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by Tommy Santee Klaws

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1.
You’ve taken the offer off the table I saw But you left a deposit in the office of your car Patterns and figures line the insides of your charts Baby blood pumping and crowding its source Don’t take it too seriously ‘cause seriously it’s gone Do you remember what you called me before? 'Cause I do remember the blank stare uh-huh-huh Take me out, over and over again Take me out and move over my skull I don’t know, I don’t care, then we’re there Silence found its way, through my hands, through my hair Is it absence you’re fonder of or do you even dare? Do you remember what you called me before? 'Cause I do remember the blank stare uh-huh-huh Taking the head back to dunk it in Your snow It is excuses and trashcans for your ears They're taking it over ‘cause it’s over, like, for sure Take me out, over and over again Take me out and move over my skull I don’t know, I don’t care, then we’re there
2.
Higher, higher Danger, danger Your body trembled, your face turned white You dreamt of mountains, you dreamt of lights The colors formed and faded You took your time then gave in The skin floated off your bones Turned to flame then turned to smoke They took you out, a speck of dust Before it happened you confessed Singing songs you thought you heard a hundred times before, oh… Your body trembled, your face turned white You dreamt of mountains, you dreamt of lights Higher, higher Danger, danger
3.
03:57
Larry, Larry wasn’t so bad, but Larry looked real bad Larry, it is not so bad, it’s clearly a notch above the rest Larry with your face a mess, oh, Larry, you are under arrest Larry, with your hair dyed green, Larry, you’re not fooling us And Larry lost both hands, taken by chemicals with demands And we’re swimming, breathing in the (salty) riverbed With barely enough to make a dude brain dead Waiting out the mud between my toes My lungs occupied, and leaking out my nose Larry, what the fuck’s in your hand? Taking Sally to this loser’s dad Oh, Larry, don’t fuck this up. It’s a setup in the back of his truck
4.
There is a portal buried down in the gravel once you past Prophetstown 66 Or is that the exit, 33, we missed it, yes, it is 33 This is the piano, covered in animals, next to noses up -eyes looking down You just want a little, you don’t want a lot, what’s shared, it grows and goes to the top Throw paper at the freak, pick it up with his feet, watch him run, run, run to the bank You take tender engines, it’s part of your prescription now, now, and smoking supplements No sleep, know God, no suffering, know God Know sleep, know God, know suffering, Know God
5.
04:27
I’ve thought it over, how much longer now There’s a definite vibration, with complicated ties Well, fuck you If not from my heart, man, then from my eyes There’s poison in your look, and pheromones in your spine It must be time to grow, or time to shut it up Thrown over your shoulders, and kept behind the fence Chained link and odors, this is the slow boat home Maybe I’m crazy - fingers crossed it comes back to me Longer still, but short of the rest- I don’t know, aren’t you impressed? Baby, did you get your fill – I’m never sure when enough’s enough? Fading hard and kicked out on – I’ve gone soft, a technicality Better dye for the wool of, your representative’s cloak Leave your clothes, it’s over, cuz we won’t need them there Temperature is rising, the dog is trapped in the car Your nose was running but now is dry, I’d say it’s probably time Bedroom filled with mattresses, locked, no accomplices Paid to keep your head down low, and fucking do what you’re told
6.
What’s the reason to why we hide? If we leave then we’ve given up Is it worth to even doubt that I’ve got poison stuck Too many thoughts to reconcile- they’ve held you down again By your wrists, and all you smell is white bread and mayonnaise Hell has a home Hate has a hold Love has its terms and conditions What's amazing is the wand that hurts from making us disappear There's a portal for each dried lake I crossed with broken planks and spears Roll through with a blanket wadded up to look like your milky daze Roll through with sulphur salty eyes, white bread and mayonnaise But I'm still cold And you've been called To the edge of a little light Whether you believe in it or not, it’s looming and it won’t back off Clenched your fist and organized, baby clothes in a dumpster fire Out my eyes, out my mouth, out my head, it appears to be over and dead Keep em coming, but keep em at the gates, bath salts and lemonade
7.
04:26
In the summer, wait for me, even though you’re dead You walk away from me, even though you’re dead Even though you’re dead, even though you’re dead I Miss you, mostly ‘cause you’re dead I still miss you, even though you’re crazy Even though we’re crazy In the other, I wait for you, you and no other In the white side, I wait for you, over and over In the ether, I come to you even though you’re still dead In the eyes of, I wait for you, even though you’re dead Even though you were crazy, even though you’re dead Enter gray cats and polka dots, over and over It’d be easy to wait for me mostly cuz you’re dead Will you wait for me? Or am I acting crazy? It’s much easier, even though you’re dead I can’t wait for you, only cuz you’re dead In the summer, wait for you, even though you’re dead
8.
05:57
I feel it, heart attack, filled their condos with their instruments History won’t suffice, ‘cause I’d rather go with them than die Talking to (an)gels and selling (con)dos, we should keep each other on our toes You blanked and forgot to breathe, was it weird that you were still with me It’s gonna be a big one, heart attack, you’ve been gearing up all your life Practicing every night, with neglect and smoking Black and Milds I found you in the backseat of that mother fucker’s lifted truck I met you in the middle of “I don’t want to but I’ve had enough” It was there that you’d given up, and it was clear what you really loved You said, “I’m gonna die, die, die from trauma, mama, I, me, mine.” Clean again, clean again. Free again, free again. We’ll Be okay, be okay.

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Dedicated to Jasper Suppipat 9/11/2001

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released November 24, 2019

All songs written and recorded by Tommy Santee Klaws, except "Milk and Mayonnaise" lyrics by Tommy Santee Klaws and Dorian Wood.

Tommy Santee Klaws: Arpio, drumsss, acoustic guitar, steel drum, Lowrey Teenie Genie, upright piano, vocals, Yamaha PS-20, Yamaha VSS-33

Silas Berkson: vocals on "Higher Highest," "This Our Piano Now," and "Hadta Wanta."

Donna Jo: vocals on "Higher Highest," "This Our Piano Now," and "Hadta Wanta."

Scott Keil: drums on "Wait for Me."

Esme Rummelhart: violin on "Get Me out This Car," "Larry," "Wait for Me," and "Hadta Wanta."

Jonny Stax: upright piano on "Hadta Wanta."

Davy Walker: vocals on "Get Me out This Car."


Published by Pillar of Light (BMI)

Bad Player cover art by Camille Bertagna. Please visit and support her beautiful work at www.camillebertagna.com

The vinyl could not have been pressed without the kindness of the following producers: My Donna, Phil Braen, Ian Butler, Emily Embree, Jack Garrett, Jerry Liebowitz, Ross MacKenzie, Robin Murez, and Outpost Arts & Leisure, Design & Sandwich.

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