In this episode, Matt shares some old band names, Bug talks about his burger preferences, and we spread the good news about the internet's saddest raccoon video. Oh, and we write some songs, too

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BUG'S SONG

Matt's Challenge: And the Oscar goes to...

Title: The Opera

Lyrics:

Let me tell you all a little ‘bout the theater

if you wanna pack people deep in the seats you’re

gonna plant seeds, play follow the leader

lead’em to the end, breadcrumb, bird feeder

they say sex sells but so does drama

they’re glued to their seats despite the genre

the crowd is not complex at all they

love The Phantom, hate the opera

The curtains dropped

The camera’s stopped

make ‘em drag you off the stage

They’ve cut the lights

so my advice:

make ‘em drag you off the stage

now you’re twenty minutes deep in your Oscar Speech

you look down and the crowd’s all gone to sleep

they all cut to commercials on repeat

so you can drop the rehearsal, think on your feet

You don’t need dialog, and I’ll posit this

all your drama should all be ubiquitous

if the scripts in Spanish, no me habla

love the phantom, hate the opera

The curtains dropped

The camera’s stopped

make ‘em drag you off the stage

They’ve cut the lights

so my advice:

make ‘em drag you off the stage

You’ve got your speech all written

you can picture it now

but your scripts not finished

and you’re taking a bow

you’ve got your mantlepiece polished

and your suit clean pressed

spending all that profit

with no budget invested

You’ve got your speech all written

you can picture it now

but your scripts not finished

and you’re taking a bow

you’ve got your speech all written

but you’re playing pretend

cuz the Oscar, it goes to

The Oscar, it goes to your head

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MATT'S SONG

Bug's Challenge: Take a sad story and make it happy

Title: Fresh Cement

Lyrics:

fresh cement

brand new shoes

you and i

talking it through

though we've spun this story

ten thousand times

these exact beats

these exact lines

on this exact corner

of this exact street

the movie reel

spins endlessly

the credits roll

no cheers or claps

and when we're done

we run it back

anyone would think

we were rehearsing for something

fresh cement

on a soundstage

the dialogue

becomes cliché

we hit our marks

we play our roles

but we do it now

with our eyes closed

it's like a dance

but we don't touch

a boxing match

without the punch

take a bow

great work today

see you tomorrow

for the matinée

anyone would think

we were rehearsing for something

i blink awake

and it's my cue

nothing's changed

but something's new

we're rushing now

the reach the end

and when we do

it all begins

no subtext now

or metaphor

you kick, i spit

i scream, you roar

and then it's done

and all that's left

is our footprints

in fresh cement