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Dog on Crutches

by Kempa

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Something's 02:20
Something’s making my hair fall out Something’s making my tongue dry out Something’s making me a different kid Something’s making my legs leaner Something’s making my heart meaner Something’s making my face cleaner Something’s not the same I’ve come to embrace I am welcoming Somethings’ making my mind grosser Something’s pressin my knuckles closer Something’s made me a disposer Something’s not the same I’ve come to embrace I am welcoming
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Narcissus 03:15
Before the shit went down Narcissus would wake to the pleasant sound Of 18 million 18 year old girls Begging just to follow him around He dealt distain Broke a sea of hearts just trying to make it rain But he's a better man now With pollen for a brain I'm the bitch that killed Narcissus I'm every teenage girl's arch nemesis I'm the hero that just wants to call it quits But I often stare at his dead lips... I lead his splendor to a brook Turned his wicked head and forced his eyes to look An instant love connection And he kneeled in face of his own reflection I'm the bitch that killed Narcissus I'm every teenage girl's arch nemesis I'm the hero that just wants to call it quits But I often stare at his dead lips... His self-neglecting rule Leads him to the ground where he rests now in full bloom Unaware of the bower That houses all the pretty flowers I'm the bitch that killed Narcissus I'm every teenage girl's arch nemesis I'm the hero that just wants to call it quits But I often stare at his dead lips... Am I a narcissist for loving Narcissus?
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I took you down the medieval way Hammered your head spit on your plate If you'd've known it was because of what you'd say You'd take it back yesterday Miniature keys to my door Pile of trash on the floor I love you like I love my chores It's you that I should abhor I'm so special cuz I'm on your mind You're so special cuz you're on my mind Your dirty words were always so concise You were never really that nice You took me down your pastime course Your strident voice my black eyed horse The ink fades a strange tint of remorse Transformed into a time corpse I'm so special cuz I'm on your mind You're so special cuz you're on my mind Your dirty words were always so concise You were never really that nice
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Blown 02:14
I'm gonna blow you away Put a hole in your brain Gonna make you miss yer mom I'm gonna flood your home Cater to the heavy drone Of my pet atomic bomb And I won't really care Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all But my gun is drawn I'm gonna blow you to bits Flush your giggles and your shits Right down the drain Cuz when you turned your head I saw your eyes were dead They were paler than this place And I won't really care Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all But my gun is drawn I'm gonna blow you away Put a hole in your brain Gonna make you miss yer mom I'm gonna flood your home Cater to the heavy drone Of my pet atomic bomb And I won't really care Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all But my gun is drawn Yeah I don't care Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all Now that you're gone I'm gonna blow you away When I call you up and say
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Doggy Door 02:08
Powder and hazel are all I want to do Trapped in a closet with a doggy door for food I come home to three furry faces Where are you? You sit and ponder which side of him to defend Why can't everybody be like your gay best friend? I'm not a crisis but I'm bringing this to an end Little girl Little girl Little girl You're haunting my whole wide world
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I found a critter in my backyard I named him Abraham after the things that you forgot Abraham knows that I miss you loads When I feed him leftovers he nibbles at my clothes Mama can we keep him? Mama can we take him home? Mama don't be mistaken He would never break a bone And he gets me man, you can call me stoned all you want When father's asleep I sneak Abraham the meat That no one at dinner wanted to eat I know he'll protect me From assholes like you He's growing real strong with all his new healthy food Mama can we keep him? Mama can we take him home? Mama don't be mistaken He would never break a bone And he gets me man, you can call me stoned One day I will awake to find he's run away And I'll turn back into your stray friend That you kick till the end And I'm starving I found a critter in my backyard I named him Abraham after the things that you forgot He fetches the mail that you write me when you're sad Is he slobbering all over it, or do you miss me that badly? Mama can we keep Abraham? Mama can we take him home? Mama don't be mistaken He won't soil our abode And he gets me man, you can call me stoned

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Written, recorded, mixed, and performed by Kempa (Ellen Kempner) using Garageband from August 2011-March 2012 in a shed and a TV/video game room.

Album art by Kempa

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released March 15, 2012

All instruments played by Kempa

Thanks to: baxter, mel, sarah, rachael, chuckles, and max. Without their constant support and feedback, Kempa would've been way too lazy to actually make this happen.

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