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Disclaimer
00:40
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You may not like what you hear
If so, throw it away
It's trash anyway
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2. |
Returns
02:48
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What do I owe you for
Another bite, a gram, a touch?
I just want a little more
It really won't take much
For me
to achieve the state I need
For me
to remember how I saw everything
The law of diminishing returns
Saw is the operative word
How can I keep my balance
With this hole inside?
It's growing the more I try
To push things out of my mind
The puff, the drag, the nickel, the ice cream,
The smack, the dad, the shotgun, the jewelry,
The feet, the jag, and candidly I need to fill this emptiness that's inside me & growing & seething & eating away at my body
The law of diminishing returns
Was is the operative word
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3. |
Wait
03:37
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Wait, don’t put on that face
Cuz everything was going so well
Will you dance with me?
Please dance with me
I’m so desperately asking
Wait, I’d like to feel your cotton dress
But I’m a mess, you notice, my voice so shaky
Your head says no to me
But instead of changing scene
You’re indecisively waiting
Wait, don’t give me those eyes
I never get what I wanna get and now’s not the time, never time
Because I’ve had a few
My hands would be so rude
So I run away from you
And cry in the street
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wait
wait
etc
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5. |
Circulation
02:20
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Warmth, confused with a lack of circulation
Rosy cheeks hang beneath wooly eyes
Set, go, ready
Bury that temptation
Distance, Almighty Temptress
Undress him slowly slowly sloowwlyyy
A lack of circulation confused with warmth
A slip & slide of indecisive fingertips that want to feel
Some real fabric
None of that polyester shit
A lack of circulation confused with warmth
2 & 2, 2 & 2
2 & 10, 2 & 2
What else to do?
A lack of circulation confused with warmth
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6. |
Raisin Fingertips
04:00
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Kid's in the bathroom & daddy has his hands all over mom
Keys on the table & everyone forgot to mow the lawn
"When's the last time you went out there?" she yelled
"You've been in there so long!"
He's lying naked, listening to the dehumidifier
Humming away, hummmmms
Water rolls down the shower walls, he sees
The gurgling drain calms his nerves
In a word...overheard
He has never known a good night's sleep
In a word...undeserved
He is forced to hear every single thing
Still in the bathroom, kid imagines raisin fingertips
But he's interrupted by Knock Knock Knock! Knock Knock Slam PUSH!
"What in god's name are you doing?!" he yelled
"You've been in here so long!"
And quick as it opened, the bathroom door was slammed into its frame
And by the left earlobe, daddy dragged the kid out in the rain
"Son, you mow this beautiful lawn!" he yelled
"Then I'll give you clothes again"
chorus
So he pushes that big machine
All his body swinging freely
And he lays down in the dirt
Makes a reason to hide again & get clean
chorus
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Duck Trash Bloomington, Indiana
I'm 19 and attending Indiana University to study sustainability. Been making music most of my life.
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