Every time my nipples get hard I die inside

by Busy Bee

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Self-recorded and self-produced material about the woes of life and the void and also mute princesses.

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released March 3, 2016

Special thanks to:

Paper Scissors Media - for being amazing
Dan Schimmel - for helping me record a bit
Sean Toso - for making spontaneous weird music
Angela Martin - rad album cover art

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Busy Bee Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Deb Gilmore's solo music, anything under the sun in terms of style.

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Track Name: Deeper Waters
I took a trip as a lonely sailor
sailing through the waves in the winter
I knew that I had all I wanted
never looked backward to my home oh oh

Went to the town where I had my mister
told him I was switching to sisters
he dropped his drink and ran to the hills
never did like to fight free will uh oh

And I never asked
if I was wrong
And you never told me how to get back home
I'm diving into deeper waters

You flash me a smile and I surrender
queen bee you can have my scepter
glass all around but it never did break you
careful not to make mistakes oh oh

Traveling's a careful skill
through my own words i'll follow through
Paint me a picture of where i'm going
I'll laugh and toss it into the ocean

And I never asked
if i was wrong
And you never told me how to get back home
I'm diving into deeper waters

I'm diving into deeper waters
funny how I feel so shallow
diving into deeper waters
Track Name: Common Sense
I do believe that I'm not made of stone
cave in trails like wood grain on my palm
are jury to that claim, that ever-present stomping in my skull
a point to back it up

I do believe that I'm not meant for home
these spots I stay are footprints, then I'm gone
dust upon the carpet is a memory I've left behind
like chipped paint

I died on a bench with a broke-back stench
pickup truck went down to stick back up the blocked
string of wicked sickled old boots I left on the shelf

Daddio I forgot common sense
and common sense forgot me
daddio I'm tired of the wind beating bleak
my straw hair, falls out like god packing shackled
stacks of winter sheets
I am left here with no purpose

Packed my bags and stuck them on the road
like a leftover couch full ridden with dry mold
who would pick me up
there's no tarp to keep out mosquitos I know

Daddio I forgot common sense
and common sense forgot me
daddio I'm running out of time settle down
don't meddle with my rusty bike please weld me back with glue

I'm not alone I'm not alone I'm not alone

Do not forget to see me
do not forget to feed me
cause common sense forgot me
Track Name: The Tale of Queen Cressida
She didn't talk
until she was six years old
I always wondered if she were wiser than me
or just more bold

Queen Cressida
Leading her own marching band
ooh ooh she grunted along

Well I spent most nights
at her beckon call
translating diplomacies to her colleagues
for nothing but a smile

Queen Cressida what have you done?
You're a lonely girl you're a lonely girl
x2

Crazy fool my life isn't plain
I am not subject to your rules they are the same
come into my kingdom see what I see
drink the wine and swallow mystery

With subtle squeaks she told this to me
she had a funny way of being right

Queen Cressida what have you done?
You're a lonely girl you're a lonely girl
x2

Well I made a vow
to always speak my mind
saying what is only in my forehead
or nothing at all

So if I feel trapped
by my own speech
Queen Cressida will save me

crazy fool
I am a crazy fool
Track Name: Farmer in my Head
There's a farmer in my head
that swallows rows and rows of convoluted
vine-dependent seeds of varied size
And I plant them one by one until I'm done until I'm done
in hopes they'll grow to be the person I still dream of

Mystery, it's a mystery
i can only see what's right in front of me
Mystery, It's a mystery
Where will the farmer go when it snows?

Well i'd eat mountains if you told me
swallow leave and moss and trees
independently to gather forest thieves
I would jumble all the marinating thoughts still in my head
until the farmer's tractor put them all to bed

I wore boots of broken skin they're always dying always dying
shedding tiny little pieces of my mind
I'd go barefeet if I could
but the blisters pierce and mister there is
not enough money in the world

Mystery, it's a mystery
i can only see what's right in front of me
Mystery, It's a mystery
I still have ten fingers and ten toes

yum dum dum dum
yum dum dum
yum dum dum dum dum

Mystery, it's a mystery
i can only see what's right in front of me
Mystery, It's a mystery
Where will the farmer go when it snows?

I am not a human
I'm just a thought
I am not a human
I'm just a thought
I am not a human
I'm just a thought
I am not a human
I'm just a thought
Track Name: Me and Medusa
She said that she did not know who I was anymore
oh Medusa, stop festering
I cannot expect to play confucious when the truth is
the skin around my bones is fresh

i am feeling strangely large for my body
I am feeling strangely large for my body
I am feeling strangely large fore my body
I am feeling strangely large

My toenails are the tree rings of my legs
I grow them to remind me time exists
tree bark is predictable but it is course,
catastrophe-ridden age-driven prone to hitting
the ground
and when the cradle falls
at least I am root deep at my core

A roll of scotchtape at my bed side
habits I've now kicked but there it lay
stagnant
fragments of the old soil I walked on
cover my callused heals

Yield to the stain cause I'm afraid
Yield to the stain cause I'm afraid
Of too much change
Of too much change

Perhaps it is I who should be asking the questions, Medusa
your serpent hairs lack direction
I'm an organism for more complex and dimensional
than what one simple answer allows for
I produce oxygen

I am meant to grow and be grown
to grow and be grown
I am meant to grow and be grown
and to be breathed

don't chop me down turn me to stone
because you fear what you don't know
plant me another seed
sit at my feed
let me shade you
Track Name: Delicate Machine
I need a referee
to settle killer bees
my hive is growing thin
saw you couldn't help but grin
subway rides with strangers seems insane

I painted all my locks
shut them inside a box
now I'm a liar for you
I've stung my own skin for you

Wrists were tied, I didn't know I was

I see a delicate machine

Saw you at 17th
buzzin around that dream
Man you're addicted to the things you can't control
I am a simple queen who lost her throne
I am not a give up kind of girl

Baby you're covered up
inside a bowl of fog
don't let the weather beat you
don't let your thought defeat you
come back to the hive and settle down
Track Name: There isn't food enough for all
Skipped out on the waves of ambrosia
bottle of whisky in my hand
won't you dance with me sailor
dance with me traitor
fancy my polkadotted suit?

There's a fine line
of loving the sea or divide
there's a deep gap
between all the good and the crap
so pick me up
let me believe I'm lost
there isn't food enough for all

Dropped by with an army of seagulls
searching for a meal
is it just my job
to feed them the food of the gods?
And is it my mistake if they're consuming more than they should take?
Isn't humankind supposed to love all other life?
Am I just the ash in the pipe?

When will the gods just surrender to human sacrifice
can't they bring back my heart to my mind
been feeding off of all that isn't right
they always did things out of spite

Yo oh oh oh

There's a fine line
of loving the sea or divide
there's a deep gap
between all the good and the crap
so pick me up
let me believe I'm lost
there isn't food enough for all
there isn't food enough for all
there isn't food enough for all