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Bigots Under My Bed

by Bigots

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1.
I met him at a party I swallowed mouthfuls of disdain "You look like a musician" he said Well I just smiled and turned away With his braids and his multicoloured eyes I could feel his emptiness inside I met a boy who spoke in tongues He cursed me in a gibberish slang I freaked and I called my mum I said the antichrist had come He stole my seat And did not care What do I say? My life had stranger days He walked up to the middle Standing in each person's way "Do you wanna see me dance" he said Well no one wanted to say yes The idols that he claimed to have Would haunt some people to their grave What do I say? My life had stranger days You are just the kind of man that pays for bread When the people on your street just bake instead You are just the kind of man that pays for bread When the people on your street just bake instead
2.
Turning molehills into mountains Somewhere I can take a hike Come on, sit down with your mistress Just for once Just for once in your long life And good morning, Mr. Belgium And good morning to you, Mr. France And don’t forget Your greetings to the middle class There’s no need for introductions Until the first lady’s gone Behind closed doors you speak with passion In casinos and in spas you just speak in pounds And good morning, Mr. Belgium Hang on to your title, Mr. France And don’t forget Your greetings to the middle class Don’t forget your greetings to the lower-middle-class And to all the generals and the chefs Don’t forget your greetings to the lower-middle-class And Mr. Belgium will have to wait Bad news from Delacroix And yet again, from Delacroix And good morning, Mr. Belgium Look out for the factories, Mr. France And here they come for you
3.
On those days I feel Like I live By the Ocean The air makes me nostalgic Those days I've had before Spicy with a dash of salt And just when I thought that I Could let this feeling by I stepped on a piece of gum Thrown back into the arms of spice So Tell me why On those days I feel I live by By the Ocean It knows I'm allergic To particles of dust Spicy scents bring up the past And just when I thought that I Could let this feeling by I stepped on a piece of gum Thrown back into the arms of spice (I keep fucking it up) Na na na I walked past a store today "Come in, for sale, some ocean spray"
4.
Movies in my head A scene after a scene Just lying in my bed For eternity it seems While something that I’ve read Is taking shape inside The Mongols take the town with no survivors I’m just running movies in my head I don’t mind To kill the time before it sneaks up upon me I’ll just lie forever in my bed Not to hide Just to run some pictures in motion Movies in my head A scene after a scene Just taking out the trash for eternity it seems While something that I’ve read Is taking shape inside my head Crusaders take the fort with no survivors I’m just running movies in my head I don’t mind To kill the time before it sneaks up upon me I’ll just lie forever in my bed Not to hide Just to run some pictures in motion I’m just running movies in my head And now my bed is spinning hard as if in space But I don’t mind When I’m no bored Twenty minutes, seven hours Not a difference in the world
5.
Elbows 03:18
Mind you There’s a piano on your head It’s been around since you’ve been dead Since the start of the spring Damn you You were my favourite employee Always looked up onto me Now the leaves Cover all that’s left of your bones What were your thighs What were your elbows And this terrible, rotten smell trigging tears in my eye Tells me I wasn’t brought here to die Find me A set of footsteps I can trace Autostrada into space through a hole in the ceiling And hide me Before the hibernation’s through All the bears come out for you Come to pick Feast on all that’s left of your bones What were your thighs What were your elbows And if by mere coincidence I never catch their eye I’ll know I wasn’t brought here to die And if one day I wake up to find myself turned to a fly I am here to change I’m not here to die
6.
Silence 04:53
Silence is a way to show how close you feel To all your friends It's no big deal But moments can be vast if you just take a sip And let your rest To slowly sink Trust that we don't feel the currents we are stumbling in And if you close your eyes you let them swiftly grab you by the hand And lead you where? A fair Of shiny suits and burning mounts of noons And then You'll feel distracted like you've dreamt the dawn Cause when you treat it like an evil Well they'll know they'll be successful When they kill your thirst It's the perfect weather To sigh together Kindness is the cure to all our fallacies Is what they say Well, where's the bridge? And nothing is important but our amity Our neighbours lack The subtleties Trust that we don't feel the currents yet we're stumbling in And I can feel the tired faces from caring for both sides When one is right I might Just leave those firebrands and pack to flee I'll fight To get to seas with other fish like me But I know to keep my bubble Far away from all the trouble So it doesn't burst It's Noah's ark and We're in the dark friends
7.
Even after That you’ve gone I will be here Playing through this song Even after you had gone Even after you had gone And even though we Reach an end I’ll start over In another head Even after you had gone Even after you had gone Child bride wrapped in silk Dressed to look older so that other people think That you are Older than you are I will find a tune to reflect your mood I will play all the songs that are pure and good On repeat for you Even after That you’ve gone I will be here Playing through this song Even after you had gone I’ll say it while I am still on There is still so much, so much there to say There is an adult who still wants to play There is a tender spirit on display But there is so much, so much air to clear In here

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released January 14, 2021

Everything was done by Bigots unless specified otherwise:
William Palazzo - Piano on tracks 1,3 and 6
Andrew Young - Mastering
Genevieve Gadd, William Klep, William Palazzo, James Taplin - Mixing and mastering assistance
Josh Martin - Bio and assistance
Nicko - Art

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