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tried to be greg dulli, ended up power-pop-post-punk. i will not write a better song, which isn't saying much.

lyrics

you are a book of matches
and i'm your accelerator, yeah
you think that striking yourself
isn't going to give me that spark
but those tears do nothing but turn me on, baby
the way your sides flare out
give me nothing but motive
finger moving down your face
angular, but with purpose
which side are you going to be on when that day comes?
i've got you in a come-hither motion
locked by the hands in your hair
you are an immobile kite
trapped in the tree of my desire
and i'm dousing you
so that when you strike again
there's nothing available to burn

credits

from holding my hands out: (2008​-​2016), released July 20, 2016

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ian craig Columbus

piano, bass, drums + percussion, guitars, banjo, mandolin, ukelele, melodica, vocals, lyrics, all recording

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