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01.Bashful Hips Part II
03:48
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And I have words that are so sad,
Break the average man,
Make women want to hold hands,
Like they were teenage girls again
And we all want to love,
But the sound of dead leaves caught between boot seams,
Stole my ears,
Like always I'm in love with October again
And I'm wondering where you are,
And I'm hoping that you're happy
And that boy you have,
He's just keeping the bed warm for me
You pull me into a corner,
My fingers through the loops in you're belt,
You're hands on my back,
You bite my ear,
Teeth breaking more than skin
My blood in you're mouth,
You whisper words calming my fingers,
Would you stick you're nails so far into my back,
That the burn could make my nerves dance?
Would you beat my face in,
Beyond recognition?
Use you're kisses as stitches?
They say it's wrong
But are you brave enough not to care,
If you are, I want you here
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02.New Shirt
02:43
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Bought a new shirt
But I feel like the same man,
It sounds so weak on paper
I've looked for you in rain puddles,
In the reflection of bus mirror glass,
In grocery store aisles,
In terrible discos
Hoping you'd be as miserable as I' am
Well this fragrance we breathe,
I think it means were almost there
My palm on you're back,
Inside of you're blouse,
You're arm on my shoulder,
We've been searching in the dark for apartment keys.
The suppressed sounds of our needs,
We've been fucking like,
Getting off isn't enough,
We both don't care about all that much
We don't care about terms like us
Because were strangers
That were free
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03.Bashful v.s. Bitter
03:18
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Bled from the stomach
I was in pain,
As I walked through town
My insides falling out,
Didn't seem to matter to those that were around
So it begs the question,
Do I always look this way?
Life it can seem so boring,
Compared to all of you're fantasies,
But you're hope that thinking this way
That it will build to something tangible,
Something sweet
Like salt on a stone,
Waiting for the slug,
Saying “Come Hither”
Leave you're maladjusted heart
Feeling bitter
Did God tell you it was okay?
To fuck up my life like that?
I'm glad you had to take up
With an enemy like that
I hope you're heart breaks into,
As many pieces as all the days that I loved you
And I might be alone now,
But no matter who you're with,
You'll be alone forever
I lay down across train tracks,
Imagine this is what my graves like,
My body adjusting to the craggy rocks,
Being eaten by insects
Did God say it was okay?
To fuck up my life like that?
Well I’m glad you had to take up with the enemy
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04.Voiced Vowels
03:11
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In you're Ninja Turtle t-shirt,
You melted my heart,
From the bay area
I bet that's where you're smile comes from.
A summer job as a coffee slinging barista
You seem happy,
I’ve been forcing a fake smile,
But sometimes it comes out naturally,
Like you're fingers pressing the chord C,
And you're other hand strumming strings
No need to be embarrassed, the honest sound of voiced vowels
Is a welcomed change
Lonely, sipping tension tamer tea,
Microwave buzzing,
Asking stupid questions like “Why me?
Filling humidifiers,
clothes stuck in dryers,
A pen trapped in a spiral note book where
I wrote words...
Shuffling my feet in the dirt,
A fridge magnet with the words “bitter” produced itself,
Don't know how that made me feel,
With headphones on,
And my dress shoes tied,
Ironed pants and a suit
I know my art has been misused and abused,
But it takes time to recognize that the knifes been pulled out of you
Put my body through flames,
Close my eyes every Saturday night,
Crawling into bed,
Darkness can make it alright,
If you find solace in thinking I'm writing these songs for you
Ill tell you you're wrong
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05.Happy Birthday
02:43
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She makes green jewelery,
A Brooklyn apartment looking over the city,
Only people like you and me,
Could find it pretty
She works hard and she has good friends,
A roommate from her dorm room days,
She creates a website,
A space to sell her earrings,
She's got a booth in the city,
Shes got a degree she keeps in her back pocket.
That makes her the green to pay for that,
Brooklyn apartment
And she makes changes and goes out on dates,
She has fireworks on her birthday
I guess there's really not much else to say,
Except happy birthday
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Bashful Hips Chicago, Illinois
Bashful Hips is an Avant Garde project from the mind of Ian Fellerman. Bringing his sometimes searing, sometimes hilarious
but always poignant observations to bear over an entire stable of Noise Rock/Hip Hop informed Electronica, Ian's music is never stable, always changing and searching for the sound to express his feelings.
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