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

by Goose Pimple

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Leah
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Leah Hahaha, Goopy!! Best stuff for real
Night Beach
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Night Beach Goose Pimple has such a good sense of tact, but at the same time the songs feel really free and unbounded Favorite track: Spray Chains.
Marla Masha Mary
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Marla Masha Mary everyone who enjoys sunshine and rain in substantial yet slightly dissonant amounts should listen to this
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1.
Intro 01:19
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
2.
Goopy Thing 04:26
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
3.
Clued 05:55
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
4.
Spray Chains 03:34
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
5.
Pink Wall 03:24
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
6.
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
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8.
Totaled 03:25
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
9.
Fugbook 2009 03:02
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
10.
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
11.
Gamers 04:44
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
12.
death@LILYS 03:54
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
13.
The Mome 03:35
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
14.
Maximalism 02:13
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15.
Squawk! 04:36
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?
16.
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
17.
Harmony 05:30
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

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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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