APATHETIC DENTAL TECHNICIAN 7"
by Tommy Santee Klaws
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Digital Album
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Cracks & Chants
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Methantiphon
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released 06 June 2009
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"Tommy Santee Klaws has existed in some form for nearly a decade, conjuring miniature tornadoes, making a ruckus. Like some of the best Los Angeles new-folky type acts, Tommy Santee Klaws understands the trick of making nostalgia work both ways; into some bright future and the virtuous, murky past. Skinning the old to dress the new." -Gerard Olson ... more
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- Track Name: Dead Leaves & Bumblebees (7" Version)
- I can't feel your heart. Its freezing me has beaten me. Violating me, now I see that he's chosen me. In dead leaves and bumble bees, on my knees. Walking down that plank, well, I sang and then I sank. Violated me, now I see that he's changing me. I don't want your touch, it's too much bad luck. Fragile hearts that are strung together sing to me. Please keep us so close together, never leave. In dead leaves and bumble bees, on my knees. Whoo.
- Track Name: Cracks & Chants
- Murderer dear, I feared you here, oh, oh, and I sing scratched chants to a piano. Oh, the doctors kissed her on the lips, oh, no, making her awake and shake her hips so slow. He's in my soul and the red walls of my skull, oh, oh. Stutter and I stall, in an upstairs tying knots. Stutter and I stall, making plans of flying hands. Stutter and I stall, I'm a million people in harm. Stutter and I stall, I'll trip him coming down. Stutter and I stall, cracked cornered cases.
- Track Name: Methantiphon
- This is the song that I sing to my father. This is the song that I sing when he's gone. Oh, the flesh that you've left to wither, brought as a gift. I can't feel my legs, my meds, or my baby muscles. The excess is lifeless, except for when I get fed. It's the twitch and the itch that are present that help the fat to grow. Grow unnecessarily. Your throne is cold and broke. Broke but has wheels that are spinning and gets me where I need to go. The soft touch of your pick-up is what puts holes in my nose. The blood runs. The blood never ends. This is the song that I sing to my father. This is the song that I sing when he's gone. He'll be gone when he finds that there's no other. He'll be gone and I'll be singing this song.
