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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released February 21, 2014

Al
Lisa
Erik
Zach

album art: Joe

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Track Name: Santa Ana
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.
Track Name: Dope Thrown
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.
Track Name: Vertigo
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
Track Name: Breathe Ocean Sea
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.