Bored Games

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1.
Morning Sex 03:37
(V1) You wanna sleep some more And of course you could But I’ve got blue balls And a case of the morning wood Can’t blame me for Being in a horny mood I’ve got the fortitude For four minutes of porking you I’m talking 4 sessions Each 60 seconds I practice what I preach When I’m teaching lessons I’m a two pump chump The moment the sun comes up Yet I'm wide awake and I need A taste of your love There’s little time to waste As I’m grazing my tongue Across your private place Even though I’m so hung ..over and numb Barely sober at sunrise I'll still push this envelope Between your young thighs (Chorus x2) It’s a beautiful morning and we’ve reached the end of the week (I've got) Two cups of coffee and you’re laying right next to me I wanna turn your drowsiness into ecstasy Baby won’t you wake up and have sex with me? (End Chorus x2) (V2) I’ll catch ya before your sober From the night before Light the torch.. Right before the puke comes up I’m Michael Moore Fahrenheit 9/11ing Your spinal cord Staring deep into your eyes Like a dinosaur Mr. T-Rex says, There’s no need to get dressed Let’s skip the shower and have sex instead You’ll to do the work But I’ll supply breakfast I love watching your bedhead Bob around as I get head The butter minus the toast Is what I’m serving inside of your throat An aftertaste of bourbon From like last night As I explode My abode Pulls your heartstrings And once I strike the final note You'll know this no dream.. (Chorus x2) It’s a beautiful morning and we’ve reached the end of the week (I've got) Two cups of coffee and you’re laying right next to me I wanna turn your drowsiness into ecstasy Baby won’t you wake up and have sex with me? (End Chorus x2)
2.
(V1) I like to think of Lucy As an anomaly Elusive, cute kitten When she wants to be Yet she's awfully noisy On most mornings While I’m brushing my teeth I’m yelling, “get off of me!” There's a beauty in that beast Yet it's hard to see it Once she retreats Under the couch it’s Painful... Litter box is still stained, Shameful, Little brained individual Not so minuscule She's kind of a runt With a meticulous name Born six-six-0-six Gingery frame Still a kitten.. At 8 years of age "Lucy-Fur" To own her Is like hell in a hand basket A basket-filled with hell, Hell-ridden Hell-driven kitten Until new water is given Then she’s quiet… Shhh… Don’t dare wake her I find solace in the silence… (Chorus) Finally… I’m All…Alone… Gonna take a big DUMP On the couch Roll around Chase the mouse Hack it up in the sink The kitty litter’s startin’ to stink… That's right I don't know if you're ever comin’ home… Now I found a big pile Of your socks Toilet paper Building blocks Now I'm taking hits of (cat)nip And reality's startin' to slip.. That’s right, I said reality’s startin' to slip That’s right, I said reality’s startin' to slip... (End Chorus) (V2) Some cats are cray... Listen up, dog lovers If you’ve never owned a tabby You wouldn’t understand… You think your dog’s a handful? Try living with with a feline Whose paws resemble The upper-hand… You pick up poop And have to walk ‘em While I weekly scoop A litter-laid, defecated coffin Sifting through the sediment Coughing From the smell of my residence Hesitant guests walk in Breaths of ammonia… Suggest at the very least That I’m a bad cat owner Each step is so, “yuck”... I become a paleontologist Extracting stool-shaped donuts Can't you tell the distinction… Between the fresh dog stink And the cat smell of extinction? This petrified, cat pee Has me... Wishing for a dog Not an adopted kitten... (Chorus) Finally… I’m All…Alone… Gonna take a big dump On the couch Roll around Chase the mouse Hack it up in the sink The kitty litter’s startin’ to stink… That's right I don't know if you're ever comin’ home… Now I found a big pile Of your socks Toilet paper Building blocks Now I'm taking hits of (cat)nip And reality's startin' to slip.. That’s right, I said reality’s startin' to slip That’s right, I said reality’s startin' to slip... (End Chorus) (V3) Look, I love her to death... But she’s one, untamed, Stubborn, son of a bitch Never satisfied All cunning and quick Once I decide To go to work She starts Running her lips, like Pet me... RIGHT MEOW Feed me…. RIGHT MEOW Don't tease me... When the lights go out Leave me be Wait, PET ME No, no, DON’T TOUCH ME! This mini-me Can never make up her mind Play, pet Or lay around All lazy Orange hairs cover My apartment Igniting my allergies And making My vision hazy It's kinda bullshit The way she plays me Crying and whining This misfit it crazy My contemplation of this shit, lately Have I adopted a cat or a human baby? (Chorus) Finally… I’m All…Alone… Gonna take a big dump On the couch Roll around Chase the mouse Hack it up in the sink The kitty litter’s startin’ to stink… That's right I don't know if you're ever comin’ home… Now I found a big pile Of your socks Toilet paper Building blocks Now I'm taking hits of (cat)nip And reality's startin' to slip.. That’s right, I said reality’s startin' to slip That’s right, I said reality’s startin' to slip... (End Chorus)
3.
(V1) He speaks, "bleep, beep, bop!" Off to do the dishes While I’m asleep, he’s not He’s too ambitious Cleaning the litter box With a voodoo diligence Who knew filaments Could construct such willingness? Folding socks, And hanging clothes With no qualms I give him high-fives Even though He has no palms When I’m in a bad mood He plays a program Of slow songs He’s partitioned And conditioned To do no wrong I built him so strong… With the finest of pistons Three legs, two arms And a kind disposition My roommates before Never liked to listen Barcoding him onto my lease Was the best decision (CHORUS) He doesn't talk back... He’s always on track... He never lies, steals, Nor combats... Made of wires & steel, He’s all that He’s my crew-mate Never two-faced Robot roommate (CHORUS END) (V2) He doesn't pass judgment... Even when the rug's lint Clogs up his wheels He rolls with the punches He does such justice Entertaining amongst friends With his comedy setting And other various functions Made of polycarbonate And Tungsten He is far from fake When attending a luncheon He’ll cut up your steak While you’re Busy munchin’ Then later clean your plate And keep the Gin-Fizzy’s comin’! He’s a programmatic gentleman… With no static, bad habits, nor Lack of intelligence... Lacking a heartbeat Part me, part machine.. With the sum of his parts He's “the life of the party” (CHORUS) He doesn't talk back... He’s always on track... He never lies, steals, Nor combats... Made of wires & steel, He’s all that He’s my crew-mate Never two-faced Robot roommate (CHORUS END) (V3) He speaks, “Blip, bip, beep” Off to fold the sheets Doing laundry Is hardly a chore for me While I count sheep, asleep, He explores and cleans He’s “more than meets The eye…” It’s galore to see.. Him open any door Accordingly To the way I coded him As a noted friend He’s sworn to be My life-mate, My life-coach, Those primates, in my past Just gasp once Him and I approach So, here’s a toast To this astromech nomad Over a synthetic, aesthetic Tech-savvy slo-jam So I say, “Hey bro-ham,” (blips and beeps and stuff) “Command Mode, Dance Program!”
4.
Sexting 03:34
(V1) Sexting... It’s the next best thing To physical contact Whimsical want ads Are depressing.. That’s why I contract My smart phone And start the night alone Undressing... Caressing myself And my virtual keyboard Expressing my wealth Of verbiage... BE WARNED! I can do what I please Once conversation seems sore Converting my pleas Into a Plesiosaur Bringing words back from the dead EXTINCT! Typing, idling Even though my BREATH STINKS She’ll never smell it From my grill as I expel it I can form-aldehyde My pride By auto-check-spellin' it “Boobs” become “Broods” “You” becomes “Used” “Slap” becomes “Scrap” And I leave her confused Her “Kiss” becomes “Crisp” And “Tits” become “This” WTF? How does “Penis” Become “Phoenix?” These wrists Are well trained In more ways than one Left hand on my phone Right hand on my junk I’m the middle man between our two data plans I’ll use a semi-colon And a parenthesis To make her RANDY (Chorus) There's something that turns me on Hands are shaking, it won't be long I sent a text but babe it sure is getting late Don't keep me up all night You know just what i like Proper punctuation and strong emot-ication Nothing better than what we've got One and one, you do the math And I can hit on you while I sit on my ass. (End Chorus) (V2) Things are gettin' hot and heavy I’m stocked up a with a straight chub Cocked and ready In my basement rocking a face-plug Tossing confetti Once I climax I’ll bust A lot of spaghetti I'm a slave to the smart phone Instagramming A picture speaks A thousand words And my hands are clammy "Touch sensitive" Has to stand for something The text that she hands me Has me handy, get it!? Yeah I took thurr It's a party up in hurr Her messages Straight stand up my fur The steam on the mirror Reminds me of her curves Read the sign on the door DO NOT DISTURB.. (Chorus) There's something that turns me on Hands are shaking, it won't be long I sent a text but babe it sure is getting late Don't keep me up all night You know just what i like Proper punctuation and strong emot-ication Nothing better than what we've got One and one, you do the math And I can hit on you while I sit on my ass. (End Chorus)
5.
Road Rules 04:11
(V1) Ah, the birds are chirping It’s just an average Monday I can’t wait to start working But first things first At the break of dawn I’m thirsty For a raw egg Submerged in powdered protein As I stumble past the mirror I see stubbled calves Thinking that's something I should take care of.. So as a great display I embrace the day Shave my legs And draw a bubble bath Ah, now that’s the right combo Naked in my condo Looking like a hairless cat.. Flexing, My reflection’s vexing Calves are so smooth I can see 'em glaring back Saying, "You’re the next Lance Armstrong No one would know the difference Between a pear And your ass" "Screw putting A pair of pants on... You're an athlete At the track meet, Top of your class..." Wiggling into spandex, Slipping ankle socks on Admiring my outfit, Advertisement of a Nascar Filling my fanny pack With granny snacks The helmet strap snap! Marks a plan of attack I’m a man of the moment Not a man of the past Aerodynamic as an arrow, Narrow and fast Thin as a scarecrow Flyer than a sparrow My ponytailed hair blows In the wind as I roll past (CHORUS) I ride TWO wheels, You ride FOUR, We’re both egotistical.. Meek and fickle... No matter the audience We’re both eyesores On our high-horse Whether CAR or BICYCLE You ride FOUR wheels, I ride TWO, We’re both egotistical Meek and fickle.. You don’t like ME And I don’t like YOU Same road, same fools Not abiding by the same rules (END CHORUS) (V2) Ah, the birds are chirping... It’s just an average Monday I can’t wait to start working But first things first At the break of dawn I’m thirsty For a Starbucks coffee, And a swish of Listerine As I stumble past the mirror I see a stubbled neck.. Thinking that's something I should double-check .. Before I make my way I razor blade away the grey And apply some “Just For Men" Now this suit and tie combo Make’s me a tight honcho With a cologned, Lustful scent Flexing, My reflection’s vexing My collar's so starched It’s like I’m dressed for a wedding.. From my cufflinks To this designer tie No one'll know the difference Between me and Barry White I’m "never gonna give you up,” my ride Fully detailed, warmed up, And waiting outside Wiggling into wingtips Slipping driving gloves on Admiring my outfit, Feeling "Bomb-beta-dot-com" So manly, dapper With my uncanny swagger Ready to hit the road With a plan to attack her I’m a man of the moment Not a man of the “past-ure" Feeling golden With a selfie to capture The fact that I’m wealthy, Healthy and happier Than any bi-pedalling, Fixed gear actor... (CHORUS reversed) I ride FOUR wheels, You ride TWO, We’re both egotistical Meek and fickle.. You don’t like ME And I don’t like YOU Same road, same fools Not abiding by the same rules You ride TWO wheels, I ride FOUR, We’re both egotistical.. Meek and fickle... No matter the audience We’re both eyesores On our high-horse Whether CAR or BICYCLE (END CHORUS) (V3) Whenever there’s a GREEN light We both see RED Inconsiderate fellows Never waving, “Hello!" Hell, no! Hell, we’ll soon be dead Tossing caution to the wind With no recognition of YELLOW We ride up the same hills, To a place to get paid, Still, ignoring that Our collars are of the same build Forget the *rules* of the road, You never *move* when you're told We’re out of control, And it’s the “brakes” to remain still We passive-aggressively Establish intensity And through acts of indiscretion Cause accidents, accidentally Duh.. It’s a problem of propensity Perpetually.. Stuck.. Preventing any measuring Up.. (Singing) Here we are on the road again.. Making decisions on our own And no one's our friend This wasteland’s our Graceland Our battle begins Once our fists are all clenched Thinking how we can win.. Here we are on the road again.. It's a race to the finish And no one's our friend This wasteland’s our Graceland Our battle begins Where the asphalt starts And where the sidewalk... ENDS...
6.
Furries 03:22
(V1) Tonight I’m working late I’ve got so much to finish up Before I can incubate I’m stuck... Inter-web surfing Bettin’ on beginner’s luck... Disturbed when I can't settle on A furry kitten Or a little pug I plan to be A winner cause Tonight’s a contest Between the fair-feathered friends And the scaly Loch-Ness I'm up against the hairy strands Of that sloth in socks It’s gonna be a fairy-tale land Once I approach the spot The next shop ships quicker Than your Amazon My Google queries Found the rudest rare beast Shop around... Now I got it on Lock down And Imma Rock across town In a mock gown Made of goat hair I acquired ram horns Having other patrons Screaming, “No Fair!” It’s gonna be so rare But I don’t care Hoofed feet Look neat And I’m SO there, It's sweet! (Chorus) Dressed like a bear From head to toe But not like the creatures From the woodland cove Walking down the street I barely touch the ground I got a spring in my step Got fur all around That's right I know you're looking at me Six feet tall With teddy-bear feet You're looking nice But not in my league You'd look better In a suit of fur Just like me Next thing I know You're walking to me You grab my paw Cause it's furry and clean I can barely see you With this bear head on You've got stars in your eyes So let's get it on... (End Chorus) (V2) On my left, I see a rooster, On my right, a lion A combination of both Would be something worth trying Perhaps that zebra-cobra Or that walrus-saurus That eager beaver Or that tiger-taurus The clocking is ticking I’ve got to decide Who I'll be raw-dogging With this barrier of rawhide... That’s right I’ve decided on a Satyr Half man, half goat Is guaranteed to get me laid later The bone in my droors Represents the same saber- Tooth in my grill Tonight call me The game changer Park rangers Better beware Of that keen bear Stepping up behind me Like a mean stranger... Ooh, I guess now I'm the power-bottom The upper hand I used to have Is now forgotten She's opened me up Like a flower's blossom Gettin' the party started.. Now that's awesome (Chorus) Dressed like a bear From head to toe But not like the creatures From the woodland cove Walking down the street I barely touch the ground I got a spring in my step Got fur all around That's right I know you're looking at me Six feet tall With teddy-bear feet You're looking nice But not in my league You'd look better In a suit of fur Just like me Next thing I know You're walking to me You grab my paw Cause it's furry and clean I can barely see you With this bear head on You've got stars in your eyes So let's get it on... (End Chorus)
7.
Nerd Circus 05:28
(V1) I’ve grown as a man With my future in hand A great job with benefits Plus a retirement plan Yet nostalgia never fails To inspire on demand Igniting this nerd fire, buying trend I saved up my allowance for the G1 Releases as a kid, Now it's masterpieces I’m never late on paying the rent I used to watch the cartoon While laying in bed And when told to, “go to sleep!” I’d VHS tape it instead I’m just enticed ‘Cause their designs are priceless You call ‘em toys To me they’re collector's items Bumble-Bee humbles me As SkyWarp flies And WideScope’s eye Targets Optimus Prime Just when the Autobots Thought they could escape I let SoundWave’s BASS Topple their pride Next in, the Dinobots Slag, Sludge, Grimlock, Snarl, and Swoop are More than meets the price (CHORUS 1) [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] Without these Autobots and Decepticons? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] If Optimus didn't have me to help defeat Megatron? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] If I left 'em to collect dust and fall with Cybertron [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] I’d probably short circuit And quit this NERD CIRCUS… (END CHORUS 1) (V2) I’ve grown as a man With my future in hand A great job with benefits Plus a retirement plan Yet nostalgia never fails To inspire on demand Igniting a nerd fire, buying trend The snap of the blocks I remember so clearly Not following instructions Constructing was just enough The applause from my mom Was quite endearing But if you saw what I’d built You’d say, “that's nothin’ much" Nowadays I collect Japanese Nanoblocks My first was a Panda My latest a Shark I've got a whole zoo now With no shame And the same goes For my hardcore collection Of Star Wars Legos When the dark side's in a crunch My Tie Fighter’s tight in the clutch My AT-AT stomps With a motorized payload The intricacies of the pieces Increases the thesis That building them’s a reason For me to stay home (CHORUS 2) [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] Without these hand-built creations covering my shelves? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] To expand imagination, creativity and skill? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] When bored, all alone with nothing to build? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] I’d probably hit the dirt and just, Quit this NERD CIRCUS… (END CHORUS 2) (V3) I’ve grown as a man With my future in hand A great job with benefits Plus a retirement plan Yet nostalgia never fails To inspire on demand Igniting a nerd fire, buying trend It’s the artwork that got me With each every copy Visits to the comic store Were a weekend hobby With storyboards galore I’d sneak in softly From ceiling to floor Their collection was ungodly I'd “Marvel" At the talent From Erik Larsen And extensively study The art of Todd McFarlane Now X-Force, X-Men, Wolverine, and Spawn And Incredible Hulk Issues hang in my apartment As far as DC goes I was never much of a fan But Frank Miller and Neal Adams Both drew a mean Batman From the last to the first print, Vintage editions I keep ‘em unread, boxed up In mint condition.. (CHORUS 3) [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] If I didn't own each, sealed, locked in my safe? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] If I didn’t know some heroes never rocked a cape? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] Without these characters to help me escape? [Sample: What, what, what would I do?] I’d probably write more verses And quit this NERD CIRCUS.. (END CHORUS 3)

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'Bored Games' is satirical hip-hop band, Passion Party's (www.passionpartymusic.com) sophomore release.

'Bored Games' by Passion Party creates a unique palette with synthetic soundscapes, deliberately placed samples and sultry horn sections over hip-hop percussion. Themes encompassing self-deprecation, real life and fantasy, plus pokes at pop culture & first world problems are heard throughout.

As far as songs in particular, “Road Rules” takes an unbiased stab at the heated relationship between drivers and bicyclists in the big city. Whereas “Morning Sex,” “Sexting,” and “Furries” broach obscure topics normally hidden behind the socially acceptable curtain. “Robot Roommate" and “Nerd Circus” cater to the nostalgic, toy collecting kid in many of us. “LucyFur" is a literal depiction of life with proprietor and lyricist Tim Stiles' nine year old tabby cat named Lucy - born 6/6/2006 (666) hence the nickname - and plays on the dichotomy of opinions between dog and cat owners.

'Bored Games' features many local Seattle talents including Adam Drew (The No Good Hearts, This Blinding Light), Timmy Conroy (Blvd Park, Nevada Backwards, Paula Boggs Band), and J. Lee Mezus (Active I, Audiodose AD1 Studios).

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released September 29, 2015

Written & Produced by Passion Party

Tracks 1, 2, 4, 6:
Written by Tim Stiles & Adam Drew
Produced by Adam Drew
Feat. Timmy Conroy on Trumpet

Track 3:
Written by Tim Stiles
Produced by Adam Drew

Tracks 5, 7:
Written by Tim Stiles
Produced by J. Lee Mezus

All samples & arrangement by Tim Stiles
Artwork by Richard Lim & Michael Luttmer
Mixed & Mastered by J. Lee Mezus @ AD1 Studios (Seattle, WA)
Copyright 2015 Passion Party Music | All Rights Reserved

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Passion Party defines the genre of 'satirical hip-hop.' With the utmost cleverness and tact, we tackle themes encompassing self-deprecation, love, real-life, fantasy, nerd culture, and first world problems - topics traditional hip-hop acts wouldn't dare broach. We aim to ensue laughs and entertain all walks of life. ... more

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