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Tiny Mussels
03:44
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There’s a thousand tiny mussels
Clinging to your body
You steely, hollow vessel
Floating through the party
And people are parting like the sea
When they see you
Gushing, just busting at the seams
The way it seems some people do
But have I got plans when it’s my turn
I’ll be warming my hands on the bridges I burn
Warming my hands on the bridges I burn
Warming my hands on the bridges I burn
And they bow like dandelions in your wake
I guess there ain’t no limit to the shit some people take
But it’s not exactly opaque what they see in you
Hoping scraps slide from your plate the minute you’re through
But I hope they’ll wait and wait and wait until they turn blue
But have I got plans when it’s my turn
I’ll be warming my hands on the bridges I burn
Warming my hands on the bridges I burn
Warming my hands on the bridges I burn
And just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water
I bust a vein
And the sharks are circling around me again
Splashing and laughing and pulling out all of the thread
The sky is falling
They’re trying to kill ginger
And I’m seeing red
There’s a thousand tiny mussels
Clinging to your body
You steely, hollow vessel
Floating through the party
And people are parting like the sea
(People are parting like the sea)
People are parting like the sea
(People are parting like the sea)
People are parting like the sea
When they see you
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2. |
Off Your Meds
01:15
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I believed what you said
When you were off your meds
We both lived in our heads
Nothing was gray
It was all black and white
Either wrong or it’s right
Oh, but now I don’t buy a word you say
And I hate to say
That I liked you that way
You said you were my friend
But now you’re just another one of them
Them! THEM! THEM!
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3. |
Smoke
04:19
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And I dreamt of you in bed
Saw the smoke swirl ‘round your head
Your back was to me
I could smell, I could smell your cigarette
And the smoke hanging mid-air
Hard to distinguish from your hair
Hard to distinguish and you’re staring at the wall
Oh, staring at the wall
Oh, staring at the wall
Hold my breath
Hold my teeth in your neck
So you won’t run away
Hold you down
Hold you ‘til I surround you
And you won’t go nowhere
You said you liked the photograph of me
Standing in the rain with a shotgun
You said you liked the photograph of me
So then why’d you kiss me and run?
Oh, kiss me and run
Hold my breath
Hold my teeth in your neck
So you won’t run away
Hold you down
Hold you ‘til I surround you
And you won’t go nowhere
And I woke to a birthday balloon
Popping outside my window
Like a shotgun
Like a new day dawning
And you’re somewhere in Midtown in her arms
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4. |
Russian Doll
03:52
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Russian doll, Russian doll, Russian doll
You don’t care, you don’t care, you don’t care
You’re just full of yourself after all
Well, and air, but for air
Russian doll, Russian doll, Russian doll
You could never fill anyone up
You’re just full of yourself after all
And your body has no room for love
I saw you on the train platform
I knew just what was coming towards me
A dirty wind was coming in
And I can’t say I didn’t warn me
Russian doll, Russian doll, Russian doll
You don’t care, you don’t care, you don’t care
You’re just full of yourself after all
Well, and air, but for air
All your words make me sick
All the pathological irony and tired jokes
But they fall for your tricks
No one sees the mirrors
And no one sees the smoke
Russian doll, Russian doll, Russian doll
You could never fill anyone up
You’re just full of yourself after all
And your body has no room for love
For air, for air, for air
For air, for air, for air
For air, for air, for air
I have played with dolls
When I was very small
And that’s how you make me feel
So I keep telling myself you’re not real
Russian doll
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Yarrow
03:32
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How much yarrow will I need to staunch the blood?
Pull your arrow from the bleeding hole
Stop, won’t you stop the love?
And turn me inside out
I’ll hide out, if you hide out
Shut your eyes and shut your mouth
All these rich cunts on their witch hunts
Writing down my name
They’re writing down my name
City is a subdivision
Sneaking, sneaking suspicions
It’ll always be the same
How much yarrow will I need to staunch the blood?
From your arrow when the bleeding won’t stop
Though you’ve stopped the love
And turn me inside out
(Inside out)
I’ll hide out, if you hide out
Shut your eyes and shut your mouth
Saw you at the record shop
Saw you, you pretended not
Saw you, you pretended not to see me
And I just stood perfectly still
Still, because good girls
Don’t kill, kill, KILL, KILL!
If there was so much as a flicker of kindness in you
I’d not turn to the liquor cabinet
With each mere mention of your name
But I’ve all but stopped hoping for that flame
I’ve all but stopped hoping for that flame
How much yarrow will I need to staunch the blood?
Pull your arrow from the bleeding hole
Stop, won’t you stop the love?
And turn me inside out
(Inside out)
I’ll hide out, if you hide out
Shut your eyes and shut your mouth
I’ll hide out, if you hide out
Turn me inside out
I’ll hide out, if you hide out
Shut your eyes
Shut your mouth
Shut your mouth!
Just shut your mouth!
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Hailey Wojcik Brooklyn, New York
Hailey Wojcik’s (VOY-chick) darkly witty lyrics and fierce aesthetic have earned her the title of "the Wednesday Addams of her genre" (The Deli Magazine), and NOISEY calls her "Delightfully dark and lovably weird." Her new solo EP "Book of Beasts" is out on cassette from Wiener Records. ... more
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