(The following is a version of Bo Burnham's That Funny Feeling written for a live performance that probably won't happen.)
Hocus pocus, I can’t focus, guess I’ll do a song If you know the words already, please don’t sing along ‘Cus I went and rewrote ‘em, now I’ll quote ‘em, brand-new prose The chorus bit is coming up, and this is how it goes
There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling
Church of Euthanasia, aphantasia, grand design Living hard or hardly living, where do you draw the line? Karmic retribution, evolution, antifreeze Giving head while standing up, then crying on your knees Manmade freak of nature, binging Frasier, sniffing glue Icarus did ecstasy, and look how high he flew Fake McMansion pillars, ladykillers, carpet bombs Daoist stickers on the vans of white suburban moms
There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling
Skinheads, schizoids, hooligans, pervs and SROs Punks and yuppies, monks and duppies, tidy little rows Corporate branded matches, army patches, CSI Omorashi, omophagy, Story of the Eye Born years after 9/11, I’m already through Kill myself at 27, hey, Kurt, how are you? I can see forever, aren’t I clever, Hashtag Blessed Damn, these ends are meaner than I ever could have guessed
There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling
Christopher E. Hansen, Access Manson, Bernie Dohrn Elon Musk v. Zuckerberg, 4K VR porn “La guerre a-t-elle vraiment lieu?”, Hanahaki, Lebensraum $20 Marxist shirts from Redbubble.com Overdose on melatonin, Edward Cullen fics Glasgow smile, kinda sullen, January 6 Dreading your existence, but you wouldn’t steal a car It’s just a burning memory, I wonder where you are
There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again, that funny feeling That funny feeling
Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon, you wait Hey, what can you say? Thought I was over you But it'll be over soon, just wait Sku-bu-dah, sku-bu-dah, sku-bu-dah-uh-uhm Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon, you wait Sku-bu-dah, sku-bu-dah, sku-bu-dah-uh-uhm Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon, you wait Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon, you wait Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-dum Hey!
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I was forged in the fires of ambition And I will drown in an ocean of my pride
When I take that unplugged mic and stand up on that empty stage I'll throb with avarice and indolence and innocence and rage Who am I if not a sinner, not a savage, not a sage? Just another dead thing walking at your side
My art is anaerobic and it burns beneath the light My vision's hyperopic, out of mind and sight I've got Shaolin on my left side and Charybdis to my right My future's buzzing clean fluorescent white
My insides on the outside, now my gut is spilling rot I'm Roland Barthes, I'll kill the goose, I'm perishing the thought; that is, That that is is that that is not is not Is that it? Is that all that this is?
Well, Connie left the house one evening, ‘74 She was fifty years old when she walked out the door And this empty fucking planet does me no good anymore I want to disappear, I want to disappear, I want to disappear
Oh, ooh-oh-oh, you’ve lived a life now And I’m sure you’ll die a very pretty death as well The sky displayed a dismal gray, Mount Rubidoux, the other day The colors fade, the colors fade, Lake Arrowhead, A Perfect Day
I cannot leave, I cannot stay The sky just screams and falls away God knows if I knew God could pray, I wouldn’t wish another day of this Oh, but Leelah wasn’t free, (k)no(w), it gets better, it gets better, it gets better, it gets better, it gets better
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I just turned fourteen years old, I feel like I could cry And by the day I turn fifteen then I will surely die Because I lie to other people, and I’m lying to myself The day my brain stops churning is the day I burn in hell
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, oh! You’ll really miss me when I’m gone You’re gonna miss my petty crimes And you’ll sure miss my half-assed rhymes You’ll really fucking miss me when I’m gone
Pier Paolo went like Augustine, de Sade he went to mass And Albert went at sixty-five with needles up his ass Sure, he swore to Satan, but you know Richie still feared God Lola met with Ludovico, Rousseau was shocked and awed
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, oh! You’ll fucking miss me when I’m gone You’ll miss my mind, you’ll miss my art You’ll miss the way I fell apart You’d really better miss me when I’m gone
May God runneth me over with the front wheel of my car And may He brutalize my body with a great big metal bar And may I never fade so fast, and may I never fall too far And may I burn up in the atmosphere, a shooting falling star
I’ll forge a fortune forging fortunes in unfortunate reprise And then I’ll reinvest the profits into plastic surgeries The scalpel slashes both my cheeks, performs a hemicorporectomy They call me Miss Dahlia, I’m so pretty, look at me!
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, oh! You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone They’ll say I died just like I lived I’ll know I took just like I give You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
A victim of the modern age, be still, my bleeding heart And hate is holding me together, love is tearing us apart The angels play a symphony, the key of C, it hurts my head If I just lay here dying, then I may well end up dead
When I'm gone, when I’m gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere Oh, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone
There Is No place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone And you won't find me singing on this song when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone My pen won't pour a lyric line when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
I guess I’ll have to do it while, guess I’ll have to do it while I’m I’ll have to do it while I’m, while I’m Here
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