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"Kinda Dorky"

by Get Him Eat Him

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Catalysts 02:04
Come on out of the woods now We've overcome the overreactions and sordid distractions When you close your eyes, you picture us in places How far can you take this? Erase it You don't want to know where you are Can't you see we don't stand a chance Unless we ask the question we don't want to answer Did we take our time? Or are we barreling towards a disaster? "I wanna go faster!" If we don't concede it's just a matter of time Before even our best intentions fall behind These tests and escalations we crawl inside And follow in turn 'till there's nowhere left to go Can't you see we don't stand a chance Unless we ask the question we're too scared to answer Did we take our time? Or are we barreling towards a disaster? Can't you see, we both chose to chance it On a big idea and outpaced advances Can we make it right? Or are we stuck here with more than we asked for?
None of your friends are at your show The lights have gone on and they’ve gone home It's over, you know.... There’s no one to hold you down And keep you in the throes It’s not your fault You’re not the only one who’s left out in the cold Where nobody knows, and no one gets home No one gets home alive And after a while, you get so stick of waiting You stay and you smile But you can't shake the hope that you won't have to go it alone With no one But how will you survive Another night at home taking shots at yourself and your kind And all the time you wait and see and skip like a record You’re old enough to be strong But you want to belong to somebody’s eyes It gets better – get back, you’re on your own You won’t listen to anyone who says “You don’t want someone to go where you won’t” And after a while you get so sentimental You’re so sentimental You’re waiting for someone to call Nobody’s home And when the word comes down You feel like you’ve heard it before You’ve been sad since you started to get what you want And it’s not what you want anymore The last sight of the light behind your eyes
Cold hands come through the middle to wake me up But I’m not asleep at all You’re under my nose, and out of your clothes But you’re not so exposed And I’m not selling something that you don’t know I’m nobody’s fool, I play by the rules So don’t you play it cool Take back the time that you take it away Take back the time that you said: “How’d you get so easy to please?” You count back from ten and tend to your needs So take me on, girl, it’s easy to see That I’ve got what you need So cold hands cut through the middle I’m waking up I’m sorry but I won’t say “no, no, no I know what you do” And what if it’s true? But what if I missed that perfect move (sentimental) And your hand falling on my leg (accidental) And I have to take it slow, slow…. When did I become such a sleaze? You get back to town, and down on your knees You keep getting colder, you give me the freeze I want you to see That after all, I’m someone to believe Take back the time that you take it away Get back and give back your best time
Under your breath Over the phone Out of your depth and the debts you owe The hand you hold could make foreign nations fold You're keeping it close If somebody holds you down, would you tell him all you know? You're free to go Alighting alone Where do you go when you can't call home? Your friends are bold to have you curtseying on coals You write what you know, and rightly so You reach out across the room and the conversation slows Under your breath Over the phone I'm at my best and you're on your own The hand you hold couldn't salvage what was sold You're dressed for the throne But somebody stole your crown at the coronation show You won't let go Over and below the words you chose
Set up! You shot me up! Shot bullets and bows Your make-up and clothes Possession and pose Prosaic and cold, I match your tone And it's a long way out of your home Your neck to my nose "I think we should go" I wouldn't say no Protracted and slow, I keep you close Safe till the day when I will you a way And you're willing to take what you're offered Pale at your post where you miss me the most And you're sorry and sad You could want something bad And it's on Get up! It's not enough The seconds we stole I'm losing my hold I'm choosing my role Backhanded and bold, I keep control And it's a long way back to "hello" "I thought you should know..." "We're playing a show..." "What if I don't go?" Heroic and honed, I walked you home Wrecked by a fall that you couldn't recall And you're wanted for all that you offer Making the most as a guest and a ghost And you're stifled and sad You forgot what you had And it's gone You can play your part so easily And I can make it smart so reasonably I can keep my guard so easily And take myself apart so reasonably I can keep my guard - so now you know Safe till the day when I will you a way And you're willing to take what you're offered Pale at your post where you miss me the most And you're sorry and sad You could want something bad And it's on Have you earned me now? Do you think that you're allowed? You could hurt me now (Safe till the day when you will me a way And I'm willing to take what you offer) We could see over and over the walls that we built (Sorry and sad, I could want something bad And I'm willing to take you along)
Set off - six weeks on the road Six changes of clothes and a chance at the front page Staying up sober and so composed Waking up aching, coffee and off we go This isn't living like nothing to lose Every song sounds like something to prove But I'm used to taking it out on my ribcage, on the floor Fighting off anger and apathy Beating it down and calling her up on a rampage And it's talk, talk, take me apart Raptures and reveries "Dear I'm defenseless - who would have guessed that's me?" She said "move me" and I was moved I never wanted to be so removed It's true - I've taken it out on myself
Numb above the waist Talk about the way that we relate But that gives me a headache You know that gives me the shakes How could I have deigned to be so base? And after you go You leave me with metal splinters in my fingers But that's not copacetic That's a mistake Colored in for conversation's sake
Raise a toast Two brightly colored envelopes A way to show What you've been saying since you said hello He knows He's waiting to go To the room where he took off your clothes You won't let it go When your mother walked in on a sad display She saw him hard over you and she walked away You won't put it down She's reading the letter she left you aloud Ready to face the faceless crowd Swallow your fingers and furrow your brow You couldn't wait to wait it out
Saying sooth with a crooked tooth Turn a crooked time of day Taken in with a nervous grin And oxygen And androgens And mouths that buckle and break Soft side, leaning away at your knees Eyes cast downward by seven degrees Untamed by the meal that you made And the minutes that make up the day Full speed ahead At the foot of your bed There are feet that are longing for fingers instead "Makes sense," you said With your hands on my head These are hands that are longing to bristle and bend And go to sleep with the words that you keep At half past ten With pathogens And paths that take you away Outside, roadways are ready to freeze Ice kept colder by several degrees Unnamed, will it still sound the same In the movements that make up your day Count it off Happy new year


This is an odds-and-sods collection of demos, rarities, alternate versions, a cover and a compilation track. It is presented in reverse chronological order.


released January 1, 2009

Matt LeMay - vocals, guitar, keyboards; Joe Posner - bass, vocals; Jason Sigal - guitar, vocals; Raf Spielman - keyboards; Kevin Sparks - guitar; Jeff Wood - drums, percussion, vocals.




Get Him Eat Him Providence, Rhode Island

Five young men with passable small motor skills making big, confusing music. 2004-2009.

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