Goose Grooves​!​: Whiz Kid Jams To The Dirt

by Goose Pimple

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05:55
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03:34
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credits

released June 22, 2017

all songs except "Intro," "Toy / Kiss Caramba," and "Good Things" mixed by Matt Maruskin
beunes.bandcamp.com/releases

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synth on "Totaled" and "Harmony" by Milo Talwani
prettyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/pt002-a-couple-carols

sax on "Fugbook 2009" and "Harmony" by Ro Rushton-Green
canedable.bandcamp.com
spewage.bandcamp.com

harp on "Learning To Drive" by Risa Rubin
risarubin.bandcamp.com

piano on "Pink Wall," "Good Things," and "Harmony" by Matt Maruskin

mouth sounds on "Harmony" by Ben Mark
bobbyweinbecker.bandcamp.com

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album artwork by Ellie Tremayne
ellietremayne.com

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also thanks to the above as well as Joel Miller, Amanda Leopold, and Joseph Farago for helping me play these songs live

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Track Name: Intro
Hi! My name is Goose Pimple. This album is dedicated to feeling small—inconsequential, a grape, thinning hair, flimsy tail, embarrassed of your size. Low to the ground, plublic blunder, one click and not two clicks. But also feeling small like in the palm of the warm hand of a living monument, a giant founder stretching its hands, the instruments of its mad and creative love, to the sky. Feeling small like a good pebble, a tchotchke, a ring made out of a coin, a sprig of thyme, a plastic clover, a nibble from a playing card, preferably the joker one. An idea, a tiny hat, a reptile champ. A token, a lovey-dovey glance, an onion swinging from the branch of a tree. A dedication, even, to singing and driving, on your way to a warm house during a wormy night, its lone lit-up window visible from the windshield as an open, rectangular mammoth’s eye, winking as a shadow shimmers past like a distant cymbal finishing its fit
Track Name: Goopy Thing
I know the road's been rocky
Flecked with dirt
Greasy dawn

And my guilt's been kinda stocky
Limber legs
All but gone

But I don't wanna lose you
Not again
That feels wrong

So if sturdy's what you're after
Then I know
I can be
Strong
Strong

Never mind
It's okay
I'm with you
Plain as day

I love you
Goopy thing
I love you
Goopy thing

Now there's no need for disaster
Wake up slick
Lucky logs

Wanna drive around forever
Smoking cigs
Seeing sun

Every lampshade sings with laughter
Ever since
You've been gone

Now if longing's what you're after
Then I know
I can sure
Long
Long

Never mind
It's okay
I'm with you
Plain as day

I love you
Goopy thing
I love you
Goopy thing
Track Name: Clued
Clued in 'gain
Battered humble
Stewed on the main
Get it hunger!

Screwed like when
Stuck a thumber
True to soot gain

Always skirting cusps of despair
Lose my hair
Orgiastic odes to air's heir
Don't you stare

Mad ruse reign
Good goliath
Chumbo looks great
When he's angry

Food for blame
Tarnish shine it
Stood for shame

Keeping left to nav through the days
For sale: maze
Getting on in my scrumbly ways
Can't save face

Clued in 'gain
Battered humble
Stewed on the main
Get it hunger!

Screwed like when
Stuck a thumber
True to soot gain

Always skirting cusps of despair
Lose my hair
Orgiastic odes to air's heir
Don't you stare
Track Name: Spray Chains
Stay sane
Ghostbustin' the hell out of Spain
Throw shade
At all the young bucks in the quay

My angel
Stuff angel

A null arrangement
A null arrangement
A null arrangement

Pay day
Pick up immaterial spade
Give way
To blimp bogus hunks in the grade

My angel
Stay angel'd!

A null arrangement
A null arrangement
A null arrangement
Track Name: Pink Wall
Hit the note
Incorrigible not-so-subtle wall, I know
Is it so?
This miserable architecture flanks the road

Feeling dull and dispossessed
Spending days lying on your chest
Wall turned pink then orange then black
Wall turned pink then orange then black

Let it peel,
The love I had for bodies hardened bone to steel
Am I real?
Wond’ring if it’s contingent on how you feel

As if composed with wind, no chime
I embrace it every time
Wall turned pink then orange then black
Wall turned pink then orange then black

Scattered pigeons blot the languid air
Bitter melodies for the world to share
Swing the gallows, void this open stare
I could love you anywhere but there

But don’t you think about me all the time?
Think about me all the time
Think about you all the time
Think about you all the time
Track Name: The Wild Wang
Mangy long love
The better it is the better it was
It's a sad hound
That keeps his long ears so low to the ground

I'll take my time on my own
I'll take my time on my own
I'll take my time on my own
I'll take my time on my own

Past your hey-day
It's smart to give your silver away
Watch for the thief
That leaves all their hair all over your sheets

I'll take my time on my own
I'll take my time on my own
I'll take my time on my own
I'll take my time on my own
Track Name: Totaled
Please don’t touch me
I can get up
Of my own accord
These legs are tough

But this spirit ain’t
But my body ain’t
But my rug burn ain’t
But this tug worm ain’t

It’s so pretty here
On the side of the road
Here’s an ambulance
That can shoulder my load

But this spirit can’t
But my body can’t
But my rug burn can’t
But this tug worm can’t
Track Name: Fugbook 2009
My face is a fucking mess
Goose Pimple dress to impress
My body is chump change death
Catastrophe in my breath

Or maybe I'm bound for dirt
Like destined for shame pfame gurp
Like slime dribble down my shirt
This nerdling is easily hurt

There's something smelly going on and it's appalling
There's something shitty going on and it's appalling
There's something grimy going on and it's appalling
There's something grody going on and it's appalling

My ankles are so damn fine
Been soaking in two-buck brine
My teeth are out of line
And long since have lost their shine

Remember you called me fat?
I'll never come back from that
I'll never pick up that slack
I'm riddled with frump and lack

There's something smelly going on and it's appalling
There's something shitty going on and it's appalling
There's something grimy going on and it's appalling
There's something grody going on and it's appalling

There's only much I can stomach at once
Need to rest
And sit down for a second

I'm phoning from outer space
Fell in with an alien race
Their anatomy's gelatin-based
Wear formlessness on their face

Can't give up the ghost okay?
I'm all work and never play
Lap up every word you say
Take that to my dying day

There's something smelly going on and it's appalling
There's something shitty going on and it's appalling
There's something grimy going on and it's appalling
There's something grody going on and it's appalling
Track Name: Learning To Drive
Flasky sneaky on the train
Itching pimples on my brain
Sniff to see those blues bloom grey
Blurry lenses lead the way

Pot's a pot
Wart's a wart
Bed's a bed
Door's a door

Moon's a blister on the mend
Stolid guardian distant friend
Toying with a get's got end
Shrug it off, though, why pretend?

Pot's a pot
Wart's a wart
Bed's a bed
Door's a door

Who are you?
Where does this snarling come from?
You looked so good
Before this mirror got broke

My friend Drew loves things to pieces
Follows maps along their creases
Gets you bashed and broke when he says
"Thanks so much, you know I need this."

Fathering a cruel impulse
Given to imposing largesse
Monstered by his feeling bilious
He whimpered, "Please, can you hear this:

I feel wretched, can we drive out to the water?"
Garbled sobbing signal he continued further:
"I feel ugly, can we drive out to the water?"
Dusk eclipsed the road on which our car had stuttered
"I feel anxious, can we drive out to the water?"
Flicking ashes trembling down into the gutter
So I humored him
To the futile dark

"I feel angry, can we drive out to the water?"
Sophocles, he bends his knees in vacant wander
"I feel hungry, can we drive out to the water?"
Eyes alit on vulgar stints on every corner
"I feel needy, can we drive out to the water?"
He touched me, hand on my knee unlike a brother
"I feel nothing, can we drive out to the water?"
And I drove so fast
That I couldn't think
Track Name: Gamers
The best kid on the block
Doesn't own a clock
And keeps time by kicking dust
Ageless as a thought

The patterns on the wall
Refuse to budge at all
A porthole to life in beige
My thoughts are getting grey

'Cause I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
'Cause I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again

A bitter ghoul is better than two
But it still won't do
To have it in the passenger seat
When my worm is trying to eat

The fog gets a pretty bad rap
For being such a brat
But I like the way it sings
And how its ardor chokes my vision

'Cause I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
'Cause I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again

Maybe I get sexy in solitude
But that doesn't feel quite right
When it dances on the edge of a knife

And maybe it's a putty like you and me
It gets high in the stall
And refuses to stick to the wall

About that thing from that night
I wasn't thinking right
I was trying to be a god
But instead I was a spud! (Aw)

I wrote a letter to the prince
Though he's lizard thin
I'm trying to get this thing off the ground
But it's still an awful sound

'Cause I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
'Cause I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
Just to be with you again
Track Name: death@LILYS
A change in marquee is the change for me!

A change in marquee is the change for me
A change in marquee is the change for me
A change in marquee is the change for me
A change in marquee is the change for me

You left me standing
You left me standing
You left me standing
You left me standing

A change in marquee is the change for me
A change in marquee is the change for me
A change in marquee is the change for me
A change in marquee is the change for me

You left me standing
You left me standing
You left me standing
You left me standing
Track Name: The Mome
I've been in this moment before
But feel right as rain
In steeling myself to the floor
This buffeted brain

Can't take no more shit
I'm fucked so bad
Can't take 'nother hit
Or I'll throw in the towel

The anguish at 3:34
With the sun at the jamb
Gives me just enough to be sure
Of how butt-fucked I am

By life's little games
Not good, I'm broke
And stressed and ashamed
Of my bad luck

Even still
The stump has a wisened edge
Flat and built
To withstand an anvil and

Give it up
Nothing happens for a reason
Change is god
Patterned like a bloodshot pupil
Hunger stops
Once I've gorged myself on garbage
Two weeks tops
'Til I blow another gasket

Why am I
Still alone and asking for strangers' guidance and
Always stuck
Between a rock and a hard place a rock and anything
I've been so
Patient with my failure and keep my bitterness
At its bay
A rose with teeth a rose with teeth a rose with teeth a rose

I've been in this moment before
But feel right as rain
Pours into each orifice of
My ruined old brain

It's hard to be sure
Out here in the dark
But that there's the door
And see, no lock
Track Name: Maximalism
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean

filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean

filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean

filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean

filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
filthy but clean
Track Name: Squawk!
Just another criminal
On the run

Sliding down the barrel
Of a warlock's gun

What's the point of distance
From myself?

What's the obfusaction
What's it worth?

I'm benumbed to all
My bad luck

Pull another hair
Off my tongue

What's the point of distance
From myself?

What's the obfusaction
What's it worth?
Track Name: Good Things (Pink Wall reprise)
a Neil Young cassette, miming the Sphynx, giving a friend the money you owed them, barbers, flirting in grade school, the marimba setting on an old synthesizer, days in during the worst weather, sleep delirium, chatterboxes, Christmas without siblings, a cartoon man yawning, a good burning, clumsy paraphrasings of favorite movies, an old ID, divergence, pulling out the tangle, candles that have been rendered useless, taking it to your grave, kicking around a pinecone, a sitcom on a television in the other room, persimmons, calling someone a diamond in the rough, falling while telling an anecdote, cavepeople, yoink, gladiators, a tin can, butting heads with an understanding neighbor, browsing through garbage, pine nuts, a dirty treasure map, the phrase skins versus shirts, fake hands, feeling studious, silent nodding, jonesing for a fix, a turtle that is older than you, four people in a backseat, whimpering, laughing all the way to the bank, when someone introduces themselves as an attorney, a crass janitor, a pig, smiling under a shirt, waving at a falling leaf, ballads, a painting of a volcano, weathering a terrible day, trembling, long showers, wordsmiths, drifting in and out of a stupor in celebration of nothing in particular, flooring it, meeting someone, games where nearly everyone is blindfolded, talking like a surgeon, being naked in a bathroom, succumbing, unintentional rhyming, forgiving yourself, a loser being cute and weird, burgundy, warm lighting, googly eyes on a cotton ball, eating in the early AM, a blushing film_buff, a card with tape on it, getting it right for the first time, a fictional burglar, crashing a meet and greet, bumbling, a soft shoulder, condemning perfectionism, cheap pastimes, sipping out of a beaker, jamming on a beat up sofa cushion, toothpicks, harping on and on about this or that, knowing you do not have to shower alone, a finger painted beach scene, fruit gore, an almanac, two mad scientists who are also best friends, chump change, knowing what an areola is, wallpapering as a favor, Timbuktu, favoriting a tutee, remembering incense, staying afloat, arranging condiments as if they were toy soldiers, working out, happenstance, making the cut, liking the haircut a friend just got, smashing a plate, the domino effect, waiting listlessly outside a theater where a close friend has just performed, taking it all off, listening
Track Name: Harmony
When you left I ran my mouth
About the cicada corpses

Gather in piles on the ground
Of every friendly doorstep

Henry dude where are you now
That the house is trembling empty

I could stand to just get soused
And sleep through Sunday morning

Oh boy
Here it comes
It's the worms

Oh man
What a ruse
Summer blues

Gun is cocked but stowed away
Underneath my brainy pillow

Summer lives another day
Lazing rapt in misting billow

Henry dude I miss your smile
And the way it could distract me

From funny feels and vacant twilit
Afternoons spent dizzy

Oh boy
Here it comes
It's the worms

Oh man
What a ruse
Summer blues