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I don’t know if I will ever lose my baby teeth
Feed me peanut butter brownies, little cups of peach
Your pet alligator wishes he could last a round with me
My appetite will never end

Mother nature father writer

Crime of passion, we got needles in our sleeves
No rhyme or reason, we got needles in our sleeves
Go wash your mouth out, we got needles in our sleeves

I know I will never be as good as Owen Pallett at making you cry
But in the sanctuary tree house, I’m the only one controlling the button
To make the rockets crash into the ocean
And the pilots bail

Mother nature father writer

Child of season, fight with needles in your sleeves
My wide-eyed pirate, fight with needles in your sleeves
Go smite those giants, fight with needles in your sleeves
My wind-up tyrant, fight with needles in your sleeves

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from James, Quit Pretending You're So Fucking Happy, track released December 16, 2016

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Monster Furniture Brooklyn, New York

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Monster Furniture is the moniker of Brooklyn-based recording artist Gabe Smoller. Across genre-spanning albums and with a rotating cast of collaborators, he writes songs about dogs, death, containment, illness, and home renovation, finding complexity in the mundane (and with just enough DIY eccentricities to keep things from getting too heavy). ... more

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