Possessing a hyper-literate, intellectual style of rapping augmented with d… Read Full Bio ↴Possessing a hyper-literate, intellectual style of rapping augmented with dizzying elocution that would tongue-tie even the fiercest auctioneer, Busdriver is eclectic and eccentric enough to cite vocalese jazz singer Jon Hendricks as a primary influence. Born Regan Farquhar, the Los Angeles MC was introduced to hip-hop culture early – his father wrote the screenplay to one of the earliest films focusing on hip-hop, Krush Groove. He began rapping at age nine, releasing his first record at age 13 with his group, 4/29, named after the 1992 L.A. riots. By the mid-'90s, Busdriver was a regular at the Project Blowed open mic, where he would meet future collaborators and underground luminaries like Aceyalone, Abstract Rude, and Freestyle Fellowship. And shortly after, the vinyl did flow.

Busdriver guested on upward of 20 singles, and by 2001 he could no longer be contained by guest spots, releasing his first full-length, Memoirs of the Elephant Man (1999). There were just as many detractors as supporters for his singular style, which was so densely packed it made his chosen name seem a reference for multiple-personality disorder, and the lo-fi production also left more listeners scratching heads than nodding them.

His next album, This Machine Kills Fashion Tips (2002), continued in a similar manner before being trumped by better production and more focused rhymes on Temporary Forever the same year. Joined by another West Coast avant-garde MC, Radioinactive, and the breezy, fractured pop of electronic producer Daedelus, Busdriver released yet another odd puzzle piece in 2003, The Weather. Fear of a Black Tangent followed on Mush in 2005. After moving to Anti-/Epitaph, the rapper issued RoadKillOvercoat, which featured production from Nobody and Boom Bip. His second Anti- release, Jhelli Beam, appeared in 2009. In 2010 he put out a full-length mixtape of unreleased gems and illegal remixes called Computer Cooties. It was released as a free album. 2010 saw Bus toiling over a new album that will shock fans and confuse the unconverted into unwilling servitude. It is called Beaus$Eros and was released on February 21, 2012 on Fake Four. Beaus$Eros forgoes the lightening-speed rhyming that defined his style in favor of a diverse, off-kilter brand of pop and post-hip-hop.

Happy Insider
Busdriver Lyrics

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Ive never been the brightest guy
You know the ones all the gals look for
I used to think norweigan wood
Was a scandanavian adult book store
I recall this fling with a goth metalhead
With a pierced labia and purple titties
She used to defile me
Make me feel lousy and sob while scribblin my little journal entries

Im not out to fuck just malajust
Would you be my friend for a thousand bucks?
Im no solar panel plated kutcher made of granulated sugar
Due to how my confidence allowance sucks
I feel i should probably be re-sexed
If she makes me wear this full body v-neck
But my name is her with an apostrophe s

"Rarely do my yoga instructor and therapist both agree on the poor choices that i make in my sex life,
you know? you get the commemorative tofur?"

Happy inside
happy inside, even though i'm frowning
happy inside, I don't know why I lie

"You know, all my homies need to stop hatin, really."

Our OG looks on cozy nooks
Are under seige at the blanket fort
We've striken fibs of clothes pinned haters
With womens lib nomenclature
Our dinnerdates accompanied by dialysis machine beeps
In your case we should hereby screw while dressed to bee keep
What feudal queens are canoodling
With this human resource rent a wreck
When i scowl at the hole punchers and am gallop poll numbered
Say they would rather see my dick in a french press
My day is a cheech and chong mis step
And my face is a three pronged inlet, come on

"Even though, you know, you tried to put my face in a hot waffle iron,
I still know that you love me inside, and i'm still feeling you"

Happy inside
happy inside
happy inside, I don't know why i cry

Blocko blocko blocko blocko
Happy happy happy happy (x2)

Happy inside
happy inside
happy inside, I don't know why i cry

Keep me draped in our calendar becomings
? would show 'ominous' instead
because it's not likely,
that when i'm on tour, chillin
& i freak with girls
then I sign off on some off-shore drillin'
simply because no broads adore us
my dry wit's due to clogged pores
from chalk-board dust
still i'm the shit on the vanity plates

on the tour bus for all the wrong reasons, though
like me being an actual turd

Overall Meaning

The song "Happy Insider" by Busdriver is a visceral and emotional exploration of the singer's inner turmoil with his sexuality and relationships. The lyrics are deeply personal, introspective, and self-deprecating. The opening lines, "I've never been the brightest guy /You know the ones all the gals look for," set the tone for the singer's self-defeating and insecure mindset. He describes his experiences with a gothic metalhead who defiles him and makes him feel lousy. These experiences have led him to believe that he is not out to fuck, just maladjusted.

The chorus of the song, "I'm happy inside, even though I'm frowning," is an oxymoron that sums up the central theme of the song. The singer is grappling with his emotional struggles while trying to maintain a facade of happiness. He is desperate for affection and validation, but his low confidence and past traumas prevent him from achieving it. The line "Keep me draped in our calendar becomings" is an evocative metaphor that represents his hope for a better future, where he can be comfortable with his sexuality and find love.

Overall, "Happy Insider" is a powerful and poignant song that shows the complexity and darkness of human emotion. Through Busdriver's raw and honest lyrics, we get a glimpse into the inner turmoil of an individual struggling to find their place in the world.

Line by Line Meaning

Ive never been the brightest guy
I have not been the most intelligent person.

You know the ones all the gals look for
Women tend to look for men who are intelligent.

I used to think norweigan wood Was a scandanavian adult book store
I previously believed Norwegian Wood was an adult bookstore in Scandinavia.

I recall this fling with a goth metalhead With a pierced labia and purple titties She used to defile me Make me feel lousy and sob while scribblin my little journal entries
I remember a brief relationship I had with a woman who had piercings and purple hair. She treated me poorly and made me feel sad while I wrote in my journal.

Im not out to fuck just malajust Would you be my friend for a thousand bucks?
I am not interested in having sex, I just want someone to be my friend. Would you be willing to be my friend for a thousand dollars?

Im no solar panel plated kutcher made of granulated sugar Due to how my confidence allowance sucks I feel i should probably be re-sexed If she makes me wear this full body v-neck But my name is her with an apostrophe s
I am not a confident person and lack a lot of qualities that others may have. I feel like I need a complete makeover if I have to wear clothes like this, but I still go by the same name.

"Rarely do my yoga instructor and therapist both agree on the poor choices that i make in my sex life, you know? you get the commemorative tofur?"
My yoga instructor and therapist rarely agree on the poor choices I make in my sex life. Do you understand what I am saying?

Happy inside happy inside, even though i'm frowning happy inside, I don't know why I lie
Internally, I am happy even though I appear sad. I don't understand why I pretend to be happy when I am not.

"You know, all my homies need to stop hatin, really."
All of my friends need to stop hating.

Our OG looks on cozy nooks Are under seige at the blanket fort We've striken fibs of clothes pinned haters With womens lib nomenclature Our dinnerdates accompanied by dialysis machine beeps In your case we should hereby screw while dressed to bee keep What feudal queens are canoodling With this human resource rent a wreck When i scowl at the hole punchers and am gallop poll numbered Say they would rather see my dick in a french press My day is a cheech and chong mis step And my face is a three pronged inlet, come on
We have been able to stand up to those who try to oppress us. Our dates are often disrupted by medical equipment beeping. We should dress up in beekeeping suits before we have sex. I am frustrated with people who do not understand me. They would rather see me harm myself instead. My day is not going well and I feel like I am in a bad comedy movie.

"Even though, you know, you tried to put my face in a hot waffle iron, I still know that you love me inside, and i'm still feeling you"
Even though you tried to harm me, I still believe that you love me and I have feelings for you.

Blocko blocko blocko blocko Happy happy happy happy (x2)
Blocko blocko blocko blocko, happy happy happy happy.

Happy inside happy inside happy inside, I don't know why i cry
Internally, I am happy but I don't know why I cry.

Keep me draped in our calendar becomings ? would show 'ominous' instead because it's not likely, that when i'm on tour, chillin & i freak with girls then I sign off on some off-shore drillin' simply because no broads adore us my dry wit's due to clogged pores from chalk-board dust still i'm the shit on the vanity plates on the tour bus for all the wrong reasons, though like me being an actual turd
Keep me informed of events that are happening in our schedule. I don't believe that things are ominous. I will not sign off on offshore drilling when I'm on tour just for sex. I make sarcastic jokes but only because of the things in my life that have affected me. I am still just as valuable as others, even if it is for the wrong reasons like being an actual turd.

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