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Every Dog Says Come On Master

by Pet Scab

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When I want you to hold my arms When I need you to hold my arms I When I feel blue in supermarkets When I feel new pairs of All-Stars I I want to be the one who knows the best way x 3 To eat you I want to be the one note that you play x 3 In your house I need to go so I can die I love to blow but not get high I I want to be the worst suit that you wear x 3 On Friday
2.
Flump 03:35
We’ve reached the end of the cul-de- sac Boy climb into trash can Now trapped in mysterious monolith, ee ee Don’t stop, neighbor approaching fast Crazed look in sleepless eyes Don’t stop: back-alley jester’s rules, ee ee Now, you can lick my hands And you can lick my face It tickles, it tickles, but that’s okay With my head in your jaws I’ll scratch behind your ears Canine and human locked in awkward embrace We’ll move ever so discreetly On the outskirts of Matthew’s farm Bad trip inspires quick skinny-dip, ee ee Can’t win, evening’s leftovers Strewn all over kitchen floor Tall girl sweats in gorilla suit, that’s me, me Boy trapped at bottom of wishing well Try to stick head in ground Best friend, won’t you come get me out? Please, please
3.
Everyday 02:19
4.
I must be outside, This can’t be death Got a funny feeling inside my head I’d begun to stare you down when you showed me your hand Stare me down The cow says moo Stepped off the train, Then it started to rain Stuck in New York City with nary a thought Waiting for some punk to steal my only I.D. Too much autonomy My sincere apologies I’ll catch the next ride home into your arms Where I belong Where I belong I’ll cease my song Nations retreat into themselves While I peddle real estate in a half-familiar tongue
5.
You’re a faithful goober faithful goober in your careless way Faithful goober faithful goober in your careless way In your careless way x 4 In your… No, we won’t turn back at this cruel wall The stile confounds you so, but it’s all in your head You’ve spent years bounding up steep stairs Step back, my friend, and see the broader picture My faithful goober faithful goober and your careless ways Faithful goober faithful goober and your careless ways In your careless ways x 4 In your… All semblance of authority has collapsed This town’s descending into chaos… whose fault? Orange streaks of fire hanging in the sky Like swords poised to skewer all the cornfields and the lakes Huddled underground until the shrieking died Cautiously sniffed the air for nuclear cologne Personal monuments in smouldering ruin Now we crawl in the sand, blind, side-by-side
6.
My New Dog 02:33
I never had a dog Lonely I sit Get Sick And vomit up shitty memories I'd rather sell my new dog than relinquish all the bullshit that I am obsessed with
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8.
You make the world and its minions spin round upside-down We’ve got to leave this post-industrial town We never did find out what words were exchanged As the ambulance pulled away Little doggy wants to play Wakes you up in the middle of the night We don’t need no reservations In this dead American nation Get up off my lawn This piece of junk won’t make it past Syracuse We’ll just have to spend some time hiding out in the woods Come around and take a look at this here guitar It ain’t much but it’s all I got

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released March 22, 2018

Tracks 1-2, 4, 6- 7 by Ben Chin
Track 5 by Aaron Bendich and Ben Chin
Track 3 by Buddy Holly
Track 1 lyrics partially copied from ‘The Waiting’ by Angel Olsen
Album artwork models (left to right): Yoda Constantine, Maybe Ronan, Orzo Constantine, Olive Ronan, Ben Chin, Shakey Ronan, Mina Radonjic, Dipper Ronan

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