1. |
I Quit
04:38
|
|||
There are calls to return
There are visits to pay
There are far too many people
Who should just go away
That's it
Now I'm all out of sick time
I don't get paid for OT
There's no such thing as a promotion
And you can't fire me
I quit
This is my womb
This is my doom
This is my tomb
This is my bedroom
With every drip on my head
I learn what it's all about
Well you're my nasty little secret
Now I'm letting you out
Tough shit
And this is where you end up
When you're done laying blame
In a bed all alone
In a puddle of shame
I quit
This is my womb
This is my doom
This is my tomb
This is my bedroom
These are my hopes
These are my dreams
These are my plans
This is my face right here in my hands
This is my doom
This is my tomb
This is my bedroom
This is my womb
This is my doom
This is my tomb
This is my bedroom
You're a shape in the rain
You're a phrase in a note
You're a photo in an album
You're the lump in my throat
I quit
|
||||
2. |
||||
Soul Food For White People
Mike, Jed, and Chris ordered the sliced turkey breast with side orders and soda. I got the chicken pot pie. They got the baked beans, but I got the tortellini salad and stuffing covered with hot gravy. The smell of beans hit me like wet steam when I reached the table. The beans and bean juice were red. We talked and we ate this food so hard we started to sweat. We talked about the rock stars we hate. Jed had to watch his language because there were children in Boston Rotisserie Chicken.
Outside was an old couple walking a brown and white dog. The dog jaggers as it smells other dogs' urine. It's really old. They expected it to die last winter. They watch it walk proudly. The dog ignores them, sniffing dry papers on the ground. Its thick pawskin grabs the pavement at each step. It's hot out. The old couple is so proud of their dog outside of Boston Rotisserie Chicken.
Mike and Jed and Chris and I fall back from the table, and we walk out. The best feeling after your stomach is stretched like a full wineskin is putting your hand under your shirt and rubbing your full stomach.
|
||||
3. |
Didn't Think So
03:46
|
|||
If I went away, would it make you sad?
|
Jed Davis Syracuse, New York
Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.
Streaming and Download help