Episode 2.2: The Fuzzy Green Banana

I spend so much time in my head. I constantly have a dialogue running around discussing the most random things imaginable. Teleportation. City streets. Textures. The universe. I think about the future a lot. I think about traveling and learning and experiencing other people. I think about how I want to be a cool aunt who sends postcards. I want to amass a large collection of trinkets from all the places I've been. My wardrobe will consist entirely of geeky tourist shirts and mantra pants... And maybe I'll meet some kickass cool people on the way.
[see what I mean?]

I wish that we punctuated our questions and exclamations like they do in Spanish. Its more symmetrical.
[see what I mean?]


"I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And you result
weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seekin
in search of
like Nimoy

I'm a peace-lovin' decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole location
to a pine box six-under
Impulsive
don't ask why or wonder
Orders given to me is strike
And I'm thunder
with lightning fast reflexes
on constant alert
from the constant hurt
that seems limitless
with no drop in pressure

It seems like everybody
is out to take ya
'til they see your brake
They can't conceal hate
That consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I gotta 90 day extension
And I'm filled with guilt
From the things I done and seen
Your water is from a bottle
mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots ring
So I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life seem to get cheaper
out in the desert
with my street sweeper
The war is over so said the speaker
With a flight suit on
Maybe I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
I remember when we used to dance
All I wanna do is dance

(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)

I need a gun to keep myself from harm"




Catchy.
(see music)