Listen to Dust Bunnies by Kurt Vile

Dust Bunnies

Kurt Vile

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Vocals
Kyle Spence
Kyle Spence
Drums
Rob Laakso
Rob Laakso
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Songwriter
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Producer
Kyle Spence
Kyle Spence
Producer
Greg Giorgio
Greg Giorgio
Mixing Engineer
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You may think that it's funny now That I got a headache like a shop vac coughin' dust bunnies It's hard to see when it's all red And all you hear are just white noises This little one she's a delicate creature No safety features to hold her down Girl you've been running on all cylinders Pulling the yard and cutting hard But no they won't find us lying down on the ground And it ain't at the bar where I am or you are We'll take a puff on a cigarette and see what we get An invigorating fix and a black lung Don't know much about history Don't know much about the shape I'm in There ain't no manual to our minds We're always looking baby all the time But no we won't find it rolling around on the ground And it ain't at the bar where I am, where you are I took a puff on a cigarette, saw what I get An invigorating fix and a black lung You think you're tired, put your face in my place We swap faces and I see you're tired It's hard to think with a squashed brain and Let's hope that don't leave a permanent stain How can you talk over all that racket What's there to feel but totally whacked But we don't got time to wallow around in it Though it don't look so far away from where we are I wanna put out the cigarette and leave it behind Hold you real close, take you by the hand We'll walk away Walk away
Writer(s): Lou Adler, Sam Cooke, Herb Alpert, Kurt Vile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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