I took a breath as I cried in the taxi,
But I couldn’t calm down so I left from the backseat,
I spilt my liquor on the floor, before I slammed the door,
I smashed the bottle in the street, before I could mistreat you more…

You mentioned him on the first day I met you,
And even then I could tell it upset you,
And the more you said his name, the focus shifted out of frame,
And I started to suspect that I should just forget you too;

How can I be free from retroactive jealousy?
How could it be him, if now you say it’s me?
How can I be sure, yet why do I digress…
He gave you less and less, so why’d you give him more and more?

It broke my heart when I heard how he used you,
The pieces fit when I learned that she abused you,
And what does all this say, about you and me anyway?
Oh God, I’m so confused. Why do I feel bruised now, too?

How can I be free from retroactive jealousy?
How could it be him, if now you say it’s me?
How can I be sure, yet why do I digress…
I want to hate him less, I only want to love you more;

You called me up and your voice was breaking,
My heart took off and my hands were shaking,
You went back there on your own, because I said I’d go there first,
And then you led me to his place, because you said you felt coerced,
Oh God knows what I’d have done, if he hadn’t changed the locks,
So I guess I should be grateful, ‘cause I can’t say I’d change the clocks,
I heard him dialing the police, even before I kicked the door,
All the money that you gave him, it was all in the report,
How he kept it for himself, before he scurried from the nation,
All the questions that they asked you, as they kept you at the station,
The injustice of it all, it drove me crazy in the end,
Is there nothing I can do, with all these things left to amend?

Why should he be free from any culpability?
What does that make him? What does that make me?
Why should I ignore, yet why do I digress…
I want to hate him less, I want to love you more;

How can I be free from all my senseless misery?
And now there’s only you, now there’s only me,
I thought that I could save you, but baby I’m bemused,
And maybe I’m no better, maybe I just bruised you too…

Bruised

This is a song for all the moms, dads, and children out there!

Dress Rehearsal

Hajimama is Korea-positive. These are 7 new tracks by Hajimama.
Check out Spotify for Hajimama's Abandon Seoul album.

돼지국밥

Happy Anniversary Katie! We met at Basement Halloween!
Thanks to Steven Slate Drums 5.5! Wow!

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Skin and Bones

A song for December 27th Post-Christmas blues.

A Little More Christmas

Part 2 of the Basement Anthem.
Part 1 can be found here: https://hajimama.bandcamp.com/album/banned-in-north-korea

Basement Anthem 2

It can be hard to live up to expectations.

Seconds

recorded and produced by dominque james
mastered by larry lachman
from the forthcoming alcopop / swerp ep "NAMES"

돼지국밥

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