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by Candid Kid

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04:26
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04:17
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05:17

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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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Track Name: Snap
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)
Track Name: Jeans
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
Track Name: Neon
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
Track Name: Lit
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
Track Name: Blush
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