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04:30
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04:32
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03:19
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03:48
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02:07
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03:33

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released March 17, 2017

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Nylon Otters Buffalo, New York

Logan Ross
(Guitar, Vocals)
Emmett O'Connell
(Bass)
Kyle Pawlowski
(Drums)

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Track Name: Pollenblonde
Well don't take it from me,
but I'm in between.
I got one over with, right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between.
But take it from me, it was right.
Now I'm somewhat ashamed, I left one out.
But got one over with, right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between.
How does it feel, feelin' right?

It feel's great, Pollenblonde.
'Aint it a strange thing we're on?
It's just fake, all in all.
But it's okay,. Really, I don't mind.
I'm not mad.
Well hey, whoa, oh.

Well don't take it from me,
but trust me on this.
I got one over with right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between.
But take it from me, it was right. Now,
I'm somewhat ashamed I left one out.
But got one over with, right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between,
how does it feel, feelin' right?

It feel's great, Pollenblonde.
'Aint it a strange thing we're on?
It's just fake, all in all.
But it's okay,. Really, I don't mind.
I'm not mad.
Well hey, whoa, oh.
Track Name: GABA
Who'd still say those cold embraced
thin frills could maybe get old?
Some acute reruns that
come and go, but never settle.
Comfy-cozy, hocus-pocus
GABA melted threshold.
Otherwise to say, that
I'm not one to talk to you.

Who's to say that warm embrace won't
shrivel up, to slow down.
Something's in it, come and go chest
let him off to feel well.
Tongue-tied lip-dried cat's lost grip
'cause GABA's made me up now.
Otherwise to say, that
I'm not one to talk to you.

Now even things you'd think
would make it up to me, turn sour.
But give me gists of it,
that satisfactory mood without her.
Smells of something inorganic,
GABA absence cowers.
Otherwise to say,
that I'm not one to talk to you.
Track Name: Street Road
Well I'd say.
You've got that right,
you said it best, but who's saying "you"
to another?
And what I'd give for a "hey, hi, hello"
or you, fit shoe.
Well I'd say,
well I'd think of something. And sound it out.
For another, who wanted it for a "hey, hi, hello,"
or you fit shoe.
You'd wanted it, but

Bed time's misbred.
Street Road is dead.
Left less than friends.
But more's in my head.

Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn,
and I'm undeveloped of us,
but if rapport's asex then what's wrong with
away as our way well then I'll come, unmarked "yours"

Well I'd say,
well I'd think of something that sounded good.
To another,
and what I'd give for a "hey, hi, hello"
or you, fit shoe.
You'd've wanted it but

Bed time's misbred.
Potsdam is dead.
Friends more or less.
Moreso at best.

Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn,
and I'm undeveloped of us,
but if rapport's asex then what's wrong with
away as our way well then I'll come, unmarked "yours"

You wanted it but-
Bed time's misbred.
Hamburg is dead.
More's still a less.
But someday suggests, I guess.
What's left
My best guess is

Street Road is dead.
Track Name: What to Wear
This bed won't ever get comfortable I hear.
Tell me what you think about anything, I don't care what.
Falling over while you wade in this chair, and out on.
Tell me what you want or have, or need and I won't care what.
And I forget why.

Tell me how to fall asleep,
tickle me prescribed first line.
Tell me how much I should wear,
that I might nevermind.
But I'm on sugar I can't sleep,
when something works the way it should.
So likely liking me you'd say,
and I forget why I'm mean.
And I forget why I'd clean.
And I forget why I'd hate.
And I forget why I'm late,
'cause I shaved.

Help me forget why I'd need.
All that I've wanted to be,
I don't like much very mean,
help me remember to turn face 'cause I shaved.
Track Name: Spit Shine
Upon a time was just an excuse to be around you.
When sense invites me over, bells in ears keep ringing.
Bet the burdocks on your skin don't care if they seem clingy.
Fade in again to him, I guarantee you'd see it.
Spit in me please bored and I'm thirsty.
I like you so much that it hurts me.
Get behind my ears, or I'll worry.
I'll taste you for years 'til you're flirting.

When sense invites me over, bells in ears been ringing.
I laid with plans 'til sore but I guess they never got off.
I drowned the time in bodily fluid, but it just swam off.
I cried for wolves, but then they ran off. If my word's enough,
Spit in me please bored and I'm thirsty.
I like you so much that it hurts me.
Get behind my ears, or I'll worry.
I'll chase you for years 'til you're flirting.

Upon a time was just an excuse to be around you.
When sense invites me over, bells in ears keep ringing.
Bet the burdocks on your skin don't care if they seem clingy.
Fade in again to him, I guarantee you'd see it.
Track Name: Song in D
Up one night said what I've got's
a little less than you.
Distance is an idiot but
he's convinced you too.
What's lesser abuse,
or am I asking wrong?
One more time, explain why not 'cause
you're making sense to me.
But I wish you wouldn't think.
You're making sense, but I don't like it 'cause

All she'd ever do's make me lonely.
All she ever keeps is lonely company.
A small distraction soothes like sores eat
but satisfaction still won't know me.

Up one night said what I've got's
a little less than two.
Distance is a jealous prick but
he still convinced you.
What's lesser abuse,
or am I asking wrong?
One more time, explain why not 'cause
you're making sense to me.
But I wish you wouldn't think.
You're making sense, but I don't like it 'cause

All she'd ever do's make me lonely.
All she'd ever keep's lonely company.
A small distraction soothes like sores eat
but satisfaction still won't know me.
Track Name: Darling
Well I've begged, borrowed and foreclosed
on my white fence but you stole
what you told had only the best interest in heart.
And we just wanna thank you, oh so much.
Oh, how can we ever repay your help?

I've been asking more of you than I
could ever want of me.
But wait,
Grace,
Take some more.

Now it's that time of the month,
my grace period's come, and then gone.
A bit like my income and then some,
but not enough 'cause I'm just so thankful.
And now I've got this paper sheet.

Well I begged, borrowed, stole and shot Peter
to pay my darling Paul.
But take,
Grace.
Wait, here's some more.

Take, take, take some more.
Track Name: Pass it Down
Maiden named maid could talk,
or ask who'd known.
'Cause fiber lung knows
you don't want it,
you can't help it.
But I guess,
came to tell you let him know.
As long as you go then
you don't want it,
you don't need it.

Pass it down,
down,
down for me.

Modern aged maid could talk,
or ask who'd known.
'Cause fiber lung knows
you don't want it,
you can't help it.
But I guess,
came to tell you let him know.
As long as you go then
you don't mean it,
you can't help it.

Pass it down,
down,
down for me.