P​.​S. I Love You P​.​P​.​S. We're All Gonna Die (Valentine's Single)

by Laurie Shaw

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Special Valentine's Day treat to all you lovers out there

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Lyrics are thus :::

How do you know you're not a brain in a jar?
You're alone in the dark
Being fed reality
Made to think it's sub-par
And thoughts that don't go that far
Christmases and soap operas
Swirl and distract
And opinions and facts
Keep you in line in your own little mind
Where you're inexplicably trapped

So taking this as real
You're expected to find a mate
Die inside fortnightly
Then casually pro-create
Every month you'll worry
If those contraceptives failed
Will you be retelling this story
When they falsely accuse you and put you in jail?

There's psychology essays
But what's guaranteed?
Does the receptacle agree?
One of the two of you
Is going to die first
Worm's meat or burnt
Unless you're taken out in one fell swoop
In a terrorist coup
Or an asteroid impact
Statistically though, one's bound
To die all alone

Just 'cause they say "I love you"
Doesn't mean they're not sociopathic
Compulsive liars
Or part of some MTV
Hidden camera thing
Evolutionary-wise, we go after our mothers (and dads)
Into the future, guaranteed misunderstandings
And reprimands for what are determined habits
It's not my fault
That characteristics have been Bluetooth-ed to me
My hereditary cynicism's
Necessary
It'll pull me through if you die in a fire without me

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released February 14, 2017

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Laurie Shaw Kenmare, Ireland

Laurie Shaw is a 22 year old Wirral songwriter and producer. He now dwells in Ireland where he records from his mountain retreat surrounded by several large wild cats. He often gigs in Cork and Dublin once. He has released around 57 albums to date (all of which are available on request). Please support Laurie Shaw (a tender pair of breasts) with your money (a bra) ... more

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Track Name: P.S. I Love You P.P.S We're All Gonna Die
How do you know you're not a brain in a jar?
You're alone in the dark
Being fed reality
Made to think it's sub-par
And thoughts that don't go that far
Christmases and soap operas
Swirl and distract
And opinions and facts
Keep you in line in your own little mind
Where you're inexplicably trapped

So taking this as real
You're expected to find a mate
Die inside fortnightly
Then casually pro-create
Every month you'll worry
If those contraceptives failed
Will you be retelling this story
When they falsely accuse you and put you in jail?

There's psychology essays
But what's guaranteed?
Does the receptacle agree?
One of the two of you
Is going to die first
Worm's meat or burnt
Unless you're taken out in one fell swoop
In a terrorist coup
Or an asteroid impact
Statistically though, one's bound
To die all alone

Just 'cause they say "I love you"
Doesn't mean they're not sociopathic
Compulsive liars
Or part of some MTV
Hidden camera thing
Evolutionary-wise, we go after our mothers (and dads)
Into the future, guaranteed misunderstandings
And reprimands for what are determined habits
It's not my fault
That characteristics have been Bluetooth-ed to me
My hereditary cynicism's
Necessary
It'll pull me through if you die in a fire without me