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Blush

by Candid Kid

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1.
Snap 03:52
I claw out The toes that you put in my mouth It's all monkey business anyhow A foot fetish would gag and pout Cause I know now Hips can lie while taking bows While you pop and lock it, drop the key down my vocal socket Houdini buys one more round You keep bending me back But darling I don't bend like that I just snicker and snap Such a chore to contort until I'm knots in your board (and you're bored) Tryin' to box me up (Ah, fuck) Six walls predetermined by the size of your chucks (It's my own private hell) But I'm too claustrophobic to be stored with your stuff (I get it now) I want out You're a kid in a candy store (Kid in a candy store) Packing your pockets full Spoiled rotten and hoarding more (Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah) You keep bending me back But darling I don't bend like that I just snicker and snap Such a chore to contort until I'm knots in your board (and you're bored) You keep bending me back But darling I don't bend like that I just snicker and snap Such a chore to contort until I'm knots in your board (and you're bored) Such a chore to contort until I'm knots in your board (Such a chore to contort until I'm knots and you're bored) Such a chore to contort until I'm knots in your board (Such a chore to contort until I'm knots and you're bored)
2.
Jeans 04:00
Hear my grandpa talk about his one and only pair of jeans Fit to the waist Bend at the knee Carrying the confidence that certain men have simple needs A cowboy's crutch Black coffee Oil me up with wine I'm a lubricated love it, fuck it frantic machine Sober up and find Sticky fingers rummaging through the holes of my jeans Your hair's so fine Your teeth so white Your silhouette's just right But I'm not gonna make you mine Cause you've got a few screws that are not tight Sitting in clearance, marked at a discount price Hear the gears a grinding in my rickety ol' blood box God damn Mortality Planned obsolescence is that how I made me Fuck it Oil me up with wine I'm a lubricated love it, fuck it frantic machine Sober up and find Sticky fingers rummaging through the holes of my jeans Your hair's so fine Your teeth so white Your silhouette's just right But I'm not gonna make you mine Cause you've got a few screws that are not tight Sitting in clearance, marked at a discount price My bark My bite No, no one's gonna Cage this fight
3.
Neon 04:26
There goes that cheeky, drunk, matter of fact, I could never know you well Popping your jaw back To spring your tongue smack But the rattling of the rib cage drowns it out Yeah, your heart, the sound that it makes Folding under the pressures of a neon state It's my fault, I know not To blame you when I tap dance and you call my bluff (This ain't Vegas, kid) One heart flakes One mouth caves Forgot to say What it meant to me Spit it out, spit it out For God's sake the cat's got me By the tongue, tangling my taste buds numb (I wish I understood art) Broken hearts break others to stick together when they share the glue Ha Making a mess of arts and crafts with excuses up the wazoo Now my heart, the sound that it makes Wasted and complacent on the CC stage I swear I wasn't always jaded I was romantic and contemplative before this fucking fight Two hearts ache Two mouths blame Forgot to say What it meant to me Spit it out, spit it out For God's sake the cat's got me By the tongue, tangling my tastebuds (I'm a neon addict I'm a neon addict I'm a neon addict...) Forgot to say What it meant to me Spit it out, spit it out For God's sake cat's got me By the tongue, tangling my tastebuds numb
4.
Lit 04:17
I was spitting over White picket fences of my home turf Picking at the paint, like erosion was a job She met me with my nose in the corner Slid a mirror 'tween me and the boarder I had resting bitch face, such an uppity, bored snob Nothing's lit me up quite like you do I'll take my match and strike it on the heel of your boot I took off like an addict to the east Salivating so I sunk my teeth In the big apple's sweet and salty caramel extract She took me by the tongue and she teased me but turning 'tween the weed and the whiskey the mind and body seem to have a tendency to snap Nothing's lit me up quite like you do Take my match and strike it on the heel of your boot Have you had enough of the shit that they shoveled for you We could bury it all, in the crumbling walls, just light that fuse Nothing's lit me up quite like you do You take my match and strike it on the heel of your boot Nothing's lit me up quite like you do Take my match and light that fuse Nothing's lit me up quite like you do Take my match and light that fuse
5.
Blush 05:17
She was in the bathroom getting clothed Hair done up, lipstick, blush All that's carried in her clutch Now accents her bones He was just a boy up-teen years old Tongue tied by the spectacle that took his side Shaking, faking cold Could you take a lip or two From my face and put 'em to a better use Cause as my eyes melt to glue My mouth isn't moving more than mumbles through The kids were in the back seats getting stoned Lighting up all the weight of the world Zero fucks As they melted into the folds You and i needed nothing to get ahold Of the high that we felt While we brushed up thighs Shaking, raking bold Could you take a lip or two From my face and put 'em to a better use Cause as my eyes melt to glue My mouth isn't moving more than mumbles through Could you take a lip or two From my face and put 'em to a better use Cause as my eyes melt to glue My mouth isn't moving more than mumbles through

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released June 8, 2017

CANDID KID
Benjamin Muller - Vocals, Guitar
Tanner Uselmann - Guitar
Cooper Doten - Bass, Vocals
Reese Kling - Drums

Brett Bullion - Producer, Engineer, Mixer
Huntley Miller at HM Mastering - Mastering

Everyday Objects - Art Direction, Design
Ashley Mary - Painter
Benjamin Muller - Photographer
Chris Broll - Retoucher

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Candid Kid is an indie rock band from Minneapolis, MN.

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