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Bashful Hips Vol​.​XI

by Bashful Hips

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It’s been a year since you instilled fear, In the rearview mirror of broken hearts and cliché English essays Like wet sand breaking in your hand As an actor, I give a show like all the rest As an actress, who is this audience you’re trying to best? Sometimes I wonder if you’re making dinner for your new lover Or are you crying yourself to bed? I doubt it’s the latter Move on like this whole thing never mattered Because it doesn’t You can cover yourself in many men’s saliva But it won’t make you feel any better
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Like a parallel universe, Or an episode of the twilight zone, It’s like this life wasn’t mine Even as time moves and things are fine It’s like I was given a different script, Half way through a movie that was going fine An old man told me to just call it out But I didn’t hear a thing Like getting angry at the moon could do anyone any good, Reflections of the past unknown, As we know feelings repressed, Can make actions go in in some strange directions But it only seems erratic because you’ve never felt the weight of the underground Or seen the waves of sounds or the way dancers push each other around I put my faith in nothing and I’m seeing a return And it makes this court house seem funny, Even more, it makes it seem intellectually, just so damn lazy
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I’ve been fighting with co-workers And getting under the skin of my landlord Always the illegal tenant Exercise socks put on after I’ve already taken a shower Waiting on checks that have already been spent Dirt on paper plates, Well I wipe the dirt off these paper plates I’ve got a poem on the radio But I have no equipment for the live show It’s been a year, Yeah it’s been a year And I see you around, I wish I didn’t have to see you At the grocery store, I ask the counter lady to move a little faster, I ask the checkout lady; just let me out of here
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My arms around you on this single bed, My face inhaling your erotic breath The radios on but the singer’s lyrics are so vain It’s sad that I know why he sings this way I’m going to pick apart every pore in your soul, And I’m going to know every scar I turn the headlights off so I don’t see the road that’s in front of me, With you in the passenger seat Will you be bored of me by then? Will we sit so silent and try to stay out of each other’s way?
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05.Humans 02:26
I won’t coast in that godforsaken doomed boat that’s destined to blow over The only thing that’s left is a flag, a sail it’s the only thing that floats, A symbol that I’m still together, When everything else drowned under the water I want to believe humans are more interesting than they really are And I want to believe in you I’m going to find every reason behind your choice, And every choice that led to your reason Even if it brought you nowhere I won’t do it though with a sledge hammer, But with soft hands, Like a scientist with a microscope The sweet sound of wind passing through these trees Is the same comforting sound of cars that are highway bound
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I’ve ended old years inside gas stations with frozen fingers So damn sober, Avoiding all those drunk drivers, Who are planning on driving into the void With my old car driven into this sink hole Well I try to cover my eyes to the blinding sight of fireworks And I’d like to see this god damn fire work In April when my eyes are in need of thawing from, This cold dead winter, She asked me “what are you into?” I'm into surviving She said “then why are all your prose about dying”
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A hot shower in a snow storm, My shirt off, Well these flakes melt on my skin Do you feel angst on Friday night? You claim it’s just another dark evening And the only ray of hope, comes way to late in the early morning And I write a poem, And no one lives in this home And I recite it to an empty mirror So let’s say we get there and we want more More answers and a little more silence But voiced vowels are the only reason that you're here It took a lot of words, words I used as bandages To cover up the scars from where you stuck the knife in With my headphones on, And my dress shoes tied, Ironed pants and a suit, I stood here
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When you don’t live close to your family You pretend that distant acquaintances are actually real friends And there will be no collapsing in one another’s arms Or heart to heart talks, We both change, we both grew apart I have started and I have ended notebooks in many different ways Hoping puzzle pieces would find their own way And I want to tell you every stupid idea that comes into my mind But I don’t want to interrupt you in the middle of the night And you seem to be all right with my oh so serve face But I avoid your eyes so they don’t look into mind But I could be the fetish that you keep hidden

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released May 1, 2013

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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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