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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Schmidt
Danny Schmidt
Lead Vocals
Will Robertson
Will Robertson
Piano
Carrie Elkin
Carrie Elkin
Background Vocals
Mira Stanley Costa
Mira Stanley Costa
Background Vocals
Cara May Gorman
Cara May Gorman
Background Vocals
Chuck E. Costa
Chuck E. Costa
Background Vocals
Colin Agnew
Colin Agnew
Drums
Fats Kaplin
Fats Kaplin
Fiddle
Southpaw Jones
Southpaw Jones
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Schmidt
Danny Schmidt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Robertson
Will Robertson
Producer

Lyrics

A chalkboard full of secrets, it was like some kind of code To tell the stars and planets how to fall and how to glow But when she turned to face the classroom There was chalk upon her nose Like the ghost of Madame Curie or a clown in women's clothes And the boys dismissed the work so quick, they laughed at her instead As just a girl who spilled some numbers from her head Late night in the library in the basement by herself Alone amongst the books again, at home between the shelves She was searching for some answers when she stumbled in the dark On a girl with colored pencils and black eyes like question marks And they said hello in stereo, then they both just stood and stared As a normal sort of silence filled the air The girl asked her what she studied and what she read so late at night The thoughts that filled her notebooks And the stars that filled her eyes But she said she couldn't tell her, she said she'd just get bored It was story told in numbers not a story told in words But the girl just laughed and leaned right back Said "Try me if you dare Cause a story's when there's something more to share" So she shrugged and her hands began to speak A dance of differentials and of poetry in Greek She solved for new dimensions and vibrations of the strings And from a single derivation all the worlds could rise to being She drew concentric circles with her finger in the air And they glowed where there were nodes Along the manifold they shared To be in perfect symmetry, joined in all degrees They touched in ways that no one else could see The girl's eyes lit with fire, like milk and kerosene It was the smartest thing she'd ever heard And the hottest thing she'd seen So she grabbed her by the brainstem and she threw her to the floor And they kissed like their equations had never balanced quite before Cause every lonesome thesis just describes the unobserved There's always one who'll fall upon the tail of every curve There's so many locks, so many doors, so many twisted keys Within the standard deviation from the mean
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