I'm fine
I'm fine
I just threw up in my mouth a bit
I'm fine
It's fine
We're all suckling comfort out of it
At least I'm honest
Is that true?
If I only know part of it
And only part of that gets to you
Trellis the tomatoes
No one trellised me
So I'll keep my own chin up
Esophagus and spit up
My own tit and teeth
If you're looking for solace
DVD and braless
She is obcsolete
You can have my produce
The fruit of my labor
But you can't have me
I'm ready
For what and tell me when again
I've made my mind up
Carved in carbon
Carved and caving in
I have raged in round-up
Beg your pardon
I am garden thin
Jury of the parents
Oh my God I
Bone up but they all got bones in them already
I don't wanna
Everybody's running with their scissors open
Dollar sign in every orifice and opening
I don't wanna
I'm fine
Believe me
I have made myself a house in your economy
And the hell I made
I made it voluntarily
I protested grandly
And sabotaged my family
And the mess I made
I made it so you'd be scared of me
And the mess I made
I made it so you'd be scared of me
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022