Don't

by Slugs

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Brianna Vuagniaux makes your eyes roll back and your neck roll around and then you're chillin in the 90s sludge land feelin cool Favorite track: Dead Beat Girl.
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released June 2, 2016

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Track Name: She Never Loved You
Sleeping in to pay the rent, in the thick of it, you should thank your mom; she never loved you. Destroyed that innocence, never had a chance with your experience, she never loved you. When you're young are you numb to attributes of goddamn fools? When she's grown she'll never forgive you, death's creeping through, she never loved you. She never loved you x 10. No. When you're young are you numb to attributes of goddamn fools. When she's grown she'll never forgive you, death's creeping through, she never loved you.
Track Name: Dead Beat Girl
Just because a teacher in high school said you would make a difference doesn't change your current circumstance. You suck and your songs don't matter and they also don't make me think. I'm just a dead beat girl. Broken glass all over the floor. Had a bad fall the night before. Always wanted to be a nihilist but never could quite get the hang of it. Write it all out, read it again, it all sounds like shit. It all sounds like shit.
Always wanted to be a nihilist but never could quite get the hang of it. Write it all out, read it again, it all sounds like shit. It all sounds like shit.
Her words are empty too, they remind me a lot of you, it scares into seeing truth, in something beyond you. I am just a sad excuse, don't do the things I used to do, don't know how I'm supposed to grasp, where it is I need to be. I am just a dead beat girl, living in a fucked up world. I am just a dead beat girl, living in a dead beat world.
Track Name: Dear Lacey Hopkins, I'd Rather Die
What do you think of when you think of me? Maybe some smoldering rubber trapped in a siamese dream. I leak x 8. And I better plug it up before I sink. You think about it. Think about it, think about it. And I better plug it up before I sink x 4. There's a swamp in between my mattress and box springs. And it knows every secret that my solar plexus has to keep. So it chimes, right along, unrelentlessly far too gone.
Track Name: Ramona
I had a date with Ramona. Let me tell you, it didn't go so good. I sucked celestial body and remembered a carcass is for food. I had a date with your mother. She said it didn't go very well. It was really, really fucking awkward and she blamed me for how you turned out. I had a date with Ramona. Let me tell you, it didn't go so good. I sucked celestial body and remembered a carcass is for food.
Track Name: Burn Lydia
Think of all those lives, seventy nine years ago. Triangle Shirtwaist Factory, Happy Land Social Club. On the very same day, sentiment's not lost. Lydia, you will burn. Oh Lydia, you will burn, oh Lydia, you will burn, oh Lydia, you will burn x 2. If I can't have you, then no one can. Lost work at the factory and I have no friends. Couldn't find a gun, gasoline's more fun. Lydia, you will burn. Oh Lydia, you will burn, oh Lydia, you will burn, oh Lydia, you will burn x 2. Lack of fire exits, how will you escape. I hear all your screams, I don't do a thing. I will go on home, I will change my clothes. I will sleep very soundly, fires will surround me. Oh Lydia, you will burn, oh Lydia, you will burn, oh Lydia, you will burn x 2. All your friends are dead.
Track Name: Dear Lacey Keen, I'm So Jealous
Hold on really tight hey-ya Lacey, he only wants to steal your man. Scolded the roof of your mouth, you were too greedy to slow down. Runaway, runaway, runaway x 4. Jealousy swells up inside, someone in which to confide, jealousy swells up inside.
Hold on really tight hey-ya Lacey, he only wants to steal your man. Scolded the roof of your mouth, you were too greedy to slow down. Runaway, runaway, runaway x 4.
Track Name: Hey Lilly
Walked outside on a cloudy day, there she was yelling at me. It's so lonely on the porch, hey, hey Lilly won't you come on in. Just a little moody girl, never venturing out back, grass is too tall, for this little girl. Hey, hey Lilly, I see you. You're staring at me as I walk through. Hey, hey Lilly, won't you come on in. So you can eat and then you can leave, again. Just a little moody girl, never venturing out back, grass is too tall, for this little girl. Hey everybody, I've got a story to tell you. It's about a sweet little girl named Lilly. A sweet little girl who moved from the country to the city. She fears no god, she fears no dog. She's the envy of all the other girls. Green eyes, tongue like sandpaper. This is the sweet story of a little girl named Lilly. Hey, hey Lilly, won't you come on in. So you can hate on all your friends.
Track Name: Mary, The Super Scientist
Mary was a super scientist, Mary lived a black and white life, Mary studied- never left her lab, Mary knew all about her colors. And though they were just in terms, when she finally leaves her room, will her knowledge be improved? Yes. No. I don't think so. You can never know. Crawl inside of my mind, it's really eerie, I'm stuck inside. Try to run away, don't feel so well. Panic arises, inhale, exhale. What's it like no to exist? Mary was a super scientist, Mary lived a black and white life. Yes. No. I don't think so. You can never know. Mary was a super scientist, Mary lived a black and white life, Mary never left her lab, Mary knew all about her colors. And though they were just in terms, when she finally leaves her room, will her knowledge be improved?
Track Name: Olga
Olga was a princess, until they killed her king. Her son can't rule at three, here comes the enemy. You want to marry me? You want all my people. I won't let that happen, I will make an example. Olga, queen of Kiev. Burn the distinguished. Kill them when they visit. Kill them when they mourn. Kill them when they bathe. Kill them by the thousands. Kill them all. Olga was a princess, until she became their queen.
Track Name: Sorry Linda
A first glimpse only shows the wrinkles of her skin and the grays of her. Possibility of age and the tanned hide of too much wear. Her shirt, cut in such a manner reveals the lower half of her abdomen. Her shorts are torn and crumpled, her legs are scratched and her legs are bleeding. She possesses an outlying look of maturity, however far away. A first glimpse only shows what one can perceive about her. It gives nothing to the true disposition of her being. When the work of the day is finished an entirely different character arises within her. Her words slur from- low tolerance and avid consumption- of alcoholic beverages that make her body sway as she cooks the same supper again. Mom makes rice and chicken. Cabbage, rice, and chicken. Mom makes rice and chicken. Always rice an chicken.
Mom makes rice and chicken. Cabbage, rice, and chicken. Mom makes rice and chicken. Always rice an chicken x 4. Her eyes become droopy, lids too heavy to hold up. She speaks as she cooks but her contemplations and queries become repetitive day after day. She becomes aggravating and adolescent, a nuisance to deal with and an irritation to be around. A first glimpse never shows that often times she is far too much to handle.
Track Name: She Wrote
Susan Berman, who's your best friend? Thought he was until he did you in. You're the writer, he'll write your checks. In the ground you won't have to pay them back.