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Open Season

by AANI

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Sunshowers 03:28
My brain it trickles like the pepsi out an empty can on the train It’s getting pretty sticky on the shitty fake marble of the page My lips they’re stretched out like elastic on the plastic rim of the cup Oh, I’m giving it up I can’t even buzz The light it’s shooting down its fingers through the lingering screen of the mist Ah shit that’s all that it is I’m just caught in this mist. How could I do it?
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Pour a little more in there I'll put me in my time out chair A pillow made of my dog's hair I'll put me in my time out chair. Nothing Nothing is familiar it's all a joke I pass out laughs between the hacks when I sip some water till I'm stable on my feet. Oh I'm laughing Laughing so hard I fall out my goddamn chair My face tomatoed I'll join Kira neath the table at least I know it's stable down there Tie me with a dishtowel till I stay in my seat. Pour a little more in there I'll put me in my time out chair A pillow made of my dog's hair I'll put me in my time out chair. I sold my chair just to buy more stuff I try to keep it fair but in all honesty it's never quite enough. Now Kira's deaf so the table's looking bare- I'm moving away There won't be anyone to put me in my time out chair. Pour a little more in there (oh fill it up) I'll put me in my time out chair (sit me down and tie me with a dishtowel) A pillow made of my dog's hair (I keep it in the drawer and I'll never take it out now) I'll put me in my time out chair. Put me in my.
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On The Fence 02:53
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Tricks 03:28
She shrunk me Well really I shrunk me Trying to make myself obsolete, But honestly I just used up all my tricks I used up all my tricks. I am a dog that doesn’t know where to go without a leash I can’t get myself off of my phone I am the bus they said broke down cause they were scared of the heat You were my metronome. I am the ticket sticking out of your windshield wiper I can’t turn on the fucking AC No one believes when I say that it feels good to cry but what would you do if you used up all your tricks?
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Gatsby 04:59
couldn't leave well enough alone, you were right, i'm wrong. couldn't leave the well alone, she called me on the phone. it was just to let a friendly cry. my middle aches, can you make me fly? so many thoughts in so little time, cos' their pain is their crime. sell my car to the moving man - i'm the sea and you're japan. no great morning, no rising sun. no gatsby in me i'm running from. like a whisper in a lonely town, you brush it off, but it's so loud. that's your ticker, wishing don't give up. this is more than can fill you up. more than this i would ask in turn, minds too busy to stop and learn. slight of hand and a gentle push, the lines of promise turn to crush. sell my car to the moving man - i'm the sea and you're japan. no great morning, no rising sun. no gatsby in me, i'm running from. it's funny how the kids rise, in a pool of my disguise. they are warped outside and in. what's my muse? it's their sin. walking backwards face-first into my past, as i refuse to be lied against. i am a well dressed man in a larger house; it's so quiet. sell my car to the moving man - i'm the sea and you're japan. no great morning, no rising sun. no gatsby in me, i'm running from.
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You can’t help yourself Can’t help yourself Can’t help yourself but to touch it when you see it And I can’t help myself Can’t help myself Can’t help but to hate myself sometimes Heart to heart was never known Mind with mind did never meet We are columns left alone Of a temple once complete Help yourself ‘cause I can’t help you anymore (Help yourself, help yourself cause I can’t help you so help yourself) Help yourself ‘cause I can’t help me anymore (Help) Help yourself ‘cause I can’t help myself Excuse me while I lose myself in the lattice of the leaves I can’t help myself Can’t help myself Can’t help myself but to touch it when I see it And you can’t help yourself Can’t help yourself Can’t help but to hate my guts sometimes
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Blue 01:13
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Jay 03:14

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released May 19, 2016

Mastered by Nicky Young
"The Orient, and the Gatsby's Slew of Choices" written by Justin Vernon
"Help Yourself" co-written by Ezra Mutnick
Featuring Vicki Najjar on background vocals, tracks 6 and 10

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AANI New York, New York

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played, recorded and produced by aaron "aani" kisslinger
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