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Karate EP

by Ya Mi Na

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Drunken Palms super sick SC cap'n jazz worship. all of the good emotions packed into one collection of songs Favorite track: Dope Thrown.
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1.
Santa Ana 02:21
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It told you 'start a fight, set the hills alight.' It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas, come through the mountain passes. Make your hair curl, make your nerves jump, make your skin itch on nights like this. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife.
2.
Dope Thrown 03:08
All I know is that nothing is sacred. Fate is set against us, so we fake it. Spread sprawled o'er the dope thrown, legs against legs. Thighs on flesh thighs. Smooth back bare chest. Your hands calloused and rough cupping, kneading my. Shoving coarse fingers down your throat. Warmth enveloping our bodies.
3.
Vertigo 03:12
And I was ready to fall virtuous veritgo I tried to do it all myself Every last thing for sale Looking to fuel a failure I was ready to fall feet over head looking to fuel the failure Everything's for sale feet over head looking to fuel the failure I can see that you think that you got fear beat but don't let lies lead you low It's too late to explain that your fate is pain sad and insane oh no Snatching up at the air Lost wide-eyed stare And your lips released a flare Wind rushing through your hair One last thought to bare That it almost seemed fair And I was ready to fall
4.
Riding quiet thru the night shrieking darkness does surrender to the breathing of the ocean sea. Sit in silence all the time, stiffened joints and limbs contracting in the cold dark ether air. I'm sick of all this idle chat, vestigial words left by the wayside. I'm sick of all this time you waste, its left me with a bitter taste. Cut your nose to spite your face, smoking to spite your fate. Riding quiet thru the night shrieking darkness does surrender to the breathing of the ocean sea. Buried my face into your breast, wanna burrow to your chest, fall asleep until I wake up dead.
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released February 21, 2014

Al
Lisa
Erik
Zach

album art: Joe

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