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Watsky & Mody

by Watsky & Mody

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Team Oktopus Nothing but respect Favorite track: Man of Constant Sorrow ft. Dylan Saunders.
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Rory Wright O brother where art thou is my favorite film. And this is my favorite version of the song. This whole album is the tits. Favorite track: Man of Constant Sorrow ft. Dylan Saunders.
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Amanda I dare you to find a better hip hop bluegrass folk rock album. Favorite track: Ghost Party w/ Mieka Pauley.
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Damien Chimes Smart and Fast lyrics over good music. Simply Watsky Favorite track: Mrs. Robinson ft. Danny McClain.
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released February 1, 2012

Produced by Kush Mody and George Watsky
Executive produced by George Watsky
Arranged by Kush Mody
Lyrics written by George Watsky, except where noted
Engineered by Nils Montan
Additional engineering by Steve Valenzuela & Andrew Oedel & Robbie Rowland
Mixed by Andrew Oedel
Mastered by Ricardo Gutierrez for Stadium Red
Album art by Philip Lumbang
Graphic design by Brian Yoon


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George Watsky is a poet, author and hip hop artist.

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Track Name: Mody on the Turnpike
Wow, what a ton of fun i'm sitting on the 101 in traffic and scratching on my ass again I guess it's out of habit cause cause it doesn't itch i fidget and I'm switching my position so my weight is on my left butt cheek

Pissed cause i know my shitty phone is gonna ring again i want to fucking chuck it off an overpass I never want to think about a million little problems and I'm gonna hit ignore because I don't agree that we must speak

cause I gotta get away I know gotta take a break i'm booking a vacation
doesn't matter watcha call it, i'm a total workaholic and I haven't even made the time to have a any relationship in five damn years

moving at the speed of light because I was afraid of living in the dark I always gotta finish what I start although I'm sorry that I didn't do the dishes, I was busy but I'll get em in the morning if the time appears
Track Name: Man of Constant Sorrow ft. Dylan Saunders
Chorus 1
In constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to San Francisco
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was borned and raised)

Verse 1
I'm almost never in the city I was born and bred in anymore but everywhere I tour
I'm repping black and orange
I'm trekking back and forth forgetting what I'm packing for
I have to travel more and add a couple saddle sores
Got these battle scars from riding in the cattle car
you're noshing on some caviar,
I'm gnawing on your apple cores
Mental checklist
You're Mr. International
but last I checked I'm Mr. Continental Breakfast
condiments and checks mix
Condoms but I'm sexless
But I'm optimistic
I'll dismiss my bigger issues
If I fit into some mistress like the long block in tetris
I was roaming in wyoming when the popo were arresting me
i told em questing for my destiny-- Noo
I always end up in detention cause i'm itching
And I'm searching for adventure and each city I go

Chorus 2
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die (die) upon this train
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)

Verse 2
papa is a head doctor. i think he's Socrates
But he can't get my twin brother to want to talk to me
But I rarely try and so it's partly my hipocracy
Got a couple secrets under lock and key as property
manage em like manic depression sparking the brocoli
I'd rather take my lumps display dirty laundry
than pop a pill and stagger through this day like I'm zombie
like I'm some unhappy and unnatural Blondie Abercrombie model with the fakest fucking smile plastered on me
I Might be a sarcastic bastard, but I'm never plastic
And my massacist tendency's
imagining disaster and then mastering its recipe
so I hit the road out of neccessity to stop guarding
And I'll hop out and run if ever my car is not starting
For now I'm not charging
all my meals are business meals
Cause my business is not starving

Chorus 3
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)

Verse 3
4AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in
I've been to every shady old La Quinta Inn in Michigan
Hitting the iginition till I'm stripping off my Michilen's
if you catch me bitching then remind me
it's magnificent my life is
How the struggle's priceless
Cause I got those lovely troubles that you couldn't put a damper on
each unhappy camper on this planet is a champion
If you think you're hopeless and you'll never be like kobe and you
Got an empty mantle case you never in won a trophy man
well you still won that marathon of swimming that fallopian
And I've learned lot I could lose
Cause there's a lot of dead sperm in the socks that I've used
Who would love to be the feet in the socks in my shoes
So better get to walking till those spoiled feet are bruised
and then sow your royal oats till you're growing something new

Chorus 4
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
(That golden California shore)
Track Name: Mrs. Robinson ft. Danny McClain
Verse 1
I just graduated high school
When she graduated Brown
I kicked some game the best I ever laid it down
We played around,
We got official
And when it comes to firsts, like hair, I got a fistful
I said I love you, and I'm pretty sure I meant it truly
She's still the only one I've ever said it too, she
Gave me a fever that I've still got
I find MILFs hot, and I'll scream it from the hilltop
it's not Tomato, tomahto
when it come to Demis, gimme Moore before Lovato
And if you're Demi Moore
And if I'm 24
Well earth's a trillion years old
what's twenty more?
But when we talk I upset your ulcer
increase your pulse or tend to insult your
knowledge I apologize it's the wrong subject
let's not fuck this up by discussing pop culture
Remember Welcome Back Cotter?
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Well I don't
But baby that's why God invented iPhones

Chorus 1
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

Verse 2
you're an old wine, you're a fine cheese
at this rate you'll be Angelina by your nineties
A double dimepiece, freaking siamese
I'm fully legal, people, you can check my IDs
Be damned if I freeze
I'm a la flambe
Jay is Venti pimping but pimping Tall or Grande
He's popping cristal
I'm sipping on some andre
it's been a long day
I want to romance you
soon I plan to
dim all the lights and put on something we can dance to
that doesn't draw attention to my age, like pan flute
So get comfy if you're chafing in that pants suit
It either makes me kinda weird
or some kinda pioneer
but let me dry your tears
if you're peering in the mirror and only see the years you fear appearing in your face instead of Helen Mirren, well it's clear
you look hella nice
A younger fella's
And as sugar for the cougars
I was on Ellen... twice

Chorus 2
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

When I say 'don't get,' you say 'surgery'
Don't get
Don't get
When I say 'age,' you say 'gracefully'
I beg you

Chorus 3
Where have you gone, Poor D'Angelo
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
I don't believe he's left and gone away
Hey hey hey.
Track Name: Ghost Party w/ Mieka Pauley
Verse 1 (Mieka)
Minding my own business
Knock at the door, who is it?
Be right there, one minute
Gotta get up and go get it
Got white hair, eyes all crazy
Now most madmen don't faze me
But these guys, I'll admit it, got me scared we're finished

The scientists proved we're all gonna die
They got charts and equations, the how and the why
You did not invite em and neither did I
But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die

Poetry section 1
Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high school
They don't recognize any of these new kids
The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new posters on the walls
When I'm trying to get to get bed
I start thinking about endings
And instead of simply counting trying to sleep
I'm counting down
I'm sacrificing sheep
At parties
I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for
I think I'm supposed to find another person here
when I smoke too much weed
And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me
And maybe they are
And I'm not crazy
And the spirit of every bastard who ever had a drink in this place is back for old times' sake
Maybe there's a million of them
having their own party beside us
and they're staring
thinking, "Look at all those lonely, solid people
Pretending to check their cell phones
Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive
At the end of her life
She didn't know one person left in her own age
God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs
You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little longer
But you'll never win that way

Verse 2 (Mieka)
I go do my laundry
Those dogs are right behind me
Get lost in some party
Those creeps will always find me
Who are they? What is this?
I mind my own damn business
Always there to remind me all about their findings


Poetry 2
You're telling me a little vodka could kill me?
How do you even know it's there?
it's so still you can see right through it
well you can see through me too,
said the ghost
and I'm here
You know because you can feel me
And that makes sense
Because I'm too fucked up to be skeptical right now
You get drunk and start believing in things
Like that shapes and even better shapes
Like that a night with some stranger's gonna make you happy
the only people brave enough for suicide are the cowards
We're all looking out of the corner of our eyes
For where to go next
Like "this party sucks, there must be someplace better"
the ghosts, they know we're thinking like chumps. they know it's not important who we go home with tonight.
Partly cause they can't generate friction, so they can't have sex
But mostly because party is right here
And it's the best party ever
I mean look bro, ben franklin is making out with marie curie
Fucking classic, Reagan's doing his falling out the window bit again,
Casper can't even hold his liquor
It goes right through him
You never seen smoke rings until you've seen a Ghengis Khan hit the hookah
Chris Farley'll even let you use him as a vaporizer bag if you ask real nice
Our eyes are little projectors
Life's a drive-in movie theater and my grandma needs a ride

I don't want to go
The way they say
If I gotta go let it be my way (X4)

Track Name: Mody at the Divebar
Verse 1
what up
put your
feet up

I don't
Want to
Be the
guy to
say the night is over when it just got great
take a
load off
and your
coat off

how do ya
do, do ya
wanna get stupid cause
we're gonna go bigger than the
lone star state

if you're dedicated to your celebrating then you'll have another and another and another and another and a hundred more

I'm making some friends
and I bet the game is intense but
i wasn't paying attention
i wonder
what's the score

break some bread
shake them dreads

yo mama said I'm awesome and I'm hot because I'm rocking like a boss the way I'm popping off a bottletop

the amount of beer was breathtaking
In the morning when waking
if i get a headache I'm
getting out of bed, naked
and i'm gonna stagger to the kitchen and i'll have a bit of bread and water then i'm heading
back to sleep


Verse 2
lift your mug
or sippy cup
unless you're gonna cut a rug
get it get it get it get it thug
do your thing
get it get it get it get it thug
do your thing
get it get it get it
get it get it get it get it thug
do your thing

some men drink and overdose
some drink and go comatose
some they drink and drink and drink until the meet the holy ghost

ditch the ropes
play the field
But don't ever take that wheel
If you had the break the seal
if you meet the devil you can make that deal

never gonna be alone with everyone around me and i know i got a bounty I'm a lucky mothertrucker
Other people got the riches but i bit a liquid and a bunch of people here to help me drink and play

settle up the tab
then when you're paid up
order up a cab
cause it's gonna save ya
maybe you'll be getting lucky with some loving but i've got a feeling I'll rubbing what the good lord gave ya

(maybe I'll be getting lucky with some loving but i've got a feeling I'll rubbing what the good lord gave)

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