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Brush Your Teeth ;)

by Dads

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When you told me you loved the beach, I set off an A-Bomb at every coastline. When you told me you loved the grass, I set off weedkiller through all the water pipes. When you told me you loved the sun, I sent astronauts to extinguish it. When you told me you loved me, I imploded from the stomach out.
I won't let this grave get the best of me. Bury the soil on top of my roots. Where's the figure to help you figure about the dark of the night and when to scream and shout. I hope you never come back home, I hope you've found your way out. You are the footsteps I hear in my head. Echos from ear to ear. Where were you when I needed you? Staying true to your usual plans. Where were you when I needed you? Laying low with your casket's demands.
I'm not moving, I'm just standing still. In this shit you left me, I'm glad you left me. I've learned three things this year: like my dependency on beer, how sweat feels in my eyes, and how you depend on your lies. You can't apologize enough for feeling sorry for leaving. It doesn't help at all that each time you do, I still don't believe it. So I've made shapes out of your left over belongings; a hand empty through old age, a new bed for each turned page, a perfume bottle I can't stand to see, someone who actually needs me.
In modern photography, digital topography, pictures of places we can never see. (You can meet me) Under 20,000 leagues, or in a different country, planes can't take us places we cannot be. (In the middle) Two faces on a video screen, captured clearly, no matter how many feet are in between. (You can meet me) Still I'm so happy for the real thing; to feel your skin and the bite of your teeth.


Second EP by Dads, recorded March 13 and 14 at Isla Nublar in Piscataway, NJ and mixed March 15-17 at Little Richards in New Brunswick, NJ. Mastered by Bill Henderson. Artwork by Lane Nelson


released March 29, 2011

Scott Scharinger - Guitars/Vocals
John Bradley - Drums/Bass/Vocals


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