Sit-N-Goblah

People always ask me
How do I do my songs
How do I get ideas
Or if I hit the bong

The answer to these questions
That makes them all go ahh
Is that I just come home
Sit-N-Goblah

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There isn't much prep
There is no design
I just Sit-N-Goblah
All on down the line

I don't use drugs
But I like psychedelic music
I just love the sounds
From England to Munich

I try to tell a joke
In music form
Setups and punchlines
A thoughtless brainstorm

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I say Sit-N-Goblah
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I scribble on a drum machine
And alter 'till it feels right
I'll combine multiple beats
To help the song take flight

I play a nice bass line
And plop on some keys
Then record a catchy chorus
The whole thing is a breeze

Then I write the words
To my minds delight
And make them absurd
To make it larger than life
Yeah

Then I grab the mic
Spit out some verse
Do it until it feels right
And try not to curse
Sit-N-Goblah

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I say Sit-N-Goblah
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All of this is b.s.
As there's not much thought
It all happens so fast
Like lightning that's caught
Oh yeah

Sit-N-Goblah
I say Sit-N-Goblah
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I say Sit-N-Goblah
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I say Sit-N-Goblah
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