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Yes, I Am Talking To You Lyrics
let's 'fess up to firecrackerjack snacks and a piggy bank built and filled to be spilled and broken. hammy fat fingers pinch clammy cold coins. all the leaves left wither a sickly brittle brown. i'm dying to tell you i'm dying. i don't need a reason. you've got yourself such a comfortable trap. yes i am talking to you. yes i know this is shameless. yes i am talking to you. you've got yourself such a comfortable trap.
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a matinee of sunshine ribbons on a sheetless mattress. moonlighting as swooning. moonlight isn't really from the moon at all. i am shining smiles and flowery glows. i am drunk in the breeze in the park chasing kites and splashing puddles. forget meknots in my gut. that's what you get. we nibbled butter cookie rings to the knuckle. artichoke trophies choked down through nevada sandy enzymes, past ribs choking scorching hearts, down to an autotrophic stomach. i called her june, until that late spring, quite possibly march leap year. automatic trophies aren't shit.
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a matinee of sunshine ribbons on a sheetless mattress. moonlighting as swooning. moonlight isn't really from the moon at all. i am shining smiles and flowery glows. i am drunk in the breeze in the park chasing kites and splashing puddles. forget meknots in my gut. that's what you get. we nibbled butter cookie rings to the knuckle. artichoke trophies choked down through nevada sandy enzymes, past ribs choking scorching hearts, down to an autotrophic stomach. i called her june, until that late spring, quite possibly march leap year. automatic trophies aren't shit.
I'M DYING TO TELL YOU I'M DYING! that's so awesome, i love this band.
I like singing this REALLLLLY loudly. It feels good :)
"i'm dying to tell you i'm dying, i don't need a reason" are words of bob nanna when he was with his band friction.
the title of the friction song is 'auburn' you can download it on www.polyvinylrecords.com
Tim Kinsella's nonsensical musings are all about feelings. I don't think they're meant to mean anything concrete, and in a sense that's a lot more meaningful.
There's a lot of seasonal references. Maybe bitter reminders of bygone summer lovers, how fickle they can be, or fond rememberance. I suppose that's up to individual interpretation. To me, it's all cuddling and puppy love. Being a kid.