All God's Creatures Have Knives

by Cotton

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1.
Bum 02:11
Maybe if I look long and hard enough I'll find it or could it be there's nothing there to be seen Maybe the truth aren't what people are really talking about But it waits patiently, a hidden treasure buried beneath a mountain of dreams Given a few words and a simple accompaniment I'll weave each part into the other like a quilt held together by a hidden seam All that was and what may have been has turned into a fine dust I am no longer the past disquised as the present distorted by memories May a light shine down and be cast upon us May we come to see ourselves as being divine and capable of wizardry How many of us in our search for solace In our haste only deepen our feelings of misery When we meet there is no line that exist between us What dream shall I cast upon thee
2.
You think you're so fucking special You think you're so fucking special You think you're so fucking special Well get over it You have an inflated sense of self importance You have an inflated sense of self importance You have an inflated sense of self importance I could give two shits Why is it that you require such an excessive amount of admiration Why is it that you lack empathy it's as if your heart's on vacation You think others are envious of you You think others are envious of you You think others are envious of you Jesus that's some silly as shit Are you feeling inadequate and lonely Are you feeling inadequate and lonely Are you feeling inadequate and lonely You are act like you're the only one feeling it Why is it that you require such an excessive amount of admiration Why is it that you lack empathy it's as if your heart is on vacation You think you're so fucking special You think you're so fucking special You think you're so fucking special Well get over it Jesus that's some silly as shit
3.
I was engulfed in the flames of misery I thought one day I'd be found hanging from a black walnut tree or maybe with a vein open on the bathroom floor and a bloody razor laying next to me I used to think my pain was so unique you see Then one day I took a bunch of LSD Now it seems there's no real difference between you and me and my whole life is just one giant fantasy From the center of you into the center of me Back and forth oh yeah I failed geography and when I look at you it turns out I see me Hey lady, can I pour you a cup of strong black tea and when I sing a song, I sing it for me Oh how I love to sway to a beautiful melody Like a bird in a cage that longs to be free To spread out it's wings and to glide upon a breeze
4.
F60.8 03:42
5.
The Marriage 02:51
No, I won't say anything nice about you unless there's something in it for me No, I can't be gracious enough to hold the door open for you unless you pay the fee Kindness no longer resides here so don't come here looking for a charity We don't tolerate strangers here so best you keep moving your feet What I lack in empathy I have even less of it when it comes to sympathy Even if you were dying on the side of a dirt road and your guts strewn out and mixed with the leaves I just as soon spit on you and wander off to find myself some better company I pray death never finds you to provide you a reprieve from your petty miseries I can see you cowering behind words that are meant to deceive I can see the burden that you carry with you that you think makes you complete And that shit about the hour being the darkest just before the dawn is perceived Hope can go fuck itself it's done nothing for me
6.
Boner 02:24
I have got this strange feeling that I am not what I am thinking I have got this strange feeling I've tricked myself into being I've tricked myself into seeing I have got this odd inkling It is such a trip maintaining are you hip to what I am saying I have got this sneaking suspicion What happened to my lofty ambition I am lost without a mission I have got this quaint superstition I no longer need your permission I am tired of tactics of your submission No, I refuse to be bound by your definitions I was a victim of your attrition I suffered from emotional malnutrition Oh, I've inherited this eerie sensation I have got this strange feeling that I am not what I am thinking I have got this strange feeling
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8.
Blue Eyes 01:07
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10.
Burnt Toast 03:11
A sentence contains a noun and a verb I am what the eye observes What if I was just a string of words ah, wouldn't that be absurd A bend in the road Two things collide and explode A message dictated in morse code Let's get on the bus Let's not make a fuss Is it easier to do as we've been told Butter and jam on some toast Are you the girl who likes me the most Disassociation of the psyche A high degree of autonomy I'll root out the monster within Learn to treat it like a friend and not the enemy The simple joys of living I'll forever be grateful for what I've been given I no longer need your permission The sins of my youth have all been forgiven Butter and jam on some toast Are you the girl who likes me the most She climbs up to the sun and says you are the most magnificent one She waits for the moon to appear and says your light has been created in conjunction with the sun
11.
Untitled 01:36
I hate my life and I'm going to teach you how to hate yours too

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released March 30, 2016

J. Han ~ Singing, Guitar, Casio and Synth
Tim Ward ~ Drums and Singing
Sam Gray ~ Tenor Saxophone
Calvin Johnson ~ Singing

Recorded and Mixed by Calvin Johnson at Dub Narcotic Studio in Olympia, WA from Sept 4 to Sept 6.

Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Mastering

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Cotton Portland, Oregon

Cotton is a musical project based out of Portland, OR, fronted and founded by J. Han. Cotton's songs make use of minimal instrumentation, using only his voice and a guitar, keyboard or organ. The lyrics have a poetic quality to them; they rhyme and tell anecdotes that point to something hidden. ... more

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