A compilation of 20 songs recorded between 2011 and 2015, screen-printed by Ink Knife Press and designed in collaboration between Aaron J. Shay and Ink Knife Press.
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From "None The Worse For Wear" (2012).
Arms! Encircle me, try to slow me down,
Try to keep momentum from taking me downtown
Towards the future, towards what nobody knows but everybody could
Eyes! Undress me, cut me down to size,
Try to keep me mortal, though you know that I will rise
And when I rise, I will get higher (way higher) than any mortal should
And that day will be the day
Love comes home for good.
Lips! Come taste of me, hang me out to dry,
Fill me to the brim with your sweet by and by,
Let me drink your stranger flavors every now and then.
Hands! Unfold me, unleash what I may hide
These monsters and martyrs, let 'em flow just like the tide
You won't find me in the gutter trying to teach 'em the ways of men
'Cause that day will be the day
Love comes home again.
Legs! Wrap around me, take me deep inside!
And cheeks, may you flush, may you shine where you once cried!
Conscience, don't go crying about all the krakens we loosed.
Hair, keep on growing, you'll find a new abode.
Feet, keep on walking, don't worry 'bout the road
Put some distance here between you and me to help keep this truce.
And the day that debt is paid,
Love comes home to roost.
Momentum, take me higher!
Momentum, take me higher and higher and higher!
Love comes home today.