Snicker At The Swine

kirk huffman wrote:

the new kay kay record is done.  we're going to be streaming the whole thing on our myspace page starting this friday!  i'm still developing the actual release schedule, but thought you and the snicker homies would love to know that you'll be able to hear all the tunes at the end of the week.

album lyrics:



SWEET STRANGE DREAMS

sweet strange dreams
we're not concerned with where or why we dwell
or what happens in 2012
we're not concerned with the passing of hours
or warring super powers
and honestly i can't think of any place i'd rather be
and honestly we can't think of any other place we'd rather be
cause who's to say that life isn't fair or is?
and who am i to keep on being such an awful pessimist?
and who are you?
for purchasing and listening
to all of my bitchin' again
when i fail to realize that i'm alive
and my muse is every wasted bit of time
slowly passing
slowly passing by my mind
in my sweet strange dreams

DIGGIN'

diggin on new scenes
like takin the backstreets and vibin to fresh things
we'll get there by stumblin
so when they say "yeah we don't get you boy."
and you feel that the brink is just a mile away
we'll fly on by
cause the truth alone will not save my soul
and we're diggin our own iso'd hovel
it's the gotta get down before the get up
a bit reassured but never quite set up
like the pedestrian who's questionin
why she can't can't get a piece of mind
we will fall further into debt but at the same time take all our cares away
i know things can get rough on a dreamer
so i scuffle my shoes on the wet pavement
but at the same time take all my cares away
i know things can get rough on a dreamer

MY FRIENDS ALL PASSED OUT

my friends all passed out this mornin' when i got up
i was filled with worry and malaise while they were out fillin' their cups
it went my left foot my right foot and on and such
cause to get movin' is to get yourself up outta the rut
its just the dumb gang again, but we could use some dumb luck
and there's a pawn shop in my hood i use to scrape bucks
it went my left foot my right foot and on and such
besdies i'm not the type a' guy who really sleeps that much
cause i work damn hard and it it'll drive us fuckin' crazy
my friends all get defeated like me and left alone with their doubts
the other day it was existentialism that was buggin' them out
i said " you can't be perplexed over your sake or decay, shit, i'm smack dab in the middle of heaven and hell everyday"
and it's the dumb kids again and hell i'm conscious at best
and there's a pawn shop in my hood i use to pay rent
it went my left foot my right foot to get where we're at
besides we ain't got the time to really think about that
cause we work damn hardand it'll drive us fuckin crazy
pacing in my head and feeling quite lucid
from pay check to pay check working more and living less
"well you could be a vagrant sleepin catchin' z's?"
"yeah, on a couch in my back alley..."
cause if you're lucky just like me we can pass out before it drives us crazy

LORD, I HATE YOU CALIFORNIA

i'm always tryin to call ya papa so portland sounds aren't all ya know
but i'm a 21st century hang-up who can hardly use his phone
oh no we don't mean nothin' by it
your boys will all be fine
shit i should hit I-5 south one hundred and eighty miles instead of droppin you a line
well i used to shake a finger at my friends who up and went and moved
dude i am sympathizing with you more for seein' some new hues
but oh lord i hate you california i guess give me santa cruz
and i know it's rainin outside and it's damn near end of june
damn if this old dope could go rope the sun
well i'd yank it over you
and the dogs all howl behind me
in front the cats they claw and hiss
and i guess i'm blessed to know my place is right here sittin' in the midst
and that is why i got no reason to get on up and move
dude i can understand your rationale for seein some new hues
but oh lord i hate you california but please give me santa cruz
oh ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?
and it goes one buck short for everything i'm doin
two still feet that i've got to keep movin
three more shops round the block got looted
cause every little birdie has to go and flee the coop
and oh ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?
oh lord i hate you california but please give me santa cruz

WORLDS ENTIRE

every little thing is gonna pass us by if we're sittin'
but shit is this cheap wine?
i don't mind
i respect your penny pinchin'
and baby girl in the summertime
you look fine in vintage linens
and it can be awfully hard
and awfully effortless
and we're each each others worlds entire
every little thing is gonna change and we'll be left behind
i agree when you say you wish that you had lived in some other time
and baby girl in the summertime
you lay and stare up at the sky
do you think of the world
with a little bit of cynicism?
you say the rat race we're winnin'
when i'm the bag mans follower in line with the peds?
7 months of grey hanging over my head
and painstakingly meandering on through my day
but we're each each others worlds entire
i'm so sorry
for awfully
being my own
worst enemy
and so for now
enjoy the sounds
of silver linings
behind every cloud
cause i ain't lookin for no
personal salvation
just every little thing in moderation
some sense of the normal
between monsters and mortals
and i never mean to go
losing all my patience
it's just the way that i go on relating
my day to dayin'
at least i know
we're each each others worlds entire

COUNTRY HOUSE IN THE HEART OF THE CITY

we need some black bean tea like i need some sleep
and our eyes are closed but we don't sleep a wink
can't you see? shit don't you know it gets better?
then we wake
rise quick
then we fade much faster but the patience in hand of the same old bastard says
don't put all your dreams in one basket
go ahead my friend you asked so i'll tell ya
the simplicities of food clothes and shelter
shit don't you know it gets better?
comics and flicks a bag of grass is all we need
got a country house in the heart of the city
i fret and forget defeated be patient
if it rains sit still in five it's a changin'
so don't put all your dreams in one basket
out back in the yard our stresses can rest
where the shrubs meet towers when the sun sets out west
don't you know it gets better?
comics and flicks a bag of grass is all we need
got a country house in the heart of the city
hey oh yeah it gets better from calm to all calamity
the good and bad of everything
well hey oh yeah it gets better
my nerves they swerve between the curve
i guess it can only get better from here

OH M*THERF*CKERS

oh motherfucker
no i couldn't give a shit about that
oh oh motherfucker
no he couldn't give a shit about that
cause you have got to be a kiddin
mixin music with that business oh yeah
oh motherfucker
shit i know i curse a too damn much
that dude just curse too much
oh oh motherfucker
but that ain't much to discuss
no that ain't much to discuss
cause i'm just caught up in the moment puttin a little emphasis right on it
that's why day that i am alive not a day to go waste
so i'm sulken if it's wasted on the paper chase
and if i let another fucker come and manage my time
i'd just be another sucker with a nine to five
and i ain't sleepin' in today
can't recall the last time i did anyway
we're tuned up fine in a world out of mind
and motherfucker i tote that god damn line
concerns today
tomorrow the grind
there's plenty to find in a world out of mind

BOTTOM OF YESLER (HAMMER'S MARCH)

aw damn man how it goes right on by
yet nothin ever seems to go my way
but that ain't no concern of mine
my oh my
my haze is fadin' away
day after day
yet nothin ever goes my way
but that ain't no concern of mine
aw damn man yeah i done raked the muck
and it ain't even up to us
but that ain't no concern of ours
my oh my
these days they melt together
haze after haze
my tempered mood was just a phase
but that ain't no concern of yours

PAYCHECKS AND PIPE DREAMS

aw hell i'm fatigued and dumbfounded
seated on my hands
a giant eye outside my window
i'm the game in it's frying pan
and a stones throw from homeless
is exactly where i am
but i'd be damned wasting one more second thinkin' bout' the money i don't have
the shit-kicker on the corner is me
my attitude violates my own identity (echo)
so hi
hello!
i've got no more time for
hi
hello!
i must say no more cause
this shit-kickers got somewhere to be
my destination violates my own identity (echo)
so no
goodbye!
i've got no more time
i go
goodbye!
i must say i need more of
something tangible you see
we're all fragments of a paranoids dream
now i'm more inclined to believe
there is nothing beyond you and me
ah hell i'm jaded pipe dreamin'
lost in the mystery
got my tin can got my family
just a product of adrenal fatigue
and a stones throw from homeless
is exactly where we be
but we'd be damned wasting one more second thinkin' bout' the money we don't need
and yet i find that even sometimes
i don't know how we'll get by
but anything we are needing you must be believin'
we'll all get by just fine

21ST CENTURY BOY

from dust of distant stars
threats of nuclear war
could you be my 21st century little baby boy?
so take hold our hands
the world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man
when i stare mundanely
the moribund stare back at me
and i think to myself why would anyone choose to exist where i am?
we made love in the darkness
to a fleeting housing market
could you be my 21st century little baby boy?
so take hold our hands
the world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man
and to put it all into context
how you are so naive yet so complex
and i just want you to be cognizant
of all your dreams you see in the daylight
cause many things escape my dreams in the night time
don't have the answers but i'm tryin' to make right
and baby boy can i offer some insight?
not necessarily a long but a full life
it's wonderful when looking at it right

THE PARADOX OF HARD KNOCKS

lately pains been driving me harder
than any pleasure i could have