Eaten Alive

Alternative-country, uptempo stop-start groove; female alto vocal, lilting and unsteady with lamentful phrasing; raw controlled band-room capture, hard snare, bass-forward mix, dry percussive verses erupting into grunge-saturated shoegaze choruses; aggressive slap bass lead with muscular fills, dead notes, pops and slides, twitchy syncopated electric chords, dry acoustic strumming, distorted pedal steel, fuzz guitar, explosive live drums and contrabass

the flies are the least of my worries what’s eating me alive is much deeper inside When they told me my vision went all blurry feels like just yesterday you were loudly complaining about my close-textured cake now even the sweetest tea tastes bitter black to me like it steeped too long lost its southern charm. my forgotten one I’m sorry it took me so long to write you into one of my songs creepy creepy crawling (creepy creepy crawling) from bar to bar i’m a pest on a dachshund spent my nights  bawling my eyes out waking up to the proof that I miss you… i miss you like a lost appendage I miss telling you how my daughter gave me Roman Reigns’ superman punch I miss you! I miss you! I-I-I Miss you! I miss the way you used to say even the sweetest tea won’t taste so sweet if all you ever eat and drink is sugary treats the lord above made sure that when we cry from all the hurt it leaves a salty aftertaste. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

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