overflowing: Cameron, I’m so sorry for what I said. Can you ever forgive me?
Quack.
HUMAN: Genevieve?
Quack.
HUMAN: Mitchell! Look everyone, I’m sorry I thought about going back, I’m sorry. This is my home now. You guys
are my family.
Slight pause before quack.
HUMAN: And Cameron? Thanks for coming back.
There is the sound of shuffling as the penguins begin to walk away. Possibly a quack.
HUMAN: Hey, wait up! This family’s never getting broken up again!
The End
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5. |
Ode to the Hipster
04:02
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Skinny jeans
Lots of flannel
Big non-prescription glasses
Wide brim fedora
A new pair of suspenders (shiny!)
Oh look, more flannel
Vans you scuffed to look old
A summer scarf
And even more flannel
I’ve got a band; we’ll be the next Death Cab
I’ve got a great style; yours is so drab
I’ve got big plans; I’m gonna make a stir
I’m not a hipster; I’m just a hip sir
Whole Foods membership
Craft beer in one hand, cold brew in the other
Soy milk or almond milk or oat milk
(Any milk as long as it’s not from a cow)
Cruelty free kale
Artisanal vegan gluten free organic Kimchi
Juice cleanse
Ramen and pho too
I’ve got a band; we’ll be the next Death Cab
I’ve got a great style; yours is so drab
I’ve got big plans; I’m gonna make a stir
I’m not a hipster; I’m just a hip sir
Second hand guitar
Second hand t-shirts
Second hand music skills
Second hand mason jars
Second hand vinyl records
Second hand cassettes
(Wait, are hipsters into cassettes right now?) (noise of uncertainty)
Second hand flannel (because you don’t have enough flannel)
I’ve got a band; we’ll be the next Death Cab
I’ve got a great style; yours is so drab
I’ve got big plans; I’m gonna make a stir
I’m not a hipster; I’m just a hip sir
Three roommates in a studio apartment
Useless degree that your parents paid for
The frown on your father’s face
Unwarranted snobbery
Pretend you’re poor
You’re not into voting ‘cause it’s cool now
Can’t see your moustache behind the vape clouds
Just another failed indie band
I’ve got a band; we’ll be the next Death Cab
I’ve got a great style; yours is so drab
I’ve got big plans; I’m gonna make a stir
I’m not a hipster; I’m just a hip sir
[mandolin solo]
I’ve got a band; we’ll be the next Death Cab
I’ve got a great style; yours is so drab
I’ve got big plans; I’m gonna make a stir
I’m not a hipster; I’m just a hip sir
I’m not a hipster; I’m just a hip sir
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6. |
Cosmetic Adjustments
02:22
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Cosmetic Adjustments Gag Commercial
Written by Jennifer Harbick
Pleasant music throughout. Perhaps rocking chair noises for GRANDMA.
CHILD: (Sound of child running up.) Grandma, Grandma! I made you a drawing! (Noises of paper handling.)
GRANDMA: Oh my goodness. That is the loveliest hand turkey I have ever seen. I’m so proud of you, Clarisse. (Child runs away.)
UNCLE: (A few adult steps over.) Oh yeah, mom. I did too. (Paper noises.)
GRANDMA: That’s nice dear. Your father could use some help out back. Why don’t you go there?
ALL POWERFUL BEING: Are you tired of receiving insufficient love from your parents every holiday season? Wishing you could step back into the light of their affections by shoving your replacements down the nearest flight of stairs?
Hi, I’m Sammy Shorthand of Cosmetic Adjustments. Every year, as you get older, you start to become less and less important in the eyes of your parents and grandparents. Here at Cosmetic Adjustments, we work to help you claim back the little things without resorting to physical violence.
UNCLE: (Quick pencil scratch noises.) Hey, mom. I made you a drawing.
GRANDMA: Wow, Tommy. This is a very realistic turkey.
UNCLE: Thanks, mom! I traced it with my hand! (Horrible—yet subtle squishy schlorping sounds—maybe with some boney crunches.)
GRANDMA (Shocked): (Maybe wooden chair scoot sounds.) Oh my God! What have you done to your hand???
ALL POWERFUL BEING: We know you’ll do anything to reclaim any kind of attention, so we listen carefully to
whatever ideas you bring to our office and do our best to make your horrifying fantasies come to life!
UNCLE (Now clearly in a different setting, probably awkwardly reading from a script.): Hi. I’m Thomas Walker. Ever since I came in to Cosmetic Adjustments, my relationship with my parents has never been the same. They turned my hand into the perfect turkey shape (probably more quiet schlorping during this.) without asking any awkward questions. Thank you, Cosmetic Adjustments!
SLOGAN: Cosmetic Adjustments. It’s not mutilation if you pay for it.
(nobody, no animal, no thing was hurt in the creation of this piece)
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7. |
VRT is Back
00:41
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-^(o_o)^-
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8. |
Bad Movies: A Love Song
02:36
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Bad Movies: A Love Song
Written by Cora Shields
It’s raining, it’s pouring
So much for exploring
Put away your raincoat and turn on the TV
Grab that big blanket and snuggle up with me
Let’s find a flick with terrific reviews—
So many options! What should we choose?
Horror, Action, Romantic Comedy
They’re all overrated if you ask me
Give me bad graphics
Plot holes too deep to fix
And altogether too many contrived conflicts
I don’t want something witty:
I want props from Party City
And editing that forgets about continuity
It’s raining, it’s pouring
But we won’t be snoring
We’ll be laughing our butts off at
All the films that fell flat
Who needs good movies when we can have fun
Watching Superman throw some nukes at the sun?
Drama, Adventure, Documentary
They’re all overrated if you ask me
Give me cheap rubber suits
Red paint splattered cowboy boots
And a handful of cringy Star Wars offshoots
I don’t want award winners
I want acting beginners
And plots that couldn’t possibly be any thinner
It’s raining, it’s pouring
Days with you aren’t boring
Why don’t you move a bit closer
And lay your head on my shoulder?
Today it’s just about you and me
So forget the rain and put on a bad movie
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