1. |
ABS - Heartache
02:02
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[Amy Bruce Spaceshow]
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2. |
ABS - Mable
01:23
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[Amy Bruce Spaceshow]
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3. |
ABS - Small Talk
01:26
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[Amy Bruce Spaceshow]
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4. |
ABS - Predispositions
01:49
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[Amy Bruce Spaceshow]
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5. |
ABS - Heartaches
00:53
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[Amy Bruce Spaceshow]
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6. |
Sunburns, pt I
02:52
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She counted off her sunburns.
Showed me the piles of dead skin she'd peeled from her life
Told me secrets in hushed tones
Said she felt better,
But I couldn't sleep that night.
Girls like us
Always have sunburns peeling from our shoulders.
Even in the longest winters.
She held her tounge
Like a fragile stained glass window,
Housed in a small church off of the highway,
Where aging mothers retreat to pray for their young daughters.
Callouses where soft skin should be found.
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7. |
The Devil
02:16
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Midsummer, sleeping in too late.
I close my eyes when you get up to leave.
Count sunspots in my eyelids well past one,
Then brake/make the days first promises with my heavy tongue.
Well it's one foot in front of the other.
Some days slower some days faster.
Steady pace.
I ignore useless advice.
Constant distractions leaving ugly bruises on my thighs.
No one knows how to be happy.
It's just one foot in front of the other,
Some days slower some days faster,
But we, must keep up a steady pace.
For we must not keep the devil waiting.
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8. |
Blushing
03:29
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Sitting in the gravel outside of a bar on the east side,
All the college kids hang out on Kirkwood in another part of town.
So tonight this bar could be a scene from Vinnie's up north
On 2nd street. I feel dizzy.
I trace the dents left in my legs by the rocks,
I call you three times and on the third time you finally pick up.
You're drunk at home, alone in your room.
I'm drunkenly making friends in this parking lot
With anyone who wants to.
So I stumble, over poorly chosen words,
As I try to explain a series of events that've made me crazy,
But all that comes out is that it's late and I feel stupid.
In the spring we could barely speak through our blushing,
And in the summer we got wasted every chance we could
At the only gay bar in this town,
By the fall I'm sorry sat so stiff on our
Chapped lips & frostbitten finger tips
That in the winter,
We could barely speak again.
You smashed your phone,
Wrecked your car.
Moved to the west side.
I moved downtown.
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9. |
Sunburns, pt II
01:42
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You walked through locked doors,
But you swore you weren't a ghost.
You wrote me letters,
But I burned them all before I opened up the envelope.
I may be mean,
But that doesn't make you sweet.
I don't think having soft hands makes you sweet.
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Garrett Walters Bloomington, Indiana
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