Get Real, Amigo

by The Cozyrs

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We've been doing this for about 20 years. So this album is really 20 years in the making. Hard to believe, eh? You're probably thinking you could've done this in a mere fortnight, but that's bullshit, and we both know it. Your head would've exploded trying to screech some of the notes that Mark does. He has to wear a special helmet just to keep his skull from fracturing. Do you have a special helmet? Probably not. If you do, I bet it's not the good kind like Mark's. It's probably the kind that keeps you from jamming your fork into your head when you eat. That's right, I said it.

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released 31 October 2011
All tracks written and performed by Mark Abbey / Fab Claxton

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The Cozyrs Oshawa, Ontario

TYPE OF MUSIC: Fudge
LOCATION: Oshawa, Ontario, Canada
YEARS IN ACTION: 20
THREAT LEVEL: Maximum

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Track Name: The Emperor Has No Clothes
I got skin care
I got iPod
I got a car that goes faster than God

I got my Twitter
I got my twat
I got more Facebook friends than you got

I got a bald spot - and it's so serious
I got a bimbo - and she's delirious
Yeah the world's got problems, but don't look at me
Just last Christmas, you know, I asked for world peace

Everyone's afraid to say that the Emperor's got no clothes

We're closing in on perfection
We're closing in on perfection
We're closing in...
We're closing in...

We're having so much fun
With a capital F. U.
Hey, mom, look at me
Track Name: Alone In A Crowd Of Thousands
Well I'm all alone in a crowd of thousands
And the drinks are humming in my head
I think tonight I should've stayed at home
Instead of mimicking the living dead

And I'm pushing and I shove
And I'm watching from above
And I'm swimming - and I'm swimming
And I'm swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, etc.

Well I'm all alone in a crowd of thousands
And the drinks are humming in my head
I think tonight I should've stayed at home
Instead of mimicking the living dead

And I'm fishing with no hook
Empty mind - open book
And I'm sinking in the blue lights
Because they can't can't can't spin this room any faster

Well I'm all alone in a crowd of thousands
And the drinks are humming in my head
I think tonight I should've stayed at home
Instead of mimicking the living dead
Track Name: Breakfast Of Champions
Sometimes he could feel himself
Somewhere at the top of his mouth
Like he was in a room looking through eyes
Pushing all the buttons and pulling all the strings
Making his machine twitch this way and that

He could feel the dead weight
Of his skull as it moved and it chewed and it blinked and it rotate
On his neckbone
In the cockpit he found himself born into
"Dying," he thought "must be no different than needing………

"A new car, a new car, a new car, a new car"

Sometimes he could see himself
Somewhere his immaterial core
Right through his eyes, right through his face
Looking through skin and looking through bone

He could see on the inside
He was infinite as the universe was on the outside
In the ether, in the starlight that burns inside us all.
And his eyes popped, and his jaw dropped
And for the first time he knew what we really are

We really are, we really are we really are

Why should I die with tears in my eyes?
I hope when I die I have the balls to die laughing
Why should I die with tears in my eyes?
I hope when I die I have the balls to die laughing

He's thinking as he's sinking in the quicksand of his consciousness
That I am you and you are me, the difference - just geography
I'm locked in here, you're locked in there, our eyes - our only enemies
This chasm only stretches inches - let go and you'll see

"A new car, a new car, a new car, a new car"

Why should I die with tears in my eyes?
I hope when I die I have the balls to die laughing
Why should I die with tears in my eyes?
I hope when I die I have the balls to die laughing
Track Name: Cyclone
Sometimes
He could
Feel his own
Cyclone
Inside his body
Unbreakable energy

He laughed out cyclones
He spat out tornadoes

He rode the storm energy
Uncontrollable energy

They cheered
Revered
For his own cyclone
He played for the world to see
Unbreakable energy

He laughed out cyclones
He spat out tornadoes
He danced on storm energy
Uncontrollable energy

Scream and moan
And break my bones
This beautiful victim
Of chemistry

Now he's
Full-grown
He's lost his
Cyclone
Inside his body
There's nothing but empty

He laughed out cyclones
He spat out tornadoes
Devoured by storm energy
uncontrollable energy
Track Name: A Thousand Lives In A Lifetime
A man can live a thousand lives in a lifetime
If he watches enough TV
Now he's Donald, now he's Tila, now he's singing for America
And all of this on just basic cable channel 3

Television sedatives help him sleep - sleep
Through a life that makes him want to weep - weep
But then - just as he's fading
Pop pop pop! Go the cameras - pop pop pop! On the screen

He's just seen an angel step into the light
So turn it up, turn it up
She's speaking straight through the screen to him
So zip it up, zip it up

He's knows it's not real but then again he's not sure
But she's so God-damned beautiful he don't care anymore
Behind's him just a sofa but in front a radiant screen
He knows exactly where's he going - inside to dance with his queen

He's slipped into a world of waking sleep
Don't wake him up - don't wake him up
She's opening her mouth - she's starting to speak
So listen up - listen up

I will be your family
I'll give you love; I'll keep you happy like nobody else will
And I will show you the world
I'll do it up in black and white like you wanted to see it

So you and me and everybody
Can come together as one under an HD sky
You're the ying to my yang; you're the six to my nine
I'll turn all of your nights into days
I'll build you a whole world of cliches
That controller in your hand works both ways
Track Name: They Said We'd Be Stars
My pecs, my pecs - look at the size of my neck when I flex
I'm complex - so complex - hear my piercings jingle when I text
Rebel against suburbs - rebel and complain
Cookie-cutter rebels all conformed in the brain
My pecs, my pecs - look at the size of my neck when I flex

How'd you do it? How'd you get that hair?
How'd you get it all to stay up there?
How'd you do it? How'd you get that hair?
How'd you - how'd you, how'd you, how'd you get that hair?

A contest, a contest - to see whose life can leave the prettiest mess
God bless, God bless - king of the castle at recess

How'd you do it? How'd you get that hair?
How'd you get it all to stay up there?
How'd you do it? How'd you get that hair?
How'd you - how'd you, how'd you, how'd you get that hair?

They told us to get high - they said to drop out
They said we'd be stars - they said to practice our pout

My pecs, my pecs - look at the size of my neck when I flex
I'm complex - so complex - hear my piercings jingle when I text
Rebel against suburbs - rebel and complain
Cookie-cutter rebels all conformed in the brain
My pecs, my pecs - look at the size of my neck when I flex

How'd you do it? How'd you get that hair?
How'd you get it all to stay up there?
How'd you do it? How'd you get that hair?
How'd you - how'd you, how'd you, how'd you get that hair?
Track Name: Spun Around Wrong
Oooh, you got me spun around wrong
Got my head all backwards, feel like egg foo yong
Yeah, you got me twisted like Dee Snider
Feel the gap inside my head opening wider

Flashing blues
Flashing reds
Flashing hues
Inside my head

You got me reeling
Flash of white, fade to black
I never would've guessed
Your angle of attack

Oooh, you got me spun around wrong
Got my head all backwards, feel like egg foo yong
Yeah, you got me twisted like Dee Snider
Feel the gap inside my head opening wider

Broken fuse
Cracked up inside
My eyeballs ooze
My spit's all dried

And you don't see
How much I relive
If I hurt you
That I can't forgive

Oooh, you got me spun around wrong
Got my head all backwards, feel like egg foo yong
Yeah, you got me twisted like Dee Snider
Feel the gap inside my head opening wider
Track Name: Special Mario
Yeah we like our food pre-chewed
Give me more dat baby food
Mouth along to all the hits
Close your head and shake your tits
Hear this song ten times a day
Wouldn't have it any other way

We just can't stop tuning in
'Cause we're told we can't resist
You just keep pumping your shit
And we'll keep pumping our fist

Here comes another big one
Here comes another big one
Can't get this shit out of my head

Yeah we like our food pre-chewed
Give me more dat baby food
Send the masses into fits
Bathe in lights, bask in the glitz
We just can't stop tuning in
'Cause we're told we can't resist
Turn off your mind, give it a rest
You know the D.J. knows what's best