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Live from Sedalia

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miss emvy The Costanza performance on this is next level! I feel like 'I' need throat coat. Way Down is great, too (: Favorite track: Costanza (live from Sedalia).
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Save it for dog I brought the right amount of lightning for the bugs in the bog I mean I'm chugging along I'm sticking it out through the thick and the dark if you'll pardon the trickling thoughts Well you do not know, babe I love you so You've got me all fucked up I'm not letting it slide in the bed of the truck If you're hiccuping drunk and you're getting it stuck In the muck and the mire in the thick of the brush As if it's not vicious and wicked enough I'm sick and disinterested missing the bus Well you do not know, babe I love you so But you've got me all fucked up I'm all fucked up Tip of my tongue I mean a slip of my tongue I mean they call me Sweet Thing even when I'm hiccuping blood I mean I'm sick as they come I mean I'm chucking up my stomach like it's bricks in the mud Right by the snakes and the bugs Well you do not know, babe I love you so But you've got me all fucked up I'm all fucked up I used to live for nothing Kick up a fit for nothing I used to take what I could get which isn't shit for nothing
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Not only don't I need it, I don't want it Leave me be beside the fire, the brick, the carpet Underneath the cement floor's hard as my heart is I beg your pardon if I hardy-har the hardest But I must have rolled at least a mile Completely free of ease and style But here's where it stopped I steered for the rocks It was worse than they feared I was weird from the hop So now I'm seething in the evening in the darkness Every word you bark I hark and leave it markless Never heard a word so fine it buttered parsnips Put the cart behind the horse inside the harness Back when everything was okey-dokey You could have asked and I'd have known if I was joking I'd yet to get what it was like to never know things I'd yet to sweat so much at night I woke up soaking But I must have rolled at least a mile Completely free of ease and style But here's where it stopped I steered for the rocks It was worse than they feared I was weird from the hop Every mile of road I go's got Two miles of ditch, you know Few couple nun hats that I'm Itching to kick or throw I'd like to kick them quick Quicker than the liquor goes Bet you wish that you were in the hallway right now Breaking stuff Don't ya? Uh-huh Instead of faking shaken up You should pick a painting up Off the wall And change the shading up Like you were Yaweh or Allah All of the lawn was the wrong shade Made like a snake and laid long-ways Painted each blade through the long days I couldn't quite get the greens right I started painting by street light Imagine the fright that would be mine When I arrived at the tree line And all of the trunks were the wrong hue Glimpse at the pond was the wrong blue Then it sunk in you were gone too And I'd have to fix it without you Bet you wish that you were in the hallway right now Breaking stuff Don't ya? Uh-huh
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Alright then I'll admit time to time it was frightening Tip-toed a fine line to spite them A wink of my eye and a sly grin When they pipe in Well aw shucks Was I scraping or painting the walls up? Was I making just bits or it all up? These nitwits can witness it awestruck But it's small stuff Ok now I hate to throw weight 'round the playground But fake kind and kind make the same sound Saying, 'good grief, great gracious I'm grave-bound' On the way down You can find me painting lines on down the interstate Yellow as the sunshine, white as a winter's day Quiet as a candle-lit roadside dinner date Hubcap dinner plate, never seen a thinner steak Mean Mr. Musta Heard About Me, puddin', need some proof? Kicking up a fuss like it's dust just beneath my boot Hit ya with a rusty piece of muffler in your two front tooths Ou-waka do-waka I'ma gonna give it to you I often get mixed up Sit shiva in witch pots But which ones are wisdom And which thoughts are witch thoughts?

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Recorded live in Sedalia, Colorado (March 2019)

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released March 1, 2020

Engineered by Josh Kruse & Carmine Gabbianelli
Mixed by Carmine Gabbianelli
Mastered by Bryan Martin @ Sonosphere (Montreal, QC)

Artwork by Gregory Pepper

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Motherhood Fredericton, New Brunswick

Motherhood is an avant-rock trio from Fredericton, NB, Canada.

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