Bashful Hips Vol​.​IV Featuring the Music of DarkmatterJesus

by Bashful Hips

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released October 1, 2012



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Bashful Hips Nashville, Tennessee

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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Track Name: 01.Future Men
I fell asleep early, after listening to politicians speak of future men

I dreamt of a north eastern forest, it was some kind of party

Pat and Curt were there, Curt had on his old hoodie

And he’d been clean like the past five years never happened

Then we dispersed into the forest

And I awoke around 1am, to the sounds of rain

And I try to go back to sleep again

Do I have a head cold?

Or was that a fever dream?

Or just bad allergies?

And I walked, until I found a house

In the basement I found a couch,

I put the tv on and you came in

When you came in you took the remote and turned the tv off

And you crawled into that couch and we tried several different positions

And like a cat you put your two paws on my chest and kissed me

And then we slept for four days and felt refreshed
Track Name: 02.Glass Panes
Break a time frame

Be alone, use mind games on yourself

If you have the energy,

Do it behind glass panes

Smash memories, look in the mirror and ask “Who’s this?”

Write poetry everyone can see,

Well, have a rap sheet; get tangled up in bed sheets,

Get more sleep, make dinner late, eat on paper plates

I should learn to meditate,

Sit on the grass, and eat more ash

Stop feeling bad about the past

Get your head on, move up the social ladder

And I should start having relations with nuns,

Fall for a girl with a bonnet

Goddamn that sounds pathetic

I should join a book club for ex-husbands who live in the death of divorce

Have nightmares your back in court

The judge she stalks you at your work

Brush it off like the broken speaker in your car that you pray still works
Track Name: 03.Recycled Art
Well the first punch was knockout,

Now I’m trying to find my shoes on the ground

Recycle my art I’ll write you the best lines

I’ve “Wondered where you are, I’ve hoped you’re happy,

I’ve hoped those boys in your bed are just keeping the bed warm for me”

But it’s just that you have so much company

Loving someone or something does not make that object perfect

Nor does it make up for the mistakes

Or the crimes it perpetrated

I’ve been asking bigger questions

Go to work don’t think about dying

Sneak behind the bakery steal stale bread

Don’t fall in love with lovers,

Because lovers are loners
Track Name: 04.Ugly
This template is a stage where the actors can improvise and create their own lines

Say what they need to say,

Where the actress is not an actress just a girl on stage

She belts it out not proud or ashamed

Just a girl who has so much to say

Just someone who has so much to say

Don’t ask about ugly because there is so much to say

And the curtains close when the sky goes

But the actors stay on stage

Way after the audience leaves

They dream of situations they dream they’d be in

But there only dreamers

My best chance will always be

To be the kings court jester
Track Name: 05.Bad Vacation
I dreamt that I found love inside of a swamp, a vacation in hell

There were these two twin sisters,

With fins, scaled lips and jagged teeth

They held me down on the garbage heap

Looks like we might lose again, well your throats dry from golden pollen

Your clothes your backpack stolen

Now I have my shoes on, going to walk to the beach,

I’m going to find the perfect wave,

Sail on it, write the perfect sonnet

To make myself fall into you

Well one of them she spoke a spell

There feet turned back into fins

And they floated out back to where they came from

What a wonderful vacation, this vacation in hell
Track Name: 06.Prison Yard
And I saw a flower beyond the prison yard

I hope the grounds keeper doesn’t mow over it

When the warden won’t tell you his time

It’s hard not to think about how long this sentence is

And the wardens a prick and time can be a bitch

So I’m going to switch my daily routine until I can’t make any sense of it

Until I can’t make any sense of this

And it’s hard to let go if you never had a handle on it

And I just want to is chain smoke and exercise

It’s obvious I don’t know whether I want to live or whether I want to die

I didn’t speak for forty-eight hours; I think it may have been longer

And I haven’t bumped shoulders with anyone I’d want to in months
Track Name: 07.Stray Cats
Well does being alone have to be so damn ugly?

Do I have sit like a stray cat?

And move my head towards any type of affection?

When you’re lonely,

People see that your heart carries infection

I took a walk with my winter coat,

Silhouettes of mountains,

They use to carry hope and compassion; they use to guard me,

Now it feels like they suffocate and trap me

When emptiness rings louder, laughter should hit you harder

I’ve been going through old cd’s trying to recreate history

Well the weekends are the harshest

I ask the boss to put me on, keep my mind off it

So I have an excuse not to go out

Well a woman cried and told me how the father of her son died

To see a real feeling from a person I did not know changed me

And I’ve alienated myself from others

To see a real person with real feelings I didn't know, changed me

It made me feel better for than just a second,

I guess that’s what they call voyeuristic