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Wasp in the Basement

from Short Life by Short Hand

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I dropped from the sky like a dead bird
And fell into your arms
It was a very lucky spill
You held me like a kite holds the wind for a while
Then ducks into the sky

We grew together
The tips of our tongues a special sort of leather
A weathering the storm inside
A special sort of strife
for a special sort of wife

and baby, you know I love you
that's why I sing your praises in the soft breeze
and baby you know I need you
That's why I killed the the wasp in the basement
Every evening or anytime you need me

And baby baby baby baby baby
Lean in real close for this
There is no back door in the house
No trapdoor in the gauze
Not pauses in the cause

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from Short Life, released September 6, 2019

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Short Hand Muncie, Indiana

Short Hand figures that it's easier to learn to play an instrument than it is to find someone who can play it. He also figures that it's easier for him to do the writing, recording, mixing, artwork, and anything else that might need to be done. In the end, a set of sounds collect themselves into different shapes one might call "albums." Some sound like this and some sound like that. ... more

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