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97 Dresses
02:42
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I own 97 dresses
They help me hide what my mess is, don’t they
It’s lovely to put them on
Over heartache and alcoholism
New day, new way
Same old promises I make myself
I do what I’m supposed to
I’m someone to come home to, sometimes…
97, 97 dresses, 97
97, oh messes, yeah
Every stitch helps heal me
Every thread fulfills me
But I butcher them
Dresses with no hem, that’s me
I’m complete.
Oh, that’s me…
97, 97, 97
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2. |
Rhino Grub
02:22
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One foot in front of the other
Zoned out of time and space
Circles of sunshine, he shudders
Do I even know this place
Mindless traveling
Slowly unraveling
Damaged and rambling,
Until I flow again
Used to the rules of the others
They don’t know me or my…
Troubles, until his small blunders
Blend in, look up at the sky
Mindless traveling
Slowly unraveling
Damaged and rambling,
Until I flow again
Sometimes, the moments come at me
Breathe in, I gotta think through
Stained glass and candles they tell him
All that he needs to be true
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3. |
Gnarla
02:24
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Where did he go
What did he say
Did his eyes move in the wrong way
What if it’s true, all that I fear
Scene that I see, what if it’s here?
No evidence
Logic she says
But trauma defines
What’s left behind
Then you say that it’s all in my head
You’re not listening
My Viewmaster goes click and I see red
I’m not listening
You didn’t need
Something I want
Panic dissolves rational thought
This back and forth gets us nowhere
Makes me wanna get out of your hair
The things that I feel
Are painfully real
When your guts get fucked up
It’s hard to know how to deal
Then you say that it’s all in my head
I’m not listening
Can’t erase all the lies I’ve been fed
You stop listening…
Then you say that it’s all in my head
You’re not listening
Can’t you tell by how lightly I tread
I’m stop listening
Where did he go
What did he say
Did his eyes move in the wrong way
What if it’s true, all that I fear
Scene that I see, what if it’s here?
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4. |
Bastardo
02:10
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Out of yogurt again
Out of salad and chicken
And everything else all at once
Gotta get there
Gotta prepare
Get ready for no fun
Put your mask on and brave it
Even though ya fuckin hate it
Who is this woman crowding me?
Who is this man coming straight at me?
Strangers surrounding me
Damn this grocery run today
I can’t get out of here fast enough
Oh but look, they got toilet paper back in stock,
Thank gawd
Sanitize, sanitize, sanitize
When did the lines get so long?
Stand on that red dot, you twat.
Get me the hell outta here
My glasses are all fogged up
And I could really use a beer
The sun shines on my face again
I take my mask off and breathe in
We made it…
But we probably have covidddd.
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5. |
Flight
02:38
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Entitled lady on my flight with your three kids and husband
Sitting in the seats I reserved ahead of time…
All seat-belted in and ready for takeoff
Still whining and griping at each other
Bc what else are you gonna do?
You keep insisting that you are a family of five. Ohhh, do I mind sitting apart from my own kid?
Because your kids what?
Take precedence??
Bc you don’t have your shit together enough to book for your own fucking tribe?
So you separate mine…
And then I look like the asshole
For holding up the line
Your husband looks at me apologetically
Then quickly down when he meets your eyes
Fuck you. And your shitty kids and your pussy-whipped husband.
Oh and I PAID for that window seat!
What if my brown ass was in yours
I shudder to think….
And for the record. The ONLY reason I complied
is bc our two seats next to your three, means we’d sit next to you or your shitty kids, or your
pussy-whipped husband
So we move along like you want us to
Move along, move along
Like we’re expected to
And you get your way
And you get your way
And you get your way
And you get your way
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6. |
I'm a Storm
02:22
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Ooo, I’m an animal
Unpredictable
You’re convinced that I’m out to get-te-te-te-cha.
And my madness
Overwhelming
And you’re baffled
Nightmare on elming….
I’m a storm
No warning
Devastating
You felt warm
Ooo. Didn’t you?
Yeah convinced
That I’m logic
Yeah, intent
I got magic…
I’m a storm
I’m a storm
I’m a storm…
I’m a storm
I’ll find my way out
Underneath you
I’ll pry my way out
Despite you
Flip the script
You accuse me
Communicate
You refuse me
I’m a storm
I’m a storm
I’m a storm… haha
I’m a storm
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7. |
Chacka Chacka
01:55
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When you do what you do
I don't wanna be with you
Mocking face and mountain dew
I don’t wanna be with you
Bad breath, drunk shit
Pack your bags
We’re goin’ on a guilt trip
My girl said to let you know
Don’t even think about coming to her show
Pack your shit and see you out
Make her eyeballs scream and shout
Bad breath, drunk shit
Pack your bags
We’re goin’ on a guilt trip
Chucka chucka don’t know why
Whiny macho, cry, cry, cry
Oh come on, let’s play fair
Ha, just kidding,
I don’t care
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Tan Mala Austin, Texas
Austin rock band Tan Mala consists of Justin Allen (bass), Vanessa Marroquin (vocals), Jud Wells (drums), and Andy
Espenscheid (guitar).
While their sound is clearly a homage to ‘90s guitar rock, the members’ diverse musical tastes peek through in prog, punk, and even cumbia-influenced tracks.
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