Employee No. 53 Playlist
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Manager 53/Employee No. 53/Twain
I’m… not sure what to say about No. 53. For the longest time, she hid behind this mask of internet culture, memes, and enlightened entropic ambivalence—but that was never really her, was it? Well, I don’t think it’s entirely fair to say that none of it was her. Normal people don’t watch 80-part documentaries on other random people on the internet. Anyway, her playlist is a mess. It’s all over the place, just like her. And we wouldn’t have her any other way.
- D.H.
Playlist
1. | Ooh, you're like that Cheshire Cat There's a devil that resides behind your smile You've got them diamond eyes, they hypnotize Your unsuspecting victims with your style | |
2. | Now I'ma rap a rhyme with the greatest of ease And swing it like the man on the flying trapeze And if you don't like it you grab on these And now I need some help from the maestro please | |
3. | I've got skills, they don't know where to use me I'm like the best dressed dude at the nude beach Nice to meet you | |
4. | Guess who resurrected, guess who's infected Guess who's trying to jump out the frame Escape the flames of hell on my back But no, you never expected, mister inspecta Never expected this to spoil your diagnosis Lord knows your hypothesis' whack | |
5. | Oh, boy, I can see your body moving Half animal, half man I don't, don't really know what I'm doing But you seem to have a plan | |
6. | Shaggy pass the boombastic Daphne said don't do that Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow (Sorry the original OutKast version isn’t on Spotify) | |
7. | Listen to your heart (No) Keep on keeping on (No) Just say "no" to drugs (No) Eat a healthy lunch (No) Draw outside the lines (No) Pay your parking tickets (No) Buy one, get one free (No) Turn the other cheek (No) | |
8. | He says nothing He just hands me a cup of coffee It smells amazing, mmh sh8t I close my eyes, put it to my lips, take a tentative sip Uuh, oh my God Tastes like sh8t | |
9. | My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to | |
10. | I met a man downtown the other day With ruby eyes that took my life away The moral always goes Don't trust the wolf in woolen clothes But know the consequence of imagination's fear |