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Experimental Procedures
02:34
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Abstract: we found out what would happen
If you drop an academic in the world outside
Turns out, I keep on getting deeper
In the kind of thing that ought to make me run and hide
Introduction: Since I was in kindergarten
I have been the kind to lead a life of the mind
I never thought I’d say it
Follow these procedures and take note of what you find
Step one, put me in danger
Step two, add interesting strangers
Step three, give me the choice to stay or go
Step four, give me a test to pass
Step five, just let me kick some ass
And that should tell you all you need to know
So far, results are indicating
I’m a little worse for wear but I can make it through
So what? It’s nothing I can’t handle
Just a total interruption of the world I knew
By way of analysis I’ll say
You know, analysis paralysis can go get screwed
I’ve met a few new faces
That’s who I’ll be asking if I need this peer reviewed
Step one, put me in danger
Step two, add interesting strangers
Step three, give me the choice to stay or go
Step four, give me a test to pass
Step five, just let me kick some ass
And that should tell you all you need to know
I could try to draw conclusions now
But I think I’ll find some later
Now I’ve got a few loose ends to tie
And you can tell your principal investigator
Maybe you could stand to give the wild side a try
Step one, put me in danger
Step two, add interesting strangers
Step three, give me the choice to stay or go
Step four, give me a test to pass
Step five, just let me kick some ass
And that should tell you all you need to know
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2. |
A Little Salt
03:22
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Welcome to your future, now it’s time for us to break you
This is gonna hurt but then I promise it’ll make you great
Just you wait
Listen to it long enough it sinks in even faster
Frankly it’s amazing that I lived to get my master’s degree
Before it got me
Well, you can tell me I’m good
You can tell me I’m nice
You can tell me you just said the same thing twice
But I’ll be here with a smile and a song
And a righteous blade that proves you wrong
You can tell me I’m sweet
You can tell me I’m kind
You can try to imply I’m out of my mind
Well I may be sweet, it’s not my fault
Even sugar tastes sweeter with a little salt
Once I got a package with a frame for my diploma
Won’t this look terrific on your wall when you come home again
Just let us know when
Sorry I made other plans, they’re not what you expected
If I had the choice of being happy or protected, well
I think you can tell
You can tell me I’m good
You can tell me I’m nice
You can tell me you just said the same thing twice
But I’ll be here with a smile and a song
And a righteous blade that proves you wrong
You can tell me I’m sweet
You can tell me I’m kind
You can try to imply I’m out of my mind
Well I may be sweet, it’s not my fault
Even sugar tastes sweeter with a little salt
I’m almost done, so tip your fiddle player
When I’m off stage I’m a monster slayer
Everybody knows
The worst monsters wear ordinary clothes
Now I’ve got a mission or at least a good beginning
Time to pick my battles, well I pick the ones worth winning now
Now that I know how
Wearing shining armor puts a target on your back
But there’s no better defense than a good enough attack, I know
How it tends to go
Well, you can tell me I’m good
You can tell me I’m nice
You can tell me you just said the same thing twice
But I’ll be here with a smile and a song
And a righteous blade that proves you wrong
You can tell me I’m sweet
You can tell me I’m kind
You can try to imply I’m out of my mind
Well I may be sweet, it’s not my fault
Even sugar tastes sweeter with a little salt
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3. |
Life Advice
03:55
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My dear young Magdalena
For every mentor comes a day
When our younger self regards us
From the face of a protegé
Perhaps you’ll replicate my failures
That’s not the cause of my distress
It’s both a worry and a boast
When I say what disturbs me most
Is your chance of replicating my success.
My life advice is go on living
Do as I say, not as I do
Though I’m the last who should be giving
This sort of lecture, it’s still true
Though the alternatives are tempting
There isn’t one I can endorse
My life advice is go on living
But in the end, the choice is yours.
I know the prospect is intriguing
I know you find the thought sublime
I know you’d like to do some research
Outside the bounds of mortal time
But there are politics to think of
That go beyond just you and me
I think we both will be annoyed
If I must see that you’re destroyed
Every time I want to ask you in for tea.
My life advice is go on living
Do as I say, not as I do
Though I’m the last who should be giving
This sort of lecture, it’s still true
Though the alternatives are tempting
There isn’t one I can endorse
My life advice is go on living
But in the end, the choice is yours.
Magdalena, don’t mistake me
I cannot tell you what to do
But if you choose to emulate me
I fear I’ll be no help to you
So for now I say keep breathing
Not in a meditative mood
I just mean if you choose undeath
You’ll miss the chance to take a breath
And the other little things like water, sleep, and food.
My life advice is go on living
Do as I say, not as I do
Though I’m the last who should be giving
This sort of lecture, it’s still true
Though the alternatives are tempting
There isn’t one I can endorse
My life advice is go on living
But in the end, my dear young friend,
I must contend the choice is yours.
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4. |
Not Nailed Down
03:40
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Poor little rich girl was not a thing they said about me
But you count up the decisions made without me
And you’ll see if you try that that’s the kind of lie that’s just a little true
Don’t talk to strangers unless they’re in a high tax bracket
Hold your skirt down when you swing your tennis racket
If you had to deal with that all day then maybe you’d have run away too
So how do you fence
The silver spoon from your mouth
And stop them finding out about it way down south?
They can call me a harlot, a liar, a clown
I’m a number of things but I’m not nailed down
There was a scandal they buried fast as I could cause it
When I raided the old family safe deposit
And by the time they even looked, their favorite little crook was far away
With sticky fingers a girl of my exact dimensions
Is an asset to some folks with bad intentions
And whenever there were spoils we spoiled each other rotten all day
So how do you fence
The silver spoon from your mouth
And stop them finding out about it way down south?
Just a word of advice before I come to town
Hide the jewelry and china that’s not nailed down
You can ask, do you do what you do
To drive your mother mad
Well, that means I’d be thinking about her
And that means she’d be glad
So this is me now, perhaps it’s not my finest hour
I’m exhausted, and I could really use a shower
But while I’m here I’ll teach you tricks, you’re lunatics but you’re not dumb
Maybe I’m worried, but I have six schemes in the making
Maybe I’m bankrupt, but there’s so much out there worth taking
And sure, you’re not my normal crowd, but still I’m proud of how far you’ve come
So how do you fence
The silver spoon from your mouth
And stop them finding out about it way down south?
Does the homecoming queen want to retake her crown?
I could say I’ve got plans but they’re not nailed down
Say whatever you want, but I’m not nailed down
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I used to start fires the old fashioned way
Then I could snap my fingers
Now it’s back to plan A
I wouldn’t care except that some things need to burn
I used to say prayers that went into the void
Then you whispered in my ear
I should have been overjoyed
I mean I am - I mean I’ve got a lot to learn
Do you realize who you’ve chosen?
It’s not too late to change your mind
I’ve got no harp
To play your secret chord
I keep the ploughshare sharp
Cause they took my sword
And the right hand open
So the left can attack
That’s what I taught myself
In case you didn’t come back
I used to throw fists right above the belt
Then I took some dirty punches
And I saw how it felt
It wasn’t fun so I quit playing by the rules
I used to think words were as sharp as blades
Till I tried to run the numbers on the wounds they made
I was convinced to go and get some better tools
You can find another champion
I’d do that now if I were you
I’ve got no harp
To play your secret chord
I keep the ploughshare sharp
Cause they took my sword
And the right hand open
So the left can attack
That’s what I taught myself
In case you didn’t come back
Everything is backwards now, forgive my confusion
Could have told you at the start that this would be rough
But if I turn it back around, that’s a full revolution
And a revolution can’t come soon enough
I used to have scars - well, the scars aren’t gone
But I started to keep them hidden
Just so I could move on
But it’s all right if you’d prefer I drop the mask
I used to think you were as good as dead
And it got me into trouble
For the things that I said
I’m sorry now but I’m aware you didn’t ask
I’m so used to signing contracts
A covenant can’t be that bad
I’ve got no harp
To play your secret chord
I keep the ploughshare sharp
Cause they took my sword
And the right hand open
So the left can attack
That’s what I taught myself
In case you didn’t come back
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6. |
Lost and Found
03:26
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How many second chances can you get
Before you know they’re not in short supply
How long can you become your own lost cause
Before you know it’s worth your while to try
Well I’ve been to hell
On a voyage of despair and doubt
The road of good intentions
Was the one that led me out
And now that pagans and apostates
Are the only ones around
I’ve never felt more lost
I’ve never been more found
How long can you go on believing lies
Before the truth is forced to intervene
How long can you repeat the same few prayers
Before you finally realize what they mean
Well I’ve been to hell
On a voyage of despair and doubt
The road of good intentions
Was the one that led me out
And now that pagans and apostates
Are the only ones around
I’ve never felt more lost
I’ve never been more found
I’ll be whatever you need me to be
Do what you need me to do
I’ve already been to the ends of the earth
But this time it’s for you
This time it’s for you
How many people can you throw away
Before one day you see you’re all alone
Well I’ve been to hell
On a voyage of despair and doubt
The road of good intentions
Was the one that led me out
And now that pagans and apostates
Are the only ones around
I’ve never felt more lost
But this time it’s for you
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7. |
Butterfly Girl
03:16
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She’s got a glass-topped box
She’s got a long straight pin
She never thought it was beneath her
To take a little jar of ether
To put her specimens in
She labels everything
In tidy penmanship
And though the solvent makes her nauseous
Without fail she’s always cautious
That the wings don’t rip
She is the butterfly girl
And all the beautiful things
Can’t survive her curiosity
She is the butterfly girl
And to the beautiful things
She is the loveliest monstrosity
She’s coming down the stairs
With her supplies in hand
She sees her father at the table
She thinks of all she’s been unable
To make him understand
And as the years go by
And her collection grows
For every specimen she places
She wants to get a thousand paces
Away from all she knows
She is the butterfly girl
And all the beautiful things
Can’t survive her curiosity
She is the butterfly girl
And to the beautiful things
She is the loveliest monstrosity
At seventeen
Her every sentence is a dissertation
She’s always keen
To share her treasure trove of information
She’s never seen
What passes for a normal conversation yet
She’s got a bag all packed
She says it’s just in case
She wouldn’t have the least objection
To bringing all of her collection
But there’s just no space
She’s got a brand new plan
She’s going to leave by dawn
And by the time he realizes
There’ll be no time for surprises
She’ll be long, long gone
She is the butterfly girl
And all the beautiful things
Can’t survive her curiosity
She is the butterfly girl
And to the beautiful things
She is the loveliest monstrosity
She is the butterfly girl
She is a beautiful thing
Can she survive her curiosity?
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Annie Moriondo Boston, Massachusetts
Annie Moriondo is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from Massachusetts. Her music combines pop melodies with a folk sensibility and an emphasis on storytelling. She cites Vienna Teng, Richard Thompson and Natalie Haas among the artists who have influenced her work. ... more
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