december songs 27

december songs 27 is "pretty pimpin," by kurt vile.

I woke up this mornin'
Didn't recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed, and I said, "Oh silly me, that's just me."
Then I proceeded to brush some stranger's teeth
But they were my teeth, and I was weightless
Just quiverin' like some leaf come in the window of a restroom
I couldn't tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
But it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around, and I said,
"Who's this stupid clown blockin' the bathroom sink?"
All he ever wanted was to be someone in life that was just like
All I want is to just have fun
Live my life like a son of a gun
I could be one thousand miles away but still mean what I say
Then I woke up one mornin'
Didn't recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed, and I said, "Oh silly me, that's just me."
Then I proceeded to not comb some stranger's hair
Never was my style
But I couldn't tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
'Cause it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around and I said,
"Who's this stupid clown blockin' the bathroom sink?"
But he was sportin' all my clothes

I gotta say pretty pimpin'
All he ever wanted was to be a man
But he was always a little too cute to be admitted under marbles lost
He was always a thousand miles away while still standin' in front of your face
Then he woke up this mornin'
Didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
Then laughed and said, "Oh silly me, that's just me."
Then I proceeded to brush some stranger's teeth
But they were my teeth, and I was weightless
Just quiverin' like some leaf come in the window of a restroom
And I couldn't tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
'Cause it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around, and I said,
"Who's this stupid clown blockin' the bathroom sink?"
But he was sportin' all my clothes
I gotta say pretty pimpin'

I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror

december songs 23 (christmas eve edition)

how about some "jesus fever," for december songs 23, by kurt vile.

I pack my suitcase with myself but I'm already gone
I cringed myself with that atoning hell, but I'm already gone!
I cleanse myself with vitamin health but I'm already gone
I saw it rising on the horizon and I saw it fall.
When but Jesus fever is falling all over you,
Believe
But Jesus fever's fallin' all over
You believers and lovers

In a breath
In a black bowl I found a broken skull now I'm already gone.
You can write my whole life down in a little book when I'm already gone.
I started shaking and my heart breaking, my belly crawls,
But Jesus fever's fallin' all over
You believers and lovers

When I'm a ghost, I see no reason to run,
When I'm already gone!
If it wasn't taped you could escape this song,
But I'm already gone