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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slaughter Beach, Dog
Slaughter Beach, Dog
Performer
Jacob Ewald
Jacob Ewald
Guitar
Lucy Stone
Lucy Stone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Ewald
Jacob Ewald
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Ewald
Jacob Ewald
Producer
Ian Farmer
Ian Farmer
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Today I remembered all the things that I've forgotten Black mold on the bath rim Haggard bike frames leaned against everything Annie's anarchist brochures on the sill Beaded cotton creeping across the blankets And I saw you in the dead yard Spray painting haiku on a trash mattress Flapping your lashes at street cats When every other second we were fumbling through the interview But every other second I was kissing you Ba, ba, ba Ba, ba, ba Do you understand what has happenеd to you? Ba, ba, ba Ba, ba, ba Please write down what you know to bе true Or write down your name Or your favorite band And if you start feelin' funny Don't look at your hands Today I remembered all the things that I'd forgotten How guests arrived at random intervals Pitiful, a little sick of their own squats Lookin' to drink beer in front of Some different pictures on the wall for a change Now Annie'd ended up downstairs With the Tyler dropouts Philosophizing negative space and the inherent value of medical waste But I'm, uh, I'm pretty sure most of those kids Work on the docks these days Inevitably Ava would appear Both arms binding some weird bulging bag Of freezer pizzas and romaine And everyone was always owing Ava something Like eight dollars in change Depending on how many were present Ba, ba, ba Ba, ba, ba Do you understand what has happened to you? Ba, ba, ba Ba, ba, ba Please write down what you know to be true Or write down your name Or your favorite band And if you start feelin' funny Don't look at your hands Today I remembered all of the things that I'd forgotten That somewhere along the way We'd maxed our novelty allotment The blow flies started buzzing And we moved out of the basement apartment We crammed the secondhand furniture into her car Cracked paint flaked off in fat chips on the back seat With swollen trash bags of t-shirts, swimsuits, old shoes A violin bow, sticking out the window Annie gathered and bagged the unread mail As I milled about memorizing light switches, water stains Dropped the key in the letterbox and drove off
Writer(s): Jacob Starnes Ewald, Ian Daniel Farmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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