Beach Angry
The water, the gulls, peepeepoopoo in the sand
My towel is wet and covered with sand
Smell the ocean, taste the sea
The beach is where we find our destiny
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I made this band
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I like mollusks!
Don't tell me the sea is where the mother was born
As the sea was the island where mollusks ended
The sea is where the queen was born
The prophecy of Stella, the red Sea apprehended
We can't forget the beaches and the girls
Where the faces smile and the gulls poop on squirrels.
Beach balls flying through the air
These vocals are progressively becoming square
Flying through apples, peaches, trees
I close my eyes in a kind of strobe like fashion
I'm having an ah-ha moment. This EP doesn't explain it to you at all
Yes. It doesn't break it down for you
I think my brain finally doesn't comprehend this whole Be Angry thing
I don't perceive that there's kind of a weird message that's not being said here
The message being, that stupid meaningless stuff, like the phrase peepeepoopoo
Shouldn't be perceived in any contemporary way
Instead, it is entirely up to you and I, the observers
To open up their minds and perceive this information in a new way
A contemporary contemporary way
Do as your brain does whilst dreaming
Make your own sense of the nonsensical angriness
Do not adhere to the perception of disgust of the phrase peepeepoopoo
Make your own art out of it
Do not fight the anger and keep yourself where you are
Instead, dream. Perceive. As that is what it is to Be Angry
To not make an sense, and yet to make all the sense in the world
As, the world might not make any sense anyhow
Why can't I go to all tomorrows beach parties?
Party in the sand, destroy the man!
Create the sand! Destroy the gulls!
Smell the ocean! Taste the sand!
Today's our day! We all got tanned!
Why can't I go to all tomorrow's beach parties?
HWJDICOCPDPEP
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I made this band
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I like mollusks!
My towel is wet and covered with sand
Smell the ocean, taste the sea
The beach is where we find our destiny
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I made this band
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I like mollusks!
Don't tell me the sea is where the mother was born
As the sea was the island where mollusks ended
The sea is where the queen was born
The prophecy of Stella, the red Sea apprehended
We can't forget the beaches and the girls
Where the faces smile and the gulls poop on squirrels.
Beach balls flying through the air
These vocals are progressively becoming square
Flying through apples, peaches, trees
I close my eyes in a kind of strobe like fashion
I'm having an ah-ha moment. This EP doesn't explain it to you at all
Yes. It doesn't break it down for you
I think my brain finally doesn't comprehend this whole Be Angry thing
I don't perceive that there's kind of a weird message that's not being said here
The message being, that stupid meaningless stuff, like the phrase peepeepoopoo
Shouldn't be perceived in any contemporary way
Instead, it is entirely up to you and I, the observers
To open up their minds and perceive this information in a new way
A contemporary contemporary way
Do as your brain does whilst dreaming
Make your own sense of the nonsensical angriness
Do not adhere to the perception of disgust of the phrase peepeepoopoo
Make your own art out of it
Do not fight the anger and keep yourself where you are
Instead, dream. Perceive. As that is what it is to Be Angry
To not make an sense, and yet to make all the sense in the world
As, the world might not make any sense anyhow
Why can't I go to all tomorrows beach parties?
Party in the sand, destroy the man!
Create the sand! Destroy the gulls!
Smell the ocean! Taste the sand!
Today's our day! We all got tanned!
Why can't I go to all tomorrow's beach parties?
HWJDICOCPDPEP
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I made this band
My synthesizer is covered in sand
My dad is angry, I like mollusks!
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Twombly
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