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Sunspots

by Cousin Dud

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Momma was a dentist daddy was maple syrup we were raised in a cavity oh sweet pain sugar cane tempest blood in the Bisquick thicker than the water lemons like these fuck make the face squeeze you gotta give the click Used to dig the old tricks cut cards and class with the peppermint slip learning how to use it now we got a new kick throw fits till we get the cigarette lit we don't wanna lose it you gotta loosen up sun up with the tomboy sweater sun down thinkin everybody's got it better everybody got a smile for the sun queen drill out the chocolate diamond sin between the white bleached teeth when you catch em smilin everybody got a sale for the sun queen you gotta give the click
2.
Square Rats 04:10
they painted the courthouse and threw up a brand new flag a kid in the gazebo waves a corner bag he's fixing his hood he's pullin a couple drags He's waitin here she come walkin like honey please leave me be all you motherfuckers in the jnco jeans keep fillin those pockets with shoplifted magazines keep sinkin she don't run with the square rats she don't fuck with that she doesn't get high before class She with the world on her back she don't need all that she doesn't run with the square rats Hate to throw my drone God save me from the microphone don't need that meet at the monument duck in the mall when it rains don't need that give em the finger with the nicotine stains give her that places where she don't know the names of the rivers
3.
Bitch Credit 02:15
it was a sky kissed missile it was a big tall building it was a prince of darkness it was a princess willing to count the money life's not funny count it well you come in crooked but you got a good look kid let's call it what it is just a shit show mistook for a celebration champagne & jet planes over baseball games
4.
Wrong Kidz 03:12
how does this all end does it track me wounded does it kill me where I stand does the winter halt before the road salt eats through my shoes does the great assault fade into something I get used to words worth nothing say I'm busy as a wren all the failed attempts to reinvent myself again I could've never been a barber I just don't know when to quit I was never good for pharmacy I'm too full of shit you won't win me over you won't ever win so just take it on the chin don't all those buzzkill cowboys got impressions of the West sleepin sheepskin stetsons analog cigarettes but you know what happens when you fuck with the wrong kids
5.
The Lemon 04:53
you threw yer gold shoes on the floor Hollywood didnt seem so far off any more act like you're ready for a war we can make new enemies when the old ones start to bore us we rode off into the stars on the backs of the plastic horses of Humboldt Park kept our stuff in mason jars The Lemon, cloaked in sunshine pink cigarette case keeps em neat don't all the pigs come runnin when you keep the kitchen sweet let you take the window seat be the beacon for all those lonely parakeets we rode off into the stars on the backs of the plastic horses of Humboldt Park kept our stuff in mason jars The Lemon, soaked in sunshine dream me, always runnin Icarus he watched you peel said I know just how it feels when the pulp just won't congeal The Lemon, soaked in sunshine dream me, always runnin
6.
we burned back into town on a warm October day the cutters in the cornfields the old sky goin gray our heads were swirling in the calls of a hundred sand hill cranes landing all around us to that song you always played when we packed up all we had burned our fingers on the choke I know heaven smells like resin where there's boredom sure there's smoke it was the day of the St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil with our cashed-out eyes and Visine drops the church's hazy parking lot was lined with rows of tables robed in checkered paper tablecloths blood of Christ and virgin white the colors Mary's momma liked the centerpieces set just right plastic flowers & counterfeit candlelight & it was hot so the parishioners and the devout air-conditioner whispered in the narthex played pretend the kids aren't having sex it was the day of the St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil the taste of salt and sunlight, melting in the foil, toothpicks and tanlines and tubs of Land-o-Lakes butter with olive oil sp we cracked our claws and paid the check with the napkin wrapped around your neck you drew the sweat from my bottleneck we left to take a drive again it was the day of the St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil
7.
Tom Foundry finished up with his laundry and he drinks the detergent says now I’m gonna get my insides clean his wife out on the town that night they call her up it is urgent old Tom is sick in the machine she cries and takes a stab at goodbyes but she just can’t get her words in says lord I hope it’s not too late she’d lied cheating Tommy on the side and having drinks with the surgeon by then too drunk to operate so he cursed and said that I could call the nurse in but I don’t think its worth it since last week she’s been out of town go home and clear the foam from his throat and if he don’t seem allergic ring him out and hang him upside down Tommy choked and he woke in the morning winnowed out with the linens arms dangling beneath the dogwood trees he died as he dried over night fresh and strung out and grinning says lord I’ve slept quite comfortably Tom’s story made it down to the quarry where he worked for his $$$ they said oh to be hanging out on the line unstained from the tunnel when the day is clean and bleached bright and sunny It sure beats working in the mine
8.
oh Persephone won’t you please come home for the world has grown so cold since you went and left us here alone all the marigolds they refuse to grow in this deep winter snow and my fired and heavy eyes they shall never be closed for my nights are so awfully bright with the white and weary snow upon the ground reflecting me the moon jaded through your pretty city lights such a dreadful sight the wired and frozen view from my hospital room and i can see me comin’ round in my evening gown fuckin up this town for the way you all looked down on me i’ll be back up on the stage lit out of this cage my heart ripe with rage cuz you wouldn’t lay your crown on me painfully neat disinfected sheets anesthetically pleading for some sympathy what boy will marry will me want no reception made of dull and plastic cutlery, just a plastic wife for the plastic life that he’ll lead there's no more pretend indifferent til the end go for weeks again without seeing a friend nothing but time to remember when I didn't need to be so high in boxes of old pictures you can see it in my eyes and i can see me comin’ round in my evening gown fuckin up this town for the way you all looked down on me i’ll be back up on the stage lit out of this cage my heart ripe with rage cuz you wouldn't lay your crown on me hail mary full of grace she’ll be put into her place with a bullet in her face

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Cousin Dud is:

Josh Burns (guitars/vox)
Matt Carmichael (guitars/vox/keys)
Cesar Cruz (drums/percussion/vox)
Dan Schuld (bass)

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released October 5, 2016

all songs written and arranged by Cousin Dud

recorded/mixed/mastered/engineered by Craig Rau

@ Horse horse, Tiger tiger Studio in Crystal Lake, IL

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