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Gig bag

by Sitcom

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    Pink cassette tape with 2-Panel J-card released by DZ Tapes. I think originally an edition of 75, but I have a bunch left

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1.
crumb 07:07
the couch in the house is invisible there's no moon in the sky no light on in this household I walk around blindfolded and hungry reaching out my arms for a box of saltines and i imagine a crumb falls to the floor I imagine myself as a crumb on the floor and I can move through the fog it is the fog machine I can't move through and I can walk through walls as long as the door is open the couch in the house is velvet there's nobody home no body sitting on it and I just end up lying on the floor illuminated by the light from the open door and I could imagine myself getting up but I already imagined myself as a crumb
2.
wind blows 04:51
the wind blows through the american flag the wind blows through my baseball cap the wind blows across my blue shoes the wind blows through my window view the wind blows through the ice water the wind blows through the shopping center the wind blows through the nike shirt the wind blows through the sweatshop dirt the wind blows passed a violent act the wind blows off my baseball cap the wind blows across my blue shoes the wind blows through my window view the wind blows
3.
wind 00:57
the wind blows through my window view we passed around joint until we were through and i passed out in my bedroom and didn't wake up until the afternoon
4.
wind blo s 02:01
the wind blows through my window view we passed around a joint for a round or two and we drove to the wrong town too i watched the taillights with my companions i watched the shop signs through the trees this one says pepsi-cola, home depot, starbucks coffee can i talk about peacefulness? in a world in which peace don't exist but we drove to the wrong town and i made some peace with it true freedom to me is sleeping in on the weekends when some people's idea of freedom is housing their family and feeding them i have the freedom to let love haunt me while some people don't have the freedom just to eat what they want to how do i go on singing when my life ain't at risk? and do I confuse peacefulness with privilege?
5.
bounce sound 00:27
6.
green fleece 02:51
green fleece around me my bed sheets surround me can't place myself in my surroundings but my place has found me I curl up in a familiar pose curl my body around a pillow spend some time with the tv glow until I'm only thinking about videos and I forget my name
7.
thump 00:22
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9.
shrug 03:16
what's left of what you wanted when you still wanted me is always on my mind and i don't take to change so easily so excuse me for a while i don't believe in love no more and i don't believe in the west just like i did when i was still naive and i wish i could be again wasting time ain't a waste of time if it's how i intend to spend a good while wallowing in my loneliness i flip through the tv but it only reminds me of you and i let myself down like i said i wouldn't do
10.
ice water 06:32
tables, ladders, chairs she haunts me from a distance and I can smell what she is cooking ice water in the kitchen tables, ladders, and a rock she taunts me from the top rope and i curl up in a bloody pose I pretend to prefer where I am we can go on without it we tried to put our finger on it we just ended up talking about our hands and the afternoon light rolls in again tables, ladders, ice water the plugged in, but turned off lamp the afternoon light rolls across my hand and i can only focus my eyes into a distance where she is no longer sitting cause i asked her to join me on this park bench she was only trying to lend me a hand but no longer wanted to talk about it
11.
silent air 03:54
silent air strikes my hair drywall hang a shelf funny beer funny tears

about

all songs produced by Jake Lazovick
recorded in Baltimore, MD between Sept. 2015 & Jan. 2016

released on tape by DZ Tapes in Aug. 2016;
get a copy over at DZ Tapes page:
dztapes.bandcamp.com/album/gig-bag

credits

released February 5, 2016

cover photo by Maya Ragazzo
album name by Andy Kim & Sam Kenderick
additional vocals by Joanna Smith

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Sitcom New York, New York

I'm just trying to sing my song

I live in Philadelphia, PA
JakeLazovick@gmail.com is my e-mail

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