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about
If this cut were a steak, you could barely call it rare, but here it is, fresh and bloody, warts and all.
The art is based on an example from a painting instruction manual from the 70s, then edited and altered to all hell
This song is a marathon. It's the longest song I've ever written and we hope you enjoy it
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lyrics
I can smell the spraypaint on the wind-
Somewhere a party's happening
I think the drugs are kicking in,
I hear the horns and violins
as we drive by / real slow
The sun, it hangs / fat & low
she asks, "do you wanna come look at my scars?" we were smoking in her car
"I'll show you if you show me yours,
anything to just be where you are,"
then I hear the engine stall,
the heat trapped in the asphalt starts to fade,
below a cancer moon, a fiddle tune,
the room will dip & sway,
covered in engine grease, upon your knees,
You'll find the urge to pray,
And we'll be on our way
I dont want to dance, alone anymore,
watching other lovers take a hand & paint the floor, and let the Bapists watch, til they can't a anymore, we'll stay out all night and watch the sunrise Sunday morning
Whatre we waiting for?
Fingertips, they trace along your sides,
spelling out, each letter of a vice,
and even though you try with all your might,
your poker face is awful, you can't hide,
I am the bruise, upon your tongue,
We're not gonna stop, til the deed is done
I-85 we need to talk,
I-85, i am in love,
I-85, I am we need to talk,
I-85 I am in love
And then I here the engine stall,
the heat trapped in the asphalt starts to fade,
below a cancer moon, a fiddle tune,
the room will dip & sway,
covered in engine grease, upon your knees,
You'll find the urge to pray,
"Take us on our way,"
I dont want to dance, alone anymore,
watching other lovers take a hand & paint the floor, and let the Bapists watch, til they can't a anymore, we'll be here all night and watch the sunrise Sunday morning
Whatre we waiting for?
credits
released June 7, 2022
Amie B - vocals/guitar/words/mixing
Sierra Woodfin - bass/vocals
Connor White - lead guitar/vocals
Derek Duplessie - pedal steel
Jade Louise - fiddle
Will Morris - drums
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