Frances Quinlan
Breakfast Song
[Spoken]
"Let's go, baby! Roll it"
"Press control E"
"Oh, do you want me to record over this talking? There's talking being recorded-"
"It's fine"
"Okay"
Grandma says, "The toast will burn
And so will you if you don't learn"
Nana, nana, don't disclose the state of our souls
At breakfast
Auntie sobs, "Your uncle's gone
Now who the hell will mow the lawn"
Don't lament your abandonment
At breakfast
Your cousin's cigars
I wonder if that poor bastard's realized that
[?]
Don't love a fake girl like that
At breakfast
Baby says "Papapapa
Oh mamamama, dadadadada"
Don't just sit and take his word for it
He's full of shhhhh...
Lies, the scruple
Pass the great food
Oh Papa, where did you get that dough
For that brand new suit
Who was that girl on the answering machine?
Don't shit until that plate is clean
Daddy, don't care share his intimate affairs
Maybe on Saturday, when he was feeling loose
[whistling]
Grandpa had to go away
Where do he go, we could not say
Because we never ever ever ever
Ever care about the grave
At breakfast
I go to work, you go to school
You stay at home and feel like a fool
But whatever, ever you do
Don't complain where you chew
Don't sob at nothing left for you
At
Whatever you got, we don't discuss our lot at...
[Spoken]
"I thought most of that was pretty mediocre"
"Oh okay"
"...you guys playing Tetris..."
"But let's hear it anyways"