Shudders (feat. Kid Koala and The Protomen)
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I wasn't the smartest boy in the household by a longshot.
I knew of wandering the graveyard that it's best met with an onslaught
of something called shudders.
It's when your body trembles and your heart skips, sputters,
and you mutter counter-evils, and you grip on to your charms.
I've never comprehended the alarm
caused by things described variously as scary,
terrifying, ghastly. Could I follow this? Barely.
Certainly never felt it. Never shuddered, and my pops
sent me packing, called me bad luck kid, head full of rocks.
I talked so loudly of my ignorance as I roamed,
complained I couldn't get frightened, and might have bemoaned
that I'd been disowned. A friendly hangman beckoned
but I partied with his danglers, didn't shudder for a second.
Then I heard about a castle in the distance that was haunted.
Nobody lasted there an evening. Could it be just what I wanted? Didn't know.
Didn't know
there was anything
in the world
to be frightened of.
I wasn't the first one to show up claiming bravery.
The rumored ends of my predecessors were unsavory.
They'd become the catering at a feast of ghouls and spirits!
Neither the king nor his people would set foot near it.
This seemed good; fear, it glistened in their eyes as they spoke.
I figured I could pick the habit up and go
(maybe all the way back home, having understood shuddering).
Did the townspeople deem me a simpleton? Utterly.
What a first night it was, too! The hellbeasts
were like from a nightmare. I think? I don't get bad dreams.
I tried to nap but the furniture floated and spun.
We did some doughnuts in the stable yard! Fun.
The second night's vigilance wasn't any more fruitful:
zombies down the chimney till the whole rec room's full.
All-bone nine-pin, glad I brought my lathe.
Though I lost some money gambling, my denseness was unscathed.
Third and final evening, my reanimated corpse
cuddle-buddy tried to strangle me. Reliable sources
report that I chucked him back in his coffin and sighed,
despaired of finding shudders locally and set to stride.
Didn't I want my reward? The hand of the castle's princess?
A path to power and riches, and this is its ingress?
And this is my dimness, I guess, but I choose to keep questing:
find the next hypothesis of scariness and keep testing.
But here's that princess requesting that I reconsider.
And as I spy her she reminds me of my babysitter,
a village girl I had a crush on as a lad
who never even noticed that I couldn't make eye contact.
This one's staring me down.
She's used to getting her way, been wearing a crown.
Is she scaring me now, with her "think about it, please?"
I got this odd involuntary shaking in my knees.
I knew of wandering the graveyard that it's best met with an onslaught
of something called shudders.
It's when your body trembles and your heart skips, sputters,
and you mutter counter-evils, and you grip on to your charms.
I've never comprehended the alarm
caused by things described variously as scary,
terrifying, ghastly. Could I follow this? Barely.
Certainly never felt it. Never shuddered, and my pops
sent me packing, called me bad luck kid, head full of rocks.
I talked so loudly of my ignorance as I roamed,
complained I couldn't get frightened, and might have bemoaned
that I'd been disowned. A friendly hangman beckoned
but I partied with his danglers, didn't shudder for a second.
Then I heard about a castle in the distance that was haunted.
Nobody lasted there an evening. Could it be just what I wanted? Didn't know.
Didn't know
there was anything
in the world
to be frightened of.
I wasn't the first one to show up claiming bravery.
The rumored ends of my predecessors were unsavory.
They'd become the catering at a feast of ghouls and spirits!
Neither the king nor his people would set foot near it.
This seemed good; fear, it glistened in their eyes as they spoke.
I figured I could pick the habit up and go
(maybe all the way back home, having understood shuddering).
Did the townspeople deem me a simpleton? Utterly.
What a first night it was, too! The hellbeasts
were like from a nightmare. I think? I don't get bad dreams.
I tried to nap but the furniture floated and spun.
We did some doughnuts in the stable yard! Fun.
The second night's vigilance wasn't any more fruitful:
zombies down the chimney till the whole rec room's full.
All-bone nine-pin, glad I brought my lathe.
Though I lost some money gambling, my denseness was unscathed.
Third and final evening, my reanimated corpse
cuddle-buddy tried to strangle me. Reliable sources
report that I chucked him back in his coffin and sighed,
despaired of finding shudders locally and set to stride.
Didn't I want my reward? The hand of the castle's princess?
A path to power and riches, and this is its ingress?
And this is my dimness, I guess, but I choose to keep questing:
find the next hypothesis of scariness and keep testing.
But here's that princess requesting that I reconsider.
And as I spy her she reminds me of my babysitter,
a village girl I had a crush on as a lad
who never even noticed that I couldn't make eye contact.
This one's staring me down.
She's used to getting her way, been wearing a crown.
Is she scaring me now, with her "think about it, please?"
I got this odd involuntary shaking in my knees.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.71] I wasn't the smartest boy in the household by a longshot.
[00:31.46] I knew of wandering the graveyard that it's best met with an onslaught
[00:34.18] of something called shudders.
[00:37.79] It's when your body trembles and your heart skips, sputters,
[00:38.67] and you mutter counter-evils, and you grip on to your charms.
[00:41.30] I've never comprehended the alarm
[00:43.13] caused by things described variously as scary,
[00:46.71] terrifying, ghastly. Could I follow this? Barely.
[00:49.41] Certainly never felt it. Never shuddered, and my pops
[00:52.18] sent me packing, called me bad luck kid, head full of rocks.
[00:54.80] I talked so loudly of my ignorance as I roamed,
[00:57.55] complained I couldn't get frightened, and might have bemoaned
[01:00.25] that I'd been disowned. A friendly hangman beckoned
[01:02.95] but I partied with his danglers, didn't shudder for a second.
[01:05.65] Then I heard about a castle in the distance that was haunted.
[01:07.48] Nobody lasted there an evening. Could it be just what I wanted? Didn't know.
[01:11.02] Didn't know
[01:13.72] there was anything
[01:14.63] in the world
[01:15.58] to be frightened of.
[01:16.43] I wasn't the first one to show up claiming bravery.
[01:34.40] The rumored ends of my predecessors were unsavory.
[01:37.12] They'd become the catering at a feast of ghouls and spirits!
[01:39.83] Neither the king nor his people would set foot near it.
[01:41.68] This seemed good; fear, it glistened in their eyes as they spoke.
[01:45.27] I figured I could pick the habit up and go
[01:47.05] (maybe all the way back home, having understood shuddering).
[01:49.79] Did the townspeople deem me a simpleton? Utterly.
[01:53.33] What a first night it was, too! The hellbeasts
[01:55.17] were like from a nightmare. I think? I don't get bad dreams.
[01:57.86] I tried to nap but the furniture floated and spun.
[02:00.55] We did some doughnuts in the stable yard! Fun.
[02:02.33] The second night's vigilance wasn't any more fruitful:
[02:05.95] zombies down the chimney till the whole rec room's full.
[02:08.64] All-bone nine-pin, glad I brought my lathe.
[02:10.40] Though I lost some money gambling, my denseness was unscathed.
[02:14.06] Third and final evening, my reanimated corpse
[02:37.47] cuddle-buddy tried to strangle me. Reliable sources
[02:40.12] report that I chucked him back in his coffin and sighed,
[02:42.88] despaired of finding shudders locally and set to stride.
[02:45.55] Didn't I want my reward? The hand of the castle's princess?
[02:48.21] A path to power and riches, and this is its ingress?
[02:50.93] And this is my dimness, I guess, but I choose to keep questing:
[02:53.61] find the next hypothesis of scariness and keep testing.
[02:56.37] But here's that princess requesting that I reconsider.
[02:58.19] And as I spy her she reminds me of my babysitter,
[03:00.89] a village girl I had a crush on as a lad
[03:03.59] who never even noticed that I couldn't make eye contact.
[03:07.12] This one's staring me down.
[03:08.93] She's used to getting her way, been wearing a crown.
[03:11.68] Is she scaring me now, with her "think about it, please?"
[03:14.35] I got this odd involuntary shaking in my knees.
[04:03.24]
[00:31.46] I knew of wandering the graveyard that it's best met with an onslaught
[00:34.18] of something called shudders.
[00:37.79] It's when your body trembles and your heart skips, sputters,
[00:38.67] and you mutter counter-evils, and you grip on to your charms.
[00:41.30] I've never comprehended the alarm
[00:43.13] caused by things described variously as scary,
[00:46.71] terrifying, ghastly. Could I follow this? Barely.
[00:49.41] Certainly never felt it. Never shuddered, and my pops
[00:52.18] sent me packing, called me bad luck kid, head full of rocks.
[00:54.80] I talked so loudly of my ignorance as I roamed,
[00:57.55] complained I couldn't get frightened, and might have bemoaned
[01:00.25] that I'd been disowned. A friendly hangman beckoned
[01:02.95] but I partied with his danglers, didn't shudder for a second.
[01:05.65] Then I heard about a castle in the distance that was haunted.
[01:07.48] Nobody lasted there an evening. Could it be just what I wanted? Didn't know.
[01:11.02] Didn't know
[01:13.72] there was anything
[01:14.63] in the world
[01:15.58] to be frightened of.
[01:16.43] I wasn't the first one to show up claiming bravery.
[01:34.40] The rumored ends of my predecessors were unsavory.
[01:37.12] They'd become the catering at a feast of ghouls and spirits!
[01:39.83] Neither the king nor his people would set foot near it.
[01:41.68] This seemed good; fear, it glistened in their eyes as they spoke.
[01:45.27] I figured I could pick the habit up and go
[01:47.05] (maybe all the way back home, having understood shuddering).
[01:49.79] Did the townspeople deem me a simpleton? Utterly.
[01:53.33] What a first night it was, too! The hellbeasts
[01:55.17] were like from a nightmare. I think? I don't get bad dreams.
[01:57.86] I tried to nap but the furniture floated and spun.
[02:00.55] We did some doughnuts in the stable yard! Fun.
[02:02.33] The second night's vigilance wasn't any more fruitful:
[02:05.95] zombies down the chimney till the whole rec room's full.
[02:08.64] All-bone nine-pin, glad I brought my lathe.
[02:10.40] Though I lost some money gambling, my denseness was unscathed.
[02:14.06] Third and final evening, my reanimated corpse
[02:37.47] cuddle-buddy tried to strangle me. Reliable sources
[02:40.12] report that I chucked him back in his coffin and sighed,
[02:42.88] despaired of finding shudders locally and set to stride.
[02:45.55] Didn't I want my reward? The hand of the castle's princess?
[02:48.21] A path to power and riches, and this is its ingress?
[02:50.93] And this is my dimness, I guess, but I choose to keep questing:
[02:53.61] find the next hypothesis of scariness and keep testing.
[02:56.37] But here's that princess requesting that I reconsider.
[02:58.19] And as I spy her she reminds me of my babysitter,
[03:00.89] a village girl I had a crush on as a lad
[03:03.59] who never even noticed that I couldn't make eye contact.
[03:07.12] This one's staring me down.
[03:08.93] She's used to getting her way, been wearing a crown.
[03:11.68] Is she scaring me now, with her "think about it, please?"
[03:14.35] I got this odd involuntary shaking in my knees.
[04:03.24]