DANG

by Leggy

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02:42
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02:06
3.
02:16
4.
02:02

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released January 8, 2016

Veronique Allaer : guitar / vox
Kerstin Bladh : bass
Christopher Campbell : drums

Recorded and produced by Sam Cowan

released by MANIC STATIC Jan 2016

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Track Name: Bruises
Sentimental value city,
fake gold jewelry
all the compliments he’s given got me livid
faith is d r i f t i n g like a comet
I thought I heard a sonnet
I thought he was Adonis
but he broke my little heart like it was just
a pinky promise

& there are bruises on my legs where yr fingers were
here I am feeling things I thought for sure I would never feel
and so I take another drag of yr cigarette
& hold yr hand like a purse I own
I know that it’s counterfeit but
I show it off like it’s real
I show it off like it’s real

Feelin Lazy on the floorboards,
blazin in the kitchen
all my words that i have given feel so distant
and my memory is f o l k l o r e
its hard not to accept more
not easy to behave
when there is no one to be sober for

there are bruises on my legs where yr fingers were
here I am feeling things I thought for sure I would never feel
and so I take another drag of yr cigarette
& hold yr hand like a purse I own
I know that it’s counterfeit but
I show it off like it’s real
I show it off like it’s real

and if an ice cube slipped into my throat
do you think that it would melt before I choked?
i know that its not safe to drink alone
so why do i do so?

there are bruises on my legs where yr fingers were
here I am feeling things I thought for sure I would never feel
and so I take another drag of yr cigarette
& hold yr hand like a purse I own
I know it’s a counterfeit but
I show it off like it’s real
I show it off like it’s real
Track Name: Even Lana
I thought you said it was okay to kiss?
I never tried to treat you badly :(
I know I did it fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you wish you never met me
I thought you said it was okay I came and left.
I never tried to treat you badly
I know I did it fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you wish you never met me.

‘Cause I’m done kissing boys who can’t even hold my attention
and I’m done thinking things perpetually making me sadder
like the concept of a Dear John letter
or a heart as tried & true as leather
& Even Lana found a man who fit her better than her favorite sweater.

I know I said that I was fine with this
I don’t know why I’m so unhappy
I know I left you fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you wish you could forget me
I thought you said it was okay I came and left
I never tried to treat you badly
I know I did it fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you guess you never had me
‘cause you had me you had me

And I’m done kissing boys who can’t even hold my attention
and I’m done thinking things perpetually making me sadder
like the concept of a Dear John letter
or a heart as tried & true as leather
& Even Lana found a man who fit her better than her favorite sweater.
Track Name: Backyard
In the backyard I say a prayer for
all the little creatures, they thought I was their mother
Every day I make a wish on
all my lucky numbers, I see sequences and patterns
and with my diet coke, I take a heavy dose
it gets me really close

Like a baby smoking cigarettes
or a lash against the cornea
you are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya

In the daytime I rationalize
or blame it on the season or blame it on my star sign
in the nighttime, laying down
I’m replaying every reason second guessing and repeating
and with a heady stare, you say there’s nothing there
ask why I talk to air

Like a baby smoking cigarettes
or a lash against the cornea
you are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya
Track Name: Waisted
I'm sorry you're wasted
I know it, I taste it
You're sorry you're wasted
but you're sorrier I taste it

But "Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word
"Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word

I'm sorry you're wasted
I know it, I taste it
You're sorry you're wasted
but you're sorrier I taste it

But "Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word
"Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word