Butt Naked Wanda, Big Brotha Thunder and the Master Blaster

Cavity click keeps the rhythm, keeps it movin'.  Any day it's gonna crack.  Popcorn kernel, olive pit, at any moment smashed to bits (yeah).  Toothache's better than heartache baby, I've figured that much out.  And I thought I knew a thing or two about the blues but you've got me wonderin' now.

Dog-eyed kindess (naive and trusting) fans the purest flame of morning fire.  But once it fizzles out into charred, formless evening, how do you ignite without turning to ash (yeah).  Seasick's better than heartsick, baby.  I know that much by now.  And I thought I knew nausea from sea to cars but you've got me wonderin' now.

Forced into morning, tempted into night.  Tally all the things that you broke.  Bending her branches.  Snapping, sapping and writhing.  For me alone.  Yeah, I guess sunburn's better than heartburn (barely).  Guess I never figured that out.  And I thought I knew a thing or two about the blues but you've got me wonderin' now.  

'Tally All The Things That You Broke' EP, Out 10/8/13 on What's Your Rupture?

Butt Naked Wanda, Big Brotha Thunder and the Master Blaster

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