about
From the album, 'Bored Games' by Passion Party
'LucyFur' is a literal depiction of life with Tim’s 9 year old female, orange tabby cat named Lucy - born June 6, 2006 (666), hence the nickname. The hook itself describes what it must be like for Lucy once she’s left at home all alone. Whereas any cat owner can sympathize with the line, “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.”
lyrics
(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)
credits
from
Bored Games,
track released September 22, 2015
Written by Tim Stiles and Adam Drew
Produced by Adam Drew
Co-produced by Tim Stiles
Feat. Timmy Conroy
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