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When You Drink, I Drink. When You Sink, I Sink.

by Girl Fry

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miima This album is seriously amazing, it's been consuming me since i listened to it for the first time yesterday, I'm not usually the kind of person to sit and listen to music for hours but this does it for me. It reminds me of the riot grrl i used to listen to obsessively and it has these really interesting and creative lyrics. Favorite track: The Fire Song.
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1.
Be Fine 01:14
Get the lead out With her clothes off And take those fucking Pictures down You can box ‘em Better burn ‘em Why would you Want them around? Take a shot at Keeping busy Make impossible to find Better Hurry Rip them roots out The last frontier: Within your mind And in the end If you can’t get her out Then, you might as well Pretend
2.
Weak about the bear, I shoulda Kicked dancers coming nearer Scrutinize clarity Could have been more But, was I? Weak on dissonance Family verses Friends Love in brevity Calls ended Even now What am I? Trying to step away Red these thoughts When they’re filthy If foreheads graze Go right through me Into you While thinking I was hiding Where was your mind? Hand’s crying, may I? Say “when” Weak! How clear is this? Breathe you in When you come near And now I have a deadline A kiss is all No I want it all! A kiss is all Say “when”
3.
Push 02:17
The junk notes go behind, the b-sides go behind I'd been raised not to try; If it comes to hard then it's a lie But if the swing is to rotate all the way All must be given, our sweat chain and wood If we are to fly, the whole town has to push How ugly this world is, try my best not to change it And effort, just sitting, when I all I think of is quitting Petrol is the new water; bring back to old trends! What the fuck am I saying? I can't do this alone! All the notes are crumbled. Angry for failing And old venues are tired; we don't want to back track But, to change, one must face them! Build the past up-side. Use it's momentum Oh, all must be given. The ropes strengthened To high-heavenly sainthood! If we are to fly, we all have to push! If we are to fly, we all have to! If we're to survive, we all have to push! If we are to fly, we all have to push.
4.
You sometimes don’t do what you want Not fire or why you play with it Though, it’s something I’ve often pondered When you will not in other forums I can cleanse Oh, could that be The thing that drew you Close to me, me, me Oh, she storms across the quad spinning And I know in my lungs she might settle She won’t kid, that would indeed be boring Instead of burnt mittens prefers Burned out old stories I create Oh, could there be More on your tongue I create Oh, could there be More on your tongue And less of me? An hour glass that won’t flip ‘round And, proximity could slow it down Only my warmth causing her heart to race A comforting familiar face that— I can sooth Oh, could that be I said, I can sooth Oh, could that be I can sooth Oh, could that be Why you curl up Next to me And breakfast in the pan at dawn And warding off beasts that harm And confined at celebrations And tarnishing her irons And melting frosted tears And giving her an edge And speaking back in crackles When there were no friends Oh, like you I sometimes don't do what I want Not fire, or why you play with me I have my reasons, as I'm sure you have yours But, have you ever had holes in your clothes? Or the souls of your shoes ever been melted? There's an iron barrier, have you no clue why it's there? I can make you mine Oh, could that be Why I dream obsessively Of climbing the walls up to the roof To burn your mouth as you stare at the moon?
5.
Demons pull and I love you so Were your leg to be taken I should let go When you row I row When you drink I drink When you stop I stop Demons pull And I love you so Were your leg to be taken I should let go When you row I row When you drink I drink When you stop I stop When you sink I sink
6.
Roadkill 01:31
I could have killed him Put it on Put me out I drove around, fuming Pretending to hit Dear So snarky, gosh A turn of the heel And all is lost Could have shoved off a cliff And dangling you’d confess An array of things you’ve Never done to me And I’d smile, set you free My mind is made Put in place Open my mouth Say nothin’ I perceive, set spaces Assign to meals names and places Thanks for the respect Take step, stiffen I look up, close my eyes, and listen Debate to kill or to kiss 'em
7.
Frankenstein 01:58
Someone’s high Got ideas from the guy outside the cell He’s reciting chants Calling us like animals “Poor Mates” We had our choice, then we didn’t It’s their fault, it’s ours By our daddies, it was fate We hate him, we’ll get him We will grab him and take off running In five different directions, poor man Poor mate Blah blah Uh-huh So what? God, somebody help me! Been seeking the end of this loop They feed me and let sleep come But always on all fours Always on my knees God, somebody help me! There are gallows outside Outside my window Say they’ll never be used But can’t close my eyes to them They won’t let help come And they’ve stapled my eyes Oh, why am I here if not to die? Why Oh, why? And it goes on Want to live forever? Try a gray room It’s like you’ll never never never Never never… [die].
8.
This one threw her frail self down And, though she, herself, heard It made no sound As sentient as trees and half as useful She felt that philosophically There was no crash because No one was around to purvey In court the case was thrown right out No witness to invent So when an opportunity came Couldn’t fall and, thus, pretended The people there pondered what had they seen Trees give more accurate accounts And the girl knew the nature of men From so long not knowing And, in fact, had counted on it So in the reverse of lies and truth and politics The witness to the fake ass fall On bibles swore it was what they had heard What they saw And it sounds like this: The dirt, since, dug up Used as mud bricks to build houses And the root she tripped on A spoon, now, to build pots with They pay for the first time And it is settled in her mind She feels real, now And is quiet, now Inside her head.
9.
Poor Devils 03:00
Barbatos I keep him close No one believes he is now a ghost Of the reign granted An Earl, see that mug No one prays to him It tears my heart strings How I came upon This desperate hunger To please to feed That killed It’s mother A Lass, I was, with nothing to nurse A child of ages He burned my breast Was rumored to have lost A love for men Until they saw us singing in unison He only looks human But there under is a helpful monster Walking upright How I came upon This desperate hunger To please to feed That killed It’s mother I refrain from saying “Go on, get out, now!” He may leave as he pleases But doesn’t know how My love Keep him close ‘till he finds what is hidden Sending him off Demanding that he wash And keep believing “Set afire the noose, fool Were you to try” If you could have “Were you to try” If you could have If you could have By now, you’d have certainly died Oh, lost under God Latched onto lass I have grown tall Through accountability I have let him nigh And he has left me dry What I need is found And my world is compounded.

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released May 24, 2015

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Girl Fry Los Angeles, California

Girl Fry or Girl Friar is a music project that is harvested semi-annually (though sometimes quarterly). The species is a hybrid descended from both the South and Central American Vaquero and the Iberian Guitarrista.

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