In the style of Gypsy, or Eastern Hungarian. This song was inspired by my neighbor. I thought we were becoming buds, but am currently living in the town in which I grew up. When giving dude my number, my real name popped up. At this point, he said, "Ohhh, you're Nayt Waldon..." And that was the last time we've spoken!

Don't ask me about the blood in my veins
Don't ask me about real names
Because in either case
The only time you see it
That's bad, anyway

Epilog:
This is--I believe--the only of my faves that features the vacuum created by no percussion. Can you feel the added tension? Makes me feel like things are jumping out at us.

Thank you!
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