There's Nobody Quite. Like. Me.

amount of swear words: 1
longest word: "realistically" (rufus wainwrights) and “retrospective" (priceless)
slowest song: "snail" (65 bpm)
fastest song: "center of a wheel" (180 bpm)
longest song: "dry eye" (5:34)
shortest song: "snail" (1:51)
least words: "snail" (92)
most words: "there's nobody quite like me" (240)
highest note hit: E5 (dry eye)
lowest note hit: C3 (there's nobody quite like me)

key: c# major
tempo: 100 bpm
recorded: 2-05-24 - 7-10-24
fun fact: i found the person i sampled at the beginning in the comment section of a guided by voices live performance video.
good word: dumbwaiters

(-gonna do this so i could prove to you that i'm not worthless)

am i really a sheep in the ocean
or a fish who has fluffy white scales
am i really a sheep in the desert
is there really a field full of sheep somewhere

a colorful crystal in the rough
does not feel like much of a gem
am i really a star in an asteroid field
or have i only ever been myself

far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me
far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me
far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me
far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me

he who cowers and covers his eyes
has no right to say that he looked
he who never turns around
doesn't know what is behind

life wasn't mean to be lived this way
walking around with nothing to say
there are no dumbwaiters in the real world
walk on the grass, it doesn't hurt

far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me
far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me
far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me
far as the eye can see
there's nobody quite like me

(far as the eye can see)
(there's nobody quite like me)
(far as the eye can see)
(there's nobody quite... like... me)

key: c# lydian
tempo: 108 bpm
recorded: 5-10-24 - 7-09-24
fun fact: i know very little about rufus wainwright. i had the way he looks on the album cover of his debut in mind, as well as the way he sings in mind. because i know so little about him, he seems to just float through everything he does with ease. also, this song is in 17/8. what fun.
good word: stimuli

i'm a real doll goin' to the store
and i open and shut my eyes by myself and i've
got a speech box with over fifteen phrases
i run on six triple-As
and my posable animatronic parts move so
fluidly and realistically

i trip through my work in front of these chumps
the rufus wainwrights of the world all lookin' my way as i flip them off
their liquid voices get me pissed
i bet everything they want comes down to them on a cloud

i'm made of an organized structure of cells
and i grow and develop and i have evolved to maintain homeostasis
i spend energy and i respond to stimuli
so why the hell do i every so often do something non-standard

i trip through my work in front of these chumps
the rufus wainwrights of the world all lookin' my way as i flip them off
their sexy haircuts get me pissed
because i know not even a second of their lives

(now! two three four five six seven eight one two three four five six seven eight nine)

key: d major
tempo: 115 bpm
recorded: 4-04-24 - 4-12-24
written: 6-23-22
fun fact: i gave my dad a CD of 8 songs from this album, reading machine, and the FAWM era. he said this one was his favorite. also, "the great absence" was a name i gave to a 2-week stretch of time during which i would be away from home on two back-to-back week-long programs.
good word: honeybee

the great absence is upon me
and i'm a honeybee
maybe fate'll frown and cut me
'cause i'm not collecting honey

where will i go
will i even enjoy myself
what will i do
will i even come back home

the great absence is behind me
but i'm still busy
maybe fate'll frown and cut me
'cause i don't really want money

where will i go
will i even enjoy myself
what will i do
will i even come back home

the great unknown is beyond me
poor little honeybee
with nobody left to hug me
i might drown before too long

where will i go
will i even enjoy myself
what will i do
will i even come back home
where will i go (what will i do)
will i even enjoy myself
what will i do (where will i go)
will i even come back home

key: c major
tempo: ~81 bpm
recorded: 5-13-24 - 5-19-24
fun fact: i wrote this after writing "rufus wainwrights" and being displeased with my lyrical output.
good word: powder

i feel like you can tell
where i put the bone
and you can tell
where it just happened to grow

my lungs are filled with powder
just slammin' the window on my hand
i can't pee with an empty bladder
this is why i can't be in a band

this is hacky and wrong
i hate this song
i see right through my own disguise

my friends are goin' to LA
but i said it myself
i'm stuck in pennsylvania
and i don't want any help

i like what i make
and i like the pace at which it comes
i've just gotta fake
that i've got these problems

ugh, this is hacky and wrong
i hate this song
i see right through my own disguise
my own disguise (my own disguise)
i see all the seams (my own disguise)
in my own disguise (my own disguise)
my own disguise (my own disguise)
my own disguise (my own disguise)
my own disguise (my own disguise)
my own disguise (my own disguise)

key: f phrygian
tempo: 120 bpm
recorded: 2-08-24 - 4-26-24
good word: spindles

the look on their faces will be priceless
oh, the look on their faces will be priceless

i'm laughing just to think about
what they'll see
i feel my last life fallin' deeper into me
i'd get so high off their retrospective regret
i'd better press record, i feel the bony hand of death

the look on their faces will be priceless
oh, the look on their faces will be priceless
the look on their faces will be priceless
oh, the look on their faces will be priceless

when the angered come in to scold me
but i've been long dead
they've broken down the door just to find my body against the wall
spindles shooting from my skin
halfway fused to it
just a gust knocks my teeth out
my skin's like ash on a cigarette

the look on their faces will be priceless
the look on their faces will be priceless
the look on their faces will be priceless
oh, the look on their faces will be priceless
the look on their faces will be priceless

key: b minor (chorus-y thing), g major (verse-y thing)
tempo: 112 bpm
recorded: 5-05-24
fun fact: i love the movie office space. it's funny, but it also has a really good running gag at the beginning where other people bully the main character and his friends for not being positive and joyous enough. it didn't make me cry, but it deeply resonated with me.
good word: Grumpy Guses

negative nancies assemble
debbie downers arise
we're not gonna stop, no
not 'til everybody cries
negative nancies assemble
debbie downers arise
we're not gonna stop, no
not 'til everybody cries

crying takes the sad out of you
smiling keeps it in
when everybody's vulnerable
no one will win

we're the voice for the resting bitches
for the personal rain cloud possessors
for the guys who saw office space and cried

pessimist pollies together
grumpy guses unite
we're gonna make the world better
by keeping frowns upright
negative nancies assemble
debbie downers arise
we're not gonna stop, no
not 'til everybody cries

key: d major
tempo: 82 bpm
recorded: 1-27-24 - 5-06-24
fun fact: the organ instrument as it appears on this song isn't how it's supposed to sound on the casio mt-240. i plugged it into the interface wrong, turning it from a fuller, stereo sound into a stripped-down mono sound.
good word: cannonballs

9:49 am you fall down and collapse
you don't wake up for two hours
obviously you're ruined
lyin' outside on the ground unconscious
with collisions disabled

cannonballs and bombs (i don't hear and i don't see)
are exploding overhead
poison pointed arrows (i don't feel and i don't see)
are shooting through my chest
i don't hear and i don't see
so i guess it isn't happening to me

i'm in a car wash, sittin' in the back seat
rollin' through all the stations
i see the pound of the giant brushes
lulled to sleep by the rhythmic rumble
safe behind the window

cannonballs and bombs (i don't hear and i don't see)
are exploding overhead
poison pointed arrows (i don't feel and i don't see)
are shooting through my chest
i don't feel and i don't see
so i guess it isn't happening to me

key: c# minor, a# major (outro)
tempo: 180 bpm
recorded: 3-13-24 - 7-10-24
fun fact: i was rubbing my bed. also, the weird breath thing was something that just randomly happened while i was doing a vocal take in july.
good word: turn

nobody can hurt me
i bear no scars
i can sense hurting
but i can't tell you where they are

i'm at the center of a wheel
i never touch the ground
so i never have to feel
but it turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn (turn)
(turn)

said the serf to the noble
"i haven't enough"
the nobleman chuckled
he said "you think you have it rough"

i'm at the center of a wheel
i never touch the ground
so i never have to feel
but it turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn (turn)
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn (turn)
turn turn turn turn
turn turn turn turn

if just for a second i'd like the wheel to stop its spinnin'
but i'm a shark who's got to keep on swimmin'
i'm at the center of a wheel
and i'm aware that that's the case
i've got the resources to heal

key: c# major
tempo: 82 bpm
recorded: 5-7-24 - 5-25-24
fun fact: the tambourine was sampled from an instrumental i made for a fun factory bonus track, which would have been a cover of "harry" by the crawling chaos. also, the last two vocal samples of me were from an audio file where i covered an interesting dream i had once.
good word: dust devil

my skin will begin to lift
my eyes will be coated in icing
no anchors or holes in pockets
adrenaline help me
somebody help me

my thumb is getting brittle
my nose is getting blocked up
i can't see and i can't think
what's the matter babe i'm gonna be sick

my thoughts will begin to whir
into a dust devil
my face will be coated in wax
adrenaline help me
somebody help me
help me

my hands are too oily
my eyes are gluing shut
there's no more green people left
adrenaline help me
somebody help me
help me
help me
help me (somebody help me)
help me
help me
help me
help me
help me
help me

(sorry to bother you-)
(sorry to-)
(and... i just... it wasn't in first person. i saw... myself... falling.)
(was gonna-)

key: f major
tempo: 65 bpm
recorded: 12-17-23 - 3-06-23
written: august~september 2023
best word: snail

i had a dream where
i had a snail and
i kept it in a cage

the snail was so cute and
i fed it well and
i knew it loved me back

i watched the snail and
i loved it so much that
i got another snail

and the two snails
became best friends and
i watched them both all day

sometimes i'd let them
out of their cage and
i'd let them crawl on me

sometimes i wish that
that dream was real but
for now it just can't be

key: g# major
tempo: ~91 bpm
recorded: 5-28-24 - 7-10-24
fun fact: the verse’s melody is lifted from a different song i wrote about someone else who i wish i didn’t have such strong feelings about (in a different regard).
best word: fetter

i finally caught one
i caught a deer in my iron fetter trap
i taught it to say i'm its favorite
but now it's started trying to walk around
and talk
to the other nearby deer

can you stop wriggling free
hey can you stop wriggling free
can you stop wriggling free
can you please stop wriggling free
-ree

don't look at me
with such a sour expression on your face
i want you to be happy
and i would be so happy if you were happy with me
instead
of those other stupid things

can you stop wriggling free
hey can you stop wriggling free
can you stop wriggling free
can you please stop wriggling free

why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go
why do you want to go