Dedicated to Victor Alexander Jones

yr average dance punk...

Music written by: Victor Alexander Jones
Arrangements by: Ian T. Burrell

Lyrics:

Rob me of the raptors
That pick apart my thoughts
When royalty is passing
You send me all your hearts

Harm me straight and sideways
Hangin on a vine
Even though you love me
I know you love me blind

Talk, Talk, Wounded

One time on an aeroplane
One time in a drive through
Even though you’re made of bricks
You have me and I’ve you

Improvise the next five times
Think about the next five lines
On your feet i’m incomplete
Without these zany little scenes

Talk, Talk, Wounded

I don’t love you but the kids do

But the kids... the kids, the kids, the kids, the kids, the kids... Mmmmm...

Talk, Talk, Wounded

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Engineered by: Caleb Stein, Arthur Stover, Garret Edson, and Joseph Rasbold

Produced & Mixed by: Ian T. Burrell

Musicians: 
Guitar, Sax, Bass, and Vox: Ian T. Burrell
Drums: Arthur Stover
Guitar Solo: Nick Lees

Talk, Talk, Wounded

Always take money from a pessimist. They won't expect it back.

this is my music, for now. working on stuff all the time so its basically demos. uh dont be too disappointed

Yo, Yo, Yo, it's your boi Yung Turk. Hittin you wit raps so sic, fools be schleep like it'z tryptophan

I’m not really sure what I’m doing here

Talk, Talk, Wounded

In/Between States