Question Everything Answer Nothing

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Question Everything Answer Nothing was written and recorded by JR.
Instruments include: Ukulele(s), Violin, Bass, Kazoo, Suitcase, Guitar and other junk lying around as percussion and other effects. Most of the percussion was done on the back of a baritone uke with a kazoo used as a drum stick.

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released April 26, 2017

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QEAN St. Louis, Missouri

Like Missouri weather, if you don't like it, wait a minute. QEAN is Poetic Terrorism, questioning everything and answering nothing. A solo recording project, which can sometimes be found playing "shows": raping the ears of the community as they walk down the streets of St. Louis. QEAN is anything but anything. QEAN may be a solo act, but not necessarily. Be one with QEAN. You already are. ... more

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Track Name: At All
Well I'd like to think that I just don't care but I think I do.
And it's up to me and it's up to you, but not to choose.
If it fits the crime, I'll pay the fine, or wait a while.
Since day one, I was born to die, so I can smile.

(Chorus)
It doesn't matter what you sing, nothing means a thing. It doesn't matter what you said, we'll soon be dead. It doesn't matter what I write, I think everything just might, not matter, At All!

And I'd like to think that you're really there but I really don't.
And if you tell me I can't, I can, but I probably wont.
Ever since the beginning, never felt like winning, waiting for the end.
Well fuck it all and no regrets, lets all be friends.
Track Name: Blah Blah Blah (My Balls)
I could, n't, hear what you said.
Maybe its because you're, dead.
Even then when you were alive, you never spoke too much to me.
And now that you're gone I just cant cry at all.

(Chorus)
Say what you will, fuck you, blah blah blah blah my balls

Why would, n't, you know how to smile?
Maybe at the end of the trial.
But I would, want something more,
or I wouldn't give a fuck at all.
Track Name: If I Fall
You couldn't help me see through the pit of me.
Inside this deathly body cell, this entropy has found you well.
Take this insight, throw it around like it is your pride.
World I will be, for you and for me.

(Chorus)
You have got me feeling so high, if I fall, I might die.

Take this insight, a bullet hole the size of a heart.
Stomach open for you, my feelings come unglued.
And if left to rot in hell, then I never forget your smell.
Every where it plagues me, no more insanity.
Track Name: How They Do
Sorry for the things that I don't even know, how it grows.
Left without a trace never wanted it to, how they do.
Oh well, better now, oh well up in a cloud.
Nobody wants to tell you the truth, you are screwed, you are screwed.

(Chorus)
Oh well, better now, take my word, don't care how.
Oh god, in a trance, suicide, our new dance.
ALT: (Oh well I'm a clown, Losing time to do you proud, oh god in a trace suicide our last dance.)

Right this way, take my hand, fall apart, our new dance.
Track Name: Pavement
I've been to annoy you,
I've been running for my life, run away.
It's sorry, to be there, for you, it's a shame.

Hey baby, I see you there,
Falling to pieces as I scrape you off the pavement.
Track Name: Third Eye Clogged
I said take your time but I bet you never will.
Too busy for me but not for another pill.
Ain't worth the cost, ain't worth the price, then you die.
Constipated diarrhea clogging my third eye, again.

Said I'm a waste of time and I bet you're probably right.
I'll argue for hours when it ain't even worth the fight.
And I never said I wouldn't so chances are I just might.
Constipated diarrhea clogging my third eye, again.
Track Name: Existential Anxiety
Pus, now its getting cold and green.
Think, I don't know what you mean.
Tuck, We are all just machine, with existential anxiety.

Right, that's the way it always seemed.
More, better than you've ever dreamed.

It's not like anyone knows why they are here!
Roll the rock up the hill!
Beliefs and desires are built upon fear, fear!
Track Name: Skacousticore
You think you're a master. But you don't know shit.
So go on home and suck on your moma's tit.
You're just a fucking germ, get out of my way.
I'm about to fuck this place up, all the fucking way.

You think you're a master but you don't know shit.
So go fucking home and suck on your moma's tit.
Electric guitars? They don't mean shit.
Fuck you, I will rip this shit.

So this is Acousticore, and we only give you more, we gonna fuck it up, coming at you're door, with the big big sound, up off the ground, come on now, let's get down.
Acousticore, You'll only want more, So get on the floor, and dance,dance, dance til they beat down you're door.
Track Name: Priapism
#AlwaysHard
Track Name: Oh Well, So?
It's not a matter of what you say it's a matter of what you do.
And I know better than most people do.

Try as you may yeah try as you might, you'll find that you cry and you will but still, look inside when she blows your mind, until, you will, you thrill, you're skilled, in that way.
Track Name: How They Do (Slight Return)
Sorry for the things that I don't even know, how it grows.
Left without a trace never wanted it to, how they do.
Oh well, better now, oh well up in a cloud.
Nobody wants to tell you the truth, you are screwed, you are screwed.

(Chorus)
Oh well, better now, take my word, don't care how.
Oh god, in a trance, suicide, our new dance.
ALT: (Oh well I'm a clown, Losing time to do you proud, oh god in a trace suicide our last dance.)

Right this way, take my hand, fall apart, our new dance.
Track Name: Sexual Acts with Law Enforcement Officials
2+2+2+2+2+2 is 12
FUCK 12