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rabbit pelt
03:36
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i skinned you good, my little pink pet. shimmied the blood til it was warm and wet. no effort at all to get you out of your skin. i just looked for the flaw and stuck my knife in. i skinned you good, my little pink pet. sang to and suckled you til you were calm and fat. no effort at all to still your heart, i simply fed it until it fell apart
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getting gone
03:12
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let’s put on our party gowns. get to the getting down. dank dope floats from the music womb: a smoked-out couch in your living room. your inner arm tastes like a kiss. don't be selfish baby, mama wants a little bit. i got my black belt on, my work boots and suit on. i’m gonna grind for a time cause the world is getting gone. let’s rip on the party clowns. raise our drinks high like our party gowns. we lean and talk in the light of the door, while other folks dance round the kitchen floor. i’m here to please and to be pleased: too much tongue turns me off, but a open mouth intrigues. i got my black belt on, my work boots and suit on. i’m gonna grind for a time cause the world is getting gone. knock back the dark charm, swallow the dregs. the party ain’t over til you’ve lost your head. let’s make the final party rounds. it all ends with a muffled sound. somewhere in the dark the supping of breath - kissing is a little death. i’ve got my black belt on, my work boots and suit on. i’m gonna grind for a time cause the world is getting gone.
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stupid band
02:27
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blond haired girls on motorbikes, ride up the street with no helmets on. we get high out on the steps, stare at the pink clouds in the sky. this is how it goes: i’ll never like that stupid band you like. you’ll just have to live with that for the rest of your life. a woman tips a green watering can, over the heads of small yellow flowers. we wave hi as we walk past, on our way to the corner store. this is how it goes: i’ll never like that stupid band you like. you’ll just have to live with that for the rest of your life.
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emmaline
03:06
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ain’t no mystery. you want to get with me. and i, too, want to get with you. i get you. i get you. i’m gonna sit right down. meditate on you. think for a spell about what i should do. the wanting hurts, sweet emmaline. tell me you’ll be someday mine. i need you. i need you. i picked for you a bunch of baby’s breath. wrapped it in the red handkerchief that i’ve worn for days around my neck. my scent is there. you’ll not forget that i love you. i love you.
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i want it
03:23
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i’m alive. come and take me. give me something. i need more. i’m listening to the radio, digging through the junk drawer. i’m licking the frosting off the same stupid finger i couldn't get off with before. even my hands are boring. no one likes to have fun anymore. i want i i want it i want it. then you take it away. i want it i want it i want it. then you take it away. i’m cranking up the radio. doing the hissy fit. snorting wasabi off the kitchen counter, waiting for you to text me back. i want it i want it i want it. then you take it away. i want it i want it i want it. then you take it away.
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not ready yet
02:58
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i came to hear the band. i really dig the sound. i’m ghosting near the back and i’m gonna leave before they turn the lights on. you’re leaning against the bar, waiting to order a drink. someone calls to you from behind; it’s an old friend you haven’t seen in awhile. and i hope you’re happy now, but i don't want to see you anymore anyhow. and i know i’m gonna get over it. i guess i’m just not ready yet. you’re laughing with your friend. you put your mouth close to her ear. trying to be heard over the bass. this club always needed a better sound engineer. the ice melts in my glass. i’m trying to focus on the girl playing guitar. i want to leave but I can't: you’re facing the door. and i hope you’re happy now, but i don't want to see you anymore anyhow. and i know i’m gonna get over it. i guess i’m just not ready yet.
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all the rage
03:10
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all the kids in the club, dancing with their friends. girlfriend and girlfriend, boyfriend and boyfriend. (when you close your eyes, a movie plays inside of them. am i in the film? you are in my film. the soundtrack is the band playing on the stage. don't you wanna be like them? wanna be all the rage?) all the kids in the club, doing drugs with their friends. sugar cubes melting on their tongues. tongues melt on other tongues. (when you close your eyes, a movie plays inside of them. am i in the film? you are in my film. the soundtrack is the band playing on the stage. don't you wanna be like them? wanna be all the rage?) all the kids, all the kids, all the kids.
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shake that thing
02:54
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i want you with your sticky fingers. i want to look at your record collection. i want to sit on the floor of your apartment, talk about music and ash on the carpet. it’s a go, boy. you fancy thing. when you clap your hands, you shake that thing. i want you with your shoes untied. i want to dig through all the boxes in your closet. i want to watch your hands a you talk about your single dark secret. it’s a go, boy. you fancy thing. when you clap your hands, you shake that thing. i feel like we’re in a french movie. we blow smoke rings and lounge on the sofa. i dance behind you in the mirror, while you shave your face in the bathroom. it's a go, boy. you fancy thing. when you clap your hands, you shake that thing.
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future of love
05:06
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got a mind firecracker. mouth like a girl’s. we kiss about god, hold hands with danger. we’re just waiting for it to get weird. clouds hang over the black flowing river. streetlights on the silent water shimmer. the night is young and I burn with the future of love. your mystery fist. your bulge-in-the-cheek jawbreaker. i get all tight in my stomach when i’m near you. do i want to be with you, or just be you? which is the greater adventure? the night is young, and i burn with the future of love. we balance on train tracks and set down our nickels. throw up in the bushes and howl under bridges. an echo is yourself returning to you. an echo is yourself returning to you. you out-preach the preachers to all who will witness that god is everywhere, god is already in us. in our tight dirty tee shirts and long, flowing, wide skirts, we crash a party with our big lipstick entrance. dance in the crybaby light to spyrocker music. your eyes closed. you’re very into it. one of us is bleeding, the dogs can smell it. they’re sniffing out crotches, chewing on plastic cups. got a shot gun: i wanted to get a little high, but this is too high, son. you hold my hand like you really mean it. kiss me on the mouth like it was yours to begin with, and we go back out into the night while there’s still mystery left, in the future of love. clouds hang over the black flowing river. streetlights on the silent water dimming. i get all tight in my stomach when i’m near you. do i want to be with you, or just be you? which is the greater adventure? the night is young, and i burn with the future of love.
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real
01:45
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what was last will always come first. what feels best, holds a little hurt. fat chance, happenstance. come on, give a girl a chance. i’m real. so real. what’s held in soon will come out. what was sure is not beyond doubt. entranced, romanced. come on, ask a girl to dance. i’m real. so real.
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Annie and the Bang Bang Minneapolis, Minnesota
Annie and the Bang Bang is a Minneapolis rock band that genre hop from dreamy folkpop to late sixties rock to swampy blues. Guitarist and songwriter, Annie Enneking tells stories about being a person in a world full of complicated people, and relies on the thick invention of the Bang Bang: John Riedlinger (guitar), Kare Tweiten (bass), Mike Kittel (drums). Top pic Tom Smouse. ... more
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VICIOUS KID is a blaze. Potent energy and great song writing. Hard-pressed to pick highlights but Weekend, Grown Ass Woman, and Who Does Her Hair are favs. Get their whole discography if you can!
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