Fear Smith - Gay Garfield

Title: Gay Garfield Album: Fear of Thinking This Punk Rock Album Is About One Thing and Finding Out at the End of Each Song It Was About Something Else Year of Release: 2026 Author: Fear Smith All Rights Liberated © 2026 - Fear Smith Production Company: Barba Records -------------------------------------------------LYRICS------------------------------------------------- My dog was called Grampola We bury her where we oversearch I think she was a beagle I wonder if she haunts that church I saw a dinosaur On a mountain far away A fucking Stegosaurus I had to Google it by the way A Guaraná bottle blew Inside the back of the van My sneakers stuck to the floor I still remember where I ran We stopped beside a building In a forest dark and green I wondered what that place was Maybe a church I'd never seen Emanuelle came at night When everyone was out of sight She'd knock and I'd let her in Nobody knew where she'd been I remember Garfield The gay one from that meme "Lasagna... and cock!" I thought that shit was prime I remember rage memes The first one was "okay" I thought it was hilarious I still remember that day It's funny what our minds remember Funny what they choose to save Some things stay forever Some things fade away I hope your mind keeps good things Not only things that hurt I hope it keeps the little things The ones that seem absurd I hope you keep this song When the years have come and gone When you don't remember why I hope you still can carry on It's funny what our minds remember Things that shouldn't mean a thing A smell, a joke, a Saturday A memory that somehow stays I hope your mind keeps good things I hope the bad ones disappear I hope you keep this little song So you'll remember I was here I had an "el Chavo del ocho" doll I don't know where it went I wish I still had it Maybe somehow I had it lent I had a Max Steel guy Well, not a Max Steel guy for real I drew a dick on him To give him some sex appeal My aunt gave him to me For my birthday one year I still remember getting him I still have him right here My parents made baked bauru On Saturday at night I ate it watching Supercine The Good Son was alright I slept at my cousin's house I wore a Scream mask I climbed out through the window I thought it was a blast A boy saw me outside And fell in love with me Poor little guy If only he could see I feel sorry for rats But cockroaches? No way I liked papaya Danone But they don't make it today Babalu banana Yeah, that was nice The smell of toasted bread I still remember that smell sometimes I swam beneath the ladder And came out by the wall I could've fucking drowned I could've lost it all How do children survive? How did I survive? I look back at that shit And wonder how I'm alive I asked for Game of Life They gave me IBGE I thought it was pretty cool So that's what I got, you see I once got GTA 2 A pirated copy, too That game was fucking cool I remember playing through I fought with a friend I rolled inside a barrel My aunt did too The one who gave me the doll Iconic and unforgettable My aunt lived in a haunted house Not that aunt, another one Another aunt made rice and sausage That's another memory done I remember Utopia Some Indiana Jones guy He went down into a temple Or a tomb, I can't decide It was a first-person game Or maybe I recall it wrong I never found that game again But somehow it's still hanging on It's funny what our minds remember Funny what they choose to save Some things stay forever Some things fade away I hope your mind keeps good things Not only things that hurt I hope it keeps the little things The ones that seem absurd I hope you keep this song When the years have come and gone When you don't remember why I hope you still remember this song It's funny what our minds remember Things that shouldn't mean a thing A smell, a joke, a Saturday A memory that somehow stays I hope your mind keeps good things I hope the bad ones disappear I hope you keep this little song So you'll remember I was here Big Rigs at my BFF's house That game was fucking broken Mouse my dear mouse I found a secret token I don't know why I remember this But I do anyway I thought I put it here Before it all Disappears... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #FearSmith #showerthoughts #IndieRock #sadsongs #melancholicmusic #rock #lifeisstrange #EmotionalMusic #fun #indie #IndieArtist #NewMusic #AcousticRock #AltRock #musicwithmeaning #lgbt #girl #girls #runninginthoughts #fear #fearoffellings #secret #secrets #ai #aiband #roleplay #rp #guitar #fear #smith #relaxing #relax #music #freedom #PunkRock #PopPunk #AlternativeRock #FemaleVocals #FemaleFronted #EmotionalRock #Nostalgia #ChildhoodMemories I discovered during the process of making this song that "Gran Polla" means BIG DICK in italian. F in the chat for my little dog for having that name :(