Baby Jesus speaks like Yoda 👶🏻 (lyrics and music by Nik List)
LYRICS
I’m a creature of habit
A teacher, preacher and a maggot
Absurd theater, twitching in the casket
I switch my jacket when I’ve had it
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Values, I once had some that I’ve now lost
Values are like shoes, I lose ones I don’t use
Why hang on to rules when all is lost?
I chill on late stage civilization vibes
Fate of our situation or karma of our crimes?
Is it still speculation if we see all the signs?
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I know what I do and what I don’t want
I don’t flaunt, I don’t taunt,
When the wind blows,
My ghosts come through the window to haunt
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I’m a name, a subject and a verb
My game keeps me ahead of the curve
I sunder bland concepts people parrot
I don’t understand evil or merit
The notion of land, the notion of deserve
My slogan’s ‘objects, not empty words’
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I thrive on disenchantment and resilience
I drive on a tangent for I see nothing serious
Grime my face, I laugh like the Joker
Can’t follow my pace? I’ll take time and speak slower
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Here’s a language’s dead to degenerate times
From the naked ape with a twisted spine,
Damage and toil gave me my sinner’s oath
I manage my turmoil and my inner growth,
Lo and behold, I can even do both
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Now, try this
Take a deep breath and tell me
Is life comic or is it tragic?
Is the world insane or is it ecstatic?
My train of thought seems erratic
That’s why I train my mind to be static
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I took that deep breath and I said,
God bless the Buddha, Dalai Lama, Gautama, Siddharta
I don’t need glasses to read my dharma,
Don’t need Benzene to clean my chakra
Or even caffeine to wean me from karma
I watch mental trauma like reruns of a melodrama
A soap opera, a telenovela brought to you by Coca Cola
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I’m transcendent and immanent,
Pervading and pervasive
Call me decadent, call me abrasive
Do I really care?
Cover your ears if you find me invasive
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Here’s my podcast of sorrow, now please unfollow,
Unfriend, cancel, unsubscribe
Don’t need sponsors, and my ego don’t take bribes
What is art for? Don’t need more digital whores
Haven’t we addressed this question before?
I say we throw social validation out the door
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I see the future with humor, it’s all obscene
Consumerists commodified the crime scene
Brains running on dopamine,
Brainwashed by screens
Braindead kids before they came of age
Bury them in a digital cage,
Throw away the key and just turn the page
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Baby Jesus speaks like Yoda
A fetus and a yoga
A genius and a soda
Baby Jesus cuts to the coda
Seizes life as he walks
Baby Jesus eats granola from the box
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My days are for words, my nights are for rhymes
I’d rather watch birds than read the New York Times
I twist and shout, I gaze, I live with verve
I live out the final days of the human herd
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