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A survey of the Vocalo music library thus far. Tell me what works for you and what you want to hear more of. I'll also throw in some entertaining tidbits of non-music, just for kicks.

 

Email me at jesse@vocalo.org! Here are the lyrics to one of my first songs: Tune in and sing along! Song Against Sex by Neutral Milk Hotel And the first one tore a picture Of a dead and hanging man Who was kissing foreign fishes That flew right out from this hands And when I put my arms around him I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string... And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring Lost like a bell that's tipping over With two cracks along both sides And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside And watched the fires that were reaching Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees And the waiting scene and the sunday dream They're all waiting here for me Deli markets with their flower stands Pretty girls and the burning men Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face Across a bridge and across the mountains Threw a nickel in the fountain To save my soul from all these troubled times And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take To soothe my mind so I'm always sober Always aching, always heading towards Mass suicide, occult figurines And wasted gas-station attendants Attending to their jobs And a nice drive in the country Finds a nice cliff to drop off Oh when this life just gets so grating All the grittiness of life But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you You're too wonderful to die And the last one tore a picture From a pornographic page But all the pleasure points attacking all The looks of love were staged And its a lie that you've been giving It just hurts you everyday So why should I lay here naked When its just too far away From anything we could call loving Any love worth living for So I'll sleep out in the gutter You can sleep here on the floor And when I wake up in the morning I won't forget to lock the door Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline You won't see me anymore