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Thin Skin
03:53
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I was raised at the junction
of Chaos and complete control
Cells keep slipping apart, drifting from my heart
Bleed into a black hole
I don’t know what I want but I want and I want
And I want it all
I wanna call the shots, I wanna get way more than I got
I wanna let it all go
I was raised at the junction
of Chaos and complete control
Cells keep slipping away, lose a piece every day
Never started off whole
I don’t know who I’ve been,
So I dig and I dig under my thin skin
For a glimpse at the root, At whose original skin
I wanna call the shots I wanna get way more than I got
I wanna let it all go
So I dig and I dig under my think skin
for a glimpse at the root, at whose?
Cells keep slipping away , lose a piece every day
Never started off whole
I don’t know
I wanna call the shots I wanna get way more than I’ve got
I wanna let it all go
So I dig under my thin skin for a glimpse at the root
At whose original sin
I was raised at the junction
of chaos and complete control
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84
03:19
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Always in the stands
With her bright young eyes
Searching for 84
Overnight, your biggest fan
You made promises and plans
She gave you all but you wanted more
She was putty in his hands
maybe broken from the bend
Of usual teen back and forth
No one will believe you
A Myspace mob
Rooting for 84
No one is deceived
If we know teen girls like we think
You received what
You asked for
Sour smokey beer soaked breath
He took it all then laughed and left
He called you over, kicked you out
“What are you crying about
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Tinfoil
04:27
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I used to sit on the beach and write songs
Daydream about boys in black suits on the waves
I had my own small apartment that summer I made
more than minimum wage
When you walked my way the smoke from your cigarette
Blew in the face of your two-year-old son
Said you were a doctor but you’re just a dentist
Newly divorced and 40 years young
Play us a song, yeah that’s great, wrap it up
By the way, do you also love Jesus?
We met at the cafe in your mega church
The next weekend you took me to Vegas
You finally found a kid who would fold
An item to restore value to your new less shiny life
I was someone new to crush into the mold
Your own tinfoil trophy wife
I had a good group of friends sophomore year
We would binge playful kiss in my dorm
You blew up my phone when I brought up the guys
Insisted I quit school and move home
I saw it coming, years under your thumb
Thought, I’m sly I can slide
Before you press too hard
You caught a next flight, cornered me in the ring
you bought on your mom’s credit card
You finally found a kid who would fold
When you needed control over more than your own life
I was someone new to crush into the mold
Your own tinfoil trophy wife
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Lights Out
04:04
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Power has been out for two weeks
We’re three months past due on the lein
Yet somehow I couldnt care less
I’ve been powerless since 19
Once I aspired to do so much more than just breathe
Now I’m cold and hungry as the day I was born
While saving coins and courage up to leave
Swallow the tears or you’ll get
something real to cry about
Hon if you think it’s dark now
oh you wait til i put your lights out
The pink slip on the door gave us 4 weeks
you found it first and never gave me warning
I came home to find my clothes and guitar by the road
You pretend to leave for work every morning
Someday when they bill me for the hole in the wall
I will recall the object you swung at my head
Next year I’ll finally leave and feel a moment of relief
but you swore I’ll be yours or I’ll be dead
Swallow the tears or you’ll get
something real to cry about
Hon if you think it’s dark now
oh you wait til i put your lights out
I pray that you’ll return begging for a chance to learn
so i keep a claw hammer by my bed
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Firstborn
03:34
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I don’t believe in God or heaven or hell
I found my faith in a 10 by 12 room
In the glory of it’s cracking walls and blackened corners
I’m awaiting everlasting life high as holy hell on you
No pearls or pastures, gold or riches
by no silk or jewels shall I be adorned
The only son I long to lie in abandon before
Is your father's firstborn
In a drifting moment I felt you like a holy ghost
I must have once been found
Because now I find myself feeling lost
You found me there at my very lowest
or did you see me first
when I was in the womb being formed?
You tossed me to the sea
when we were just a mile from shore
but I only tell the part of the story
where you save me from the storm
In a drifting moment I felt you like a holy ghost
I must have once been found
Because now I find myself feeling lost
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Gat Moony Seattle, Washington
Gat Moony is the solo project of Seattle-based singer-songwriter Gabi Montoya (leader of Tucson bands Taco Sauce and Juju Fontaine). The multi-instrumentalist expanded her skill set as a producer when she self-recorded and released her debut EP, if you think its dark now, on which she played every instrument from bass to banjo. The EP is out on Bandcamp and will be streaming on April 21, 2023 ... more
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