Special Snowflakes b​/​w Mama's Lipstick

by PILE

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released 11 March 2014

recorded by Dan Angel and James Ryskalchick at the Sex Dungeon in Philly PA. Mastered by Richard Marr at Galaxy Park Studios. Mama's Lipstick mixed by Dan and James, and Special Snowflakes mixed by Richard Marr. artwork by Emilee Harper. Matt Becker- guitar, Kris Kuss - drums, Rick Maguire - guitar and vocals, Matt Connery - bass, art layout and bum on front. exploding in sound 017

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Track Name: Special Snowflakes
Mornings come with birds and kids
Talking to themselves for some reason
And wrists can vibrate at a comfortable rate
to get you to sleep or keep you from it

He wears that hole in his shoe with real grace
And if he wears it right he
just might have a leg up on everyone
bet it’d feel so good.
They’d all watch him tie those gold laces
And they become things that he can’t stop tying
Becoming grateful and bitter for his brand new handicap and
Holding the ropes that he’d been thrust upon
Can’t get his hands off his feet to enjoy the walk
Now it’s tough to tell if ever he was real
Just knows the crunch of his new boots crushes special snowflakes

Choke the evil out
Smoke “
Stroke “
Choke “

it's satisfied
by removing chunks of dead skin
it turns it on the same way
mmmm mmmm mmmm

couldn’t keep a straight face staring at it
it satisfies
it turns me on

With that mirror you forced yourself to stare
And you stink of the holiness they soaked you in
It ends up driving you bored and drinking you numb
So special for a minute though

He wears that hole in his shoe with the same face
And if he wears it right he
just might have to keep that leg up on everyone
it feels so good.
They’d all watch him tie those gold laces
And they become things that he can’t stop tying
Gracefully bitter for that old handicap and
Gripping the ropes that he holds himself on
Feet paraded on high as his hands take the walk
Tough to tell if ever he was real
Just knows the crunch of those old boots keeps him a special snowflake
Track Name: Mama's Lipstick
Dreams of wearing Mother’s pearls
With her bright red lipstick on
Chest out like a proud son
Everything covered in form
A strangled lust was thrown
To float into death alone.

You miss the things that turn you pink
But those deeds can’t be touched
Neither can you
Nor speak it straight

A shriek that ran out of gas
prompts yawns you try and hide
Why wait for death
When you can achieve senility

I love you so much but I just might run out
It all means so much but never matters enough