Biography:
Bo Burnham (born August 21, 1990 in Hamilton, Massachusetts, United States) is a comedian, musician and singer/songwriter. Burnham originally found fame through YouTube before being signed to Comedy Central Records in 2008.
Burnham has released three studio albums and an EP: "Bo Fo Sho - EP" (2008), "Bo Burnham" (2009), "Words Words Words" (2010), and "what." (2013).
Burnham's March 2009 "Comedy Central Presents" special made him the youngest comedian to have appeared on the program.
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- 3.14 Apple Pi
- 3.14 Apple Pie
- Are You Happy
- Art Is Dead
- Cookout
- Country Song
- Eff
- From God's Perspective
- Hell Of A Ride
- I'm Bo Yo
- Kill Yourself
- Kill Youself
- Little Adolf
- Love Is...
- Lower Your Expectations
- Men And Women
- My Whole Family
- New Math
- Oh My God
- Perfect Woman
- Repeat Stuff
- Sad
- Straight White Male
- Welcome To Youtube
- Words Words Words
- From Gods Perspective
- 314 Apple Pi
- A Love Ballad
- Cant Handle This
- Channel 5 News
- Cun
- Deep
- Fetus
- He Meant To Knock The Water Over
- High School Party
- Im Bo Yo
- Love Is
- My Better Half
- My Little Secret
- Nerds
- Oh Bo
- Oh My God Song From The Perspective Of God
- Rant
- Sunday School
- The Break Up Song
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(The whole song is actually just based on four chords which are continually in the following order)
F A Dm Bb
[Verse]
Art is dead, art is dead
Art is dead, art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
Cause he's just a little attention attractor
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
There's other people you selfish asshole
I must be psychotic, I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money you worked hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drug's attention, I am an addict
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-up
I'm wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make-up
Art is dead, so people think you're funny
How do you get those people's money?
Art is dead, we're rolling in dough
While Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave, in his grave
Cause this show has got a budget
The show has got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budget
Cause I wanted my name in lights
Well I could have fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnights
I am an artist, please god forgive me
I am an artist, people don't revere me
I am an artist, please don't respect me
I am an artist, feel free to correct me
A self-centered artist, self-posessed artist
I am an artist, I am an artist
But I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it
(The whole song is actually just based on four chords which are continually in the following order)
F A Dm Bb
[Verse]
Art is dead, art is dead
Art is dead, art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
Cause he's just a little attention attractor
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
There's other people you selfish asshole
I must be psychotic, I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money you worked hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drug's attention, I am an addict
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-up
I'm wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make-up
Art is dead, so people think you're funny
How do you get those people's money?
Art is dead, we're rolling in dough
While Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave, in his grave
Cause this show has got a budget
The show has got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budget
Cause I wanted my name in lights
Well I could have fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnights
I am an artist, please god forgive me
I am an artist, people don't revere me
I am an artist, please don't respect me
I am an artist, feel free to correct me
A self-centered artist, self-posessed artist
I am an artist, I am an artist
But I'm just a kid, I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it
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