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OK Go - Fuzz/Futility Engine (LYRICS in desc)

I DO NOT OWN THIS. Some pre-OK Go from Damian Kulash's college days. Appears on "Appendices", a collection of unreleased music and demos that have something to do with OK Go's front man. "Fuzz" is an early version of "We Dug a Hole", available on the Brown EP. "Fuzz" has some lyrical differences from its finished version. It segues into "Futility Engine", an unreleased and very experimental song, at 5:16. Both appeared on the Calixto Chinchile tape released in December 1996. Both were recorded with Akemi Fujita, Oliver Hurst-Hiller, Baxter Holland, and Nat Rahav. Get more OK Go!: http://www.okgo.net/media/music/ Lyrics: (Fuzz) His head is a big black hole full of big black things and it sucks so hard you could never miss the mark But it's fine cause it never showed anything too big and it never could maybe I would so can he borrow a band-aid please to cover up this hole sucking up in his cranium I mean I don't need maybe I don't heed what i need this never goes fucking anywhere We dug a hole And put our heads in it We dug a hole We dug a hole And put our heads in it This winter did come too quick and brought with not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast you never think you notice but when you got a dead star sucking up photons in your brain things start to change and for the record let me say it's not his fault that things never change and summer is always too short he's doing real good for a guy with a red dwarf in his head and you'll never meet him anyway We dug a hole And put our heads in it We dug a hole We dug a hole And put our heads in it We dug a hole (We dug a hole) (Futility Engine) I'm sick So sick of this And all the little things I miss And if I had a car, I'd crash it in my lack of interest So let me just desist Call it plain oblivious Suffer all that bliss, yeah I'd do anything for this And every time I think I find A gear to twist I'm set in the cement And every time I stop unwind I get this little sty goad On the eye of my intent (One point on this) I'm sick Sick of this So sick of this Alright I guess it's trite And in my comfy satellite Fight with all my might But I'll be back tomorrow night So let me get it right Subtlety is too polite And in this shady light Everything's still black and right And every time I think I find A time to rest I atrophy instead And every time I stop unwind I still can't make it clear And so I waste away my time Waste away my time (Your ass is mine) I'm sick Sick of this Sick of this