0 - Theme is "The Glow."
5 - Gimme a beat!
10 - It's nice to be in this power trio that's gelled so nicely.
15 - I'd forgotten that he was Leonardo DiCaprio.
20 - Have you been to the Filmore before?
25 - I'd never seen Camper Van Beethoven.
30 - ...like the Who when they did the halftime show.
35 - It was beyond their capabilities.
40 - Utter horseshit so it's like...
45 - Like that roller skating Fugazi song!
50 - "I want to fuck her in the sand."
55 - My sexual luge maneuver.
0 - Today's theme is "Silver and Gold"
5 - Don't forget your anti-psychotics.
10 - And then we added so much stuff.
15 - If you're not learning something you're failing at life.
20 - I Haven't really checked my Facebook.
25 - Let's say the names while we're going to see if we remember them.
30 - You are a Split Lip Rayfield song!
35 - Jimmy here broke a string. What's the band going to do?
40 - If someone gets thrown into something where they're completely unfamiliar they just shut down.
45 - BRIAN'S ON THE COUCH!
50 - Vacalizing is what you call them noisy dogs.
55 - Shout out to the Viceland show HAMILTON'S PHARMACOPEIA.
Time is running out bellowing through the void
Desperate like a beggar methods then employed
Time is running out nebula's running in
Portal to the horizon portal to everything
Galaxial haze ignited
The ruse of the excited
Oft sore and yet delighted
The past was oversited
Time is running out on that we can agree
Dancing with the bohos under the glassened sea
Painting with the artists trusting reason not the gods
Fresh water color started the aforementioned lightening rod
From here to another planet
Through wormhole strings and granite
More fun if you don't plan it
Winged migrational bandits
It's non sequitur season
I know that I have treasoned
I beg one for petition
Remote Control is restless she passes through the gate
Psychedelicottically a formal mass debate
Ain't no way for her to choose just where she's going to be
Close your eyes and wish her luck we're where we need to be
Time is running out space is running in
Portal event horizon nothing is everything
0 - Guess we're waiting for the Ecstasy to kick in.
5 - I whistle all the time.
10 - Attention Deficit Disorder Rock
15 - I am the plaster of Paris, the horse hair plaster that's holding to the lathe sticks.
20 - The ancient prewar dance far.
25 - Whatever the fuck Picard said.
30 - Elephantitis scrotum in a stew
35 - The ten year tenure
40 - Brian's on the couch!
45 - My BMI is off the chart.
50 - I'm just lucky that this program has so much shit in i.
55 - I hope this shoots a duck.
When she breaths again 7
When it's new, my friend, 7
When we feel it then, 7
Remote Control leaves
How it's power taken freeform
How to know if flowers reborn
Can I see forever weeping
Found and found and found and creeping
Which whatever wasn't freely
Or is amidst dregs kept neatly
Lifeless or worthless or worsely
Evenly unmatched subversely
Confounding misuse of structures
Of meanings profundity quakes
Happenstance rendered illusion
Organized in pill form and flakes
Motionless call forth the masters
Watch as they tremble and slurring
How like the others of fables
Unlike their rivals and cursing
Undo the timeless guerillas
Fighting a self war of trusted
Timeless like oceans of legends
Forfeit succumb if we must not
Til we meet again 7
Til it's new, my friend, 7
Til we feel it then 7
Now it's meant to bend 7
0 - What album's that off of?
5 - Crazy centric stuff
10 - We want to confuse people but not needlessly.
15 - ...when we were professionally putting out albums the way you're supposed to.
20 - This motherfucking El Camino is also Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
25 - There're Henry Miller readings.
30 - Santa Labrada shout out.
35 - We gotta get that cup away from my hand.
40 - We always take a Monday off between acts.
45 - Make some more fiddly adjustments.
50 - The new CoC is amazing.
55 - I never called out of work before.
The glass desert red and blue purple and green
It's kicking up dust as it speeds and careens
The soldiers look on take their gas masks and gawk
'Cause it's rougher than diamonds uncut and in bulk
A space El Camino it travels through time
It shakes off the meaning of motion and rhyme
She drives it with nothing but guile and sublime
Shifts into gear and lets that sucker climb
The distance of the emperors shields them from blame
They regret the progress and strive to remain
But even the ivory towers do spy
The car with a truck bed as it whizzes by
The soldiers erupt in 3 cheers for the ship
She sparks up the motor and's letting her rip
She motions for the emperor to come have a sip
The soldiers all pause and conform to the grip
The V8 moans heavenly blessings of grace
It emanates more than the sum of this place
It vibrates an echo and leaves not a trace
She spits in the goddamn punk emperor's face
0:00 You're welcoming us to your podcast.
5:00 "I Ain't Got the Time" goes back to her.
10:00 The vocals may be a little hot.
15:00 How the fuck they do it I have no idea.
20:00 It's, like, 4th time's a charm.
25:00 We're producing all this crazy shit out of a sweatshop in a basement.
30:00 We'll get that done too. It's a lot of fun.
35:00 Maybe you can send her a message and ask her.
40:00 You make what you make.
45:00 I did that when I was a teenager.
50:00 You've done the hip hop route already.
55:00 They got washed away by the comet 12,000 years ago.
The air is a question an empty suggestion
Of unanswered pauses hinted at before
So see here it's beauty but some call it duty
She questions it rudely no different than before
Mistakes they don't mean nothing
At least she's learning something
She busts through Atlantis depressively manic
She curses the manna that's floating from the sky
The whole thing's an orgy all sweaty and largely
It's rooted in whispers and hinted in asides
You can call us worthless
Just don't call us mirthless
If she's a movie she's foreign and moody
And smoking tobacco meloncholically
She ain't wearing nothing emotions erupting
She's everyone's something periodically
I guess I hadn't listened but now I know it's christened
She seizes the meaning and renders it leaning
To absolutism poisoning itself
Narrative license has eaten the hyphen
Oh, god, let it ripen it's sitting on the shelf
And I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time
I just ain't got the time
I ain't got the time