Old School - The John Spinnaker Project

Here is a special treat for you guys! 

I know it's been awhile since I've even uttered the sentence "The John Spinnaker Project" but I thought it's about time that I dug up the lyric book for our " 7 Reasons You Wont Like This EP" 

I took the liberty to scan a few of the pages, and in the case it's not legible I have summarized the songs for you! aha I hope you enjoy this, it's our little secret!

#2

Sealed in a Bag, in a Bag, in a Bag

Can you create castles in the clouds

With stones found in the water

Into Twist-Flip we Propel

In the Corner of your Eye

I can see Pyramids of Energy

This place of Comfort is falling apart

If you feel Groovy, Then lets see a Movie

I'll Give you a Kiss, It's Hit or Miss

Zeitgeist Escapes Fichu

No matter what I throw up

Nothings as Vile as you

You Fuck Ing Librarian Dont

Tell Me To Lower My Voice Bitch

I will wear your skin for Halloween

And when peo ple ask ( Your an )

Tell them im a mistake ( Exter )

Your tears turn me on ( Minator of Optimism )

You dark little weep doll ( A Prostitute of Obsession )

Fast Food!

Did I Mix Things Up I

Did I Mixed Things Up Oh

Hun I Mixed You Up I

Did I Mix You Up Oh

Hun I Mixed You Up

Frequent Monster Swap ( Don't Slap Me )

You know I've always found myself

Sick to my stomache with the infection of your clique

Fuck you, Fuck you!

The way you twist things into chaos

It's a never ending shitshow

of your I've got this all figured out and your supposed

Enlightenment draped in thick curtains of confusion

You will not recognize these things caught up in your candy coated dream whatever

the choices that i've witnessed

infuse me with a replenished

love for hating!

don't talk to me! don't think about me!

you will become another forgotten face!

TK + DG = Foam Fiesta

It's my primal instinct ( to want to )

touch your reproductive organs

you better be crying for this is my victory

my semen is more viscous than yours

your uterus contains the fluid of a thousand screaming virgins

and victory is sweet

you are on fire

running through the woods

from the man

running and running as fast as you can

like a bland trivial waste, oh yeah your really on fire

see degradation at slow pace, a congestion

so do you feel content there is foam

seeping from your orifice like a warm ocean tide

while i pleasure myself you realize this is the definition of irony

the grass is never greener on the other side

i've lost my love for everything

P@RTY4EVA

my eyes shake

your eyes shake

seeing slow and detached

fuck those birds pecking at my bodies

participating in judge-fest 2008

you wish to be and indie girl but i ( know your all the same )

twice the size on mirrors ( now thats a fucking party )

social decay ( develops )

i see it forming ( in my school )

sometimes i throw up all over myself

na na na na na na nan na na na nan na

substitute reality with the truth

if you have lost / don't own a copy of this,
grab a temporary digital download from: mediafire