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VOL.VIII
I lost it; it was very lonely during the holidays. I was sick and overworked. On Christmas my throat was so swollen I couldn't eat. I sold the last of my guitars to pay off some credit card debt. I pretended I didn’t care because I hadn't played guitar in six months.

It was below zero the whole month. I broke with reality most days. I would fall asleep after work and wake up to the light of my digital clock. I would read the time and couldn't help but to think none of this made any sense

“Why did you have to turn your beautiful feathers into rusty terrible switchblades?”

I did the vocals and lyrics to “A Reason”, “Divorce”, “Sunday” and “Lonely Buffallo” in the same session which was about an hour and half. Earlier I had been hanging out with my close friends Paul and Lauren around a fire. It was freezing and I was trying not to dry heave from mental exhaustion and smoke. When I went home and did the tracks, my hands were almost frost bitten. I sat on them as recorded the vocals.

I wrote what I knew that month. I said it all. I died every day for thirty days. I could give a shit that the project was getting more attention. I lived in a ten by ten room alone. I dropped to 140 pounds. By the end of the month, I had come to terms with my existence. It was unpleasant.

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I haven’t touched myself in months
There has to be a reason why I’m so messed up
There has to be a reason why I can’t let anyone in my bed
And it makes sense after all these months why I can’t connect
After all these months I just need to look away

There has to be a reason why

When you came around the corner,
I told my date I didn’t feel so well
She said stay
I put a cigarette butt into my arm behind the dumpster
With all these smiles around,
I ask what’s wrong with me?

I realize it’s hard to be

And I’ve gone through this war without armor
There’s no reason for it
I stand here with my chest open
My heart beating but it’s broken

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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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