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tape #2

by WYLIE

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1.
Peel the label off my beer. Follow cracks in the concrete floor. Sink my crooked teeth into my hand Til the whole thing's sore. You throw rocks like you don't see them bruise me. You talk loudly when you know I'm at the party, So I will hear what you say. I'll walk home alone in the rain, Catch hail in the cuffs of my jeans. Dry off on the vent in the bathroom. Fall asleep with my head on the edge of the tub, Torn Upland and Pepsi labels Wet and rotting in the pocket of my sweater while I dream. You throw rocks like you don't see them bruise me. You play songs with your band you wrote about me And watch me squirm in the back of the room Then you watch me go.
2.
SHAME 01:17
Sat outside on a wet bench, Punks blowing smoke in my face. Went back in time just to watch you take the stage. You were all long hair, rock 'n roll, Something so pure and honest and I'm a charade. March to the back of the room, Hang my head in shame. Go home and try to write songs like you. Bare my teeth and move the way you do. Oh I have dreams that I'll wake up as something new. Fall asleep and I'd wake up as someone new.
3.
WABASH RIVER 02:26
Pull up the lavender roots and all, Growing outside the gas station in Markle off Highway 224. Run home to burn what I stole. Find the welcome mat is moving under my feet, Grab hold. Weigh me down in the deepest part of the Wabash River. Let it rust me out. Cut my palm Push it down into the soil of my mother's flower bed. I will wash my hands where the three rivers meet up north. Weigh me down in the deepest part of the Wabash River. Let it have my bones. Let her have me whole.
4.
SUMMER HEAT 01:29
Marble counter tops feel cold against my fingers in the summer. I lay my head in your lap in the summer heat. I try to distance myself from the dirt stained onto my hands. I would gift my ribs in small gold boxes of tin If I thought it could make me beautiful or wanted. I talk in my sleep. I say terrible things. I talk in my sleep. I say terrible things.
5.
Slept on your couch again Could not stand to go home Couldn't sleep in the bed that I made. Woke up early Didn't say much while you drank coffee. I felt ugly. Nearly killed me the way the light hit you in the morning. I didn't have an answer when you asked me what I was thinking. I laid my head on your shoulder I spent the whole night pretending to sleep. Biking home from the bar Cool October air nearly burns my skin. I try to keep up But you're already so far up ahead. It's for the best I guess Can't stand the way I spill my guts when I'm fucked up. I didn't have an answer when you asked me what I was thinking. I dug for a simple answer I spent the whole night pretending to sleep. I spent the whole night pretending to sleep. I spent the whole night pretending to sleep.

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on this recording:
Eric A. - drums, vocals
Eugene C. - bass, vocals
Garrett W. - vocals, guitar

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released May 15, 2020

⇨Recorded + mixed by Eric Ayotte at his home studio on Oolitic Drive over the course of two years in Bloomington, Indiana. // iamericayotte.com

⇨Video by Eugene Chris // youtu.be/85I94Sbh964

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