Zero Or A Zillion Lyrics - Thunder Thighs - Kimya Dawson

Yeah, motherfuckers 

Keep the fucking doors set 

What? 

Put you're fucking head down 

As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced 

I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend 

Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful 

The ghost of corporate future in my head 

And as I count the ways that I've said "fuck you" to the man 

I don't care who thinks that I've sold out or not 

Since going barefoot I feel better than Regina fucking Spektor 

It's a name I'll never be ashamed to drop 

I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic 

And sit down shyly at the piano and then start 

Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing 

They were undeniably straight from the heart 

And the music, it doesn't change 

No, the songs remain the same 

Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people 

In the world who are listening 

Yeah, the music, it doesn't change 

No, the songs remain the same 

Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people 

In the world who are listening 

I have a friend named Eva, seventeen, she's a soprano 

She sings opera with a voice that makes me cry 

But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her shit 

I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes 

And feel the vibration 

Of her voice inside her chest 

Without worrying about who thinks that 

Who thinks who's the best 

While at time when there are people who think that it's not enough 

And there are people who think that it went too far 

All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal 

And I traded in my meds for a guitar 

There's so much depression nowadays in adolescents 

And with all the social pressure that makes sense 

But music shouldn't be the problem, music should be the solution 

And only a positive experience 

Because the music, it doesn't change 

No, the songs remain the same 

Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people 

In the world who are listening 

No, the music, it doesn't change 

No, the songs remain the same 

Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people 

In the world who are listening 

I have a friend named Johnny D 

His band is Tin Tree Factory 

Everything he does is gold to me 

And it's on archive.org for free, yes 

W-W-W-DOT-A-R-C-H-I-V-E-DOT-O-R-G 

I like sitting on the floor watching Johnny play 

On his knees, on a carpet, not on a stage 

In front of a fire, in a living room 

Cozy and warm full of potluck food 

But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge 

I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too 

His songs are smart, important, brave 

Wanting that all to myself would be totally lame 

I don't claim to be Regina's only true fan 

Just because I knew her way back when 

You think Cat Stevens couldn't be my god 

'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude 

I bought all his albums, I listened, I cried 

Teaser and the Firecat changed my life 

I painted a firecat on my jean jacket 

Drew 'Peace Trains' on my homework packet 

I'm still listening to 'The Wind of My Soul' 

And I'm a hard headed woman, so I've been told 

Yeah, music's just sound, we're just ears 

Why are you affected by what who hears 

If Michael Jackson's hits make him less sacred 

You taking your clothes off makes me plus naked 

When what each preach, I'll make it or break it 

Do you wanna abstain? Repeat after me 

You can like what you like 

You can like what you like 

And let them like what they like 

And let them like what they like 

You can like what you like 

You can like what you like 

And let them like what they like 

And let them like what they like 

Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom 

Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka- shaka-boom 

And they, and they, and they, and they 

And they, and they, and they, and they 

Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like 

You, they like everything, like it 

I love you, Mikey