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Bashful Creatures EP

by Hippo Campus

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released 18 November 2014

Recorded at Pachyderm Studio in Cannon Falls, Minnesota.
Engineering by Nick Tveitbakk
Produced by Alan Sparhawk
Mixed by Brad Bivens
Mastering by Huntley Miller

"Little Grace" recorded and mixed by Dustin Kiel at Fleur de Tête

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Track Name: Sophie So
you came back, you wanted a piece of my heart or my love
you said you were clever but clever is never enough
a tremble, a shiver; the patience is something you lack
disastrous and matchless; the shivers that drip off your back

try to repair what you never quite see
the reasons you spoke of but never had given to me

all gone, are you ever really here
got you, Sophie so

you came back, you wanted to see through my two-colored eyes you left me at home with a down-trodden handful of sighs

all gone, are you ever really here? all gone, are you ever really here?
all gone. are you?

you came back. you wanted.
Track Name: Little Grace
i cannot tell what you claim to see
that your heart is black and mine is so green
jealousy is men, someday you'll see
you know

you cry out, Eliza, you scream and you moan
you're sick of this joyride you want to find home
adulthood has found you scared and alone
talk to me

art school girl with ignorant bliss
peace, weed, cocaine, and mushrooms and shit
will bring peace on earth, someday you'll see it
talk to me

they're just pictures inside of your head
they're just pictures trapped inside of your head

save a little grace for us
Track Name: Souls
back to the streets where the kids are new
love was around the corner from you
you played it well, like an old-time jive
girl, i swear, i’ve never seen you look so alive

back the train up on the path
rolling off the tracks, no you’ll never see it again
wrote the song that you dug so much
living it up with the boys and such

oh, we won’t go
back to the room where we sold our souls
oh, we won’t go

oh, boots and bros
down with the shrine of american gold
oh, boots and bros

we moved in packs together, bounded by our oldest brothers
the night was ours for taking, rolling cigarettes and sneaking out
we sung our songs of youth and promised that we’d never lose it

oh, we won’t go
back to the room where we sold our souls
oh, we won’t go

oh, boots and bros
down with the shrine of american gold
oh, boots and bros
Track Name: Suicide Saturday
i heard it told by her mother old, she could try, she could try it
with the power of tin and a bottle of gin, she was wise, she was wise to it
cocked her father’s gun, like the oldest son, she could try, she could try it
blessed by the bed where she laid her head and calmed to a dull roar

it was a suicide saturday
in a summertime kind of way

she felled the streets till she heard the screams, she could drive, she could drive it
that was where she’d buy her time, yup
her friends were crazed in the solemn rains, she could try, she could try it
i met her once, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight, she was tight,
she was tight as hell

it was a suicide saturday
in a summertime kind of way

don’t you wait now for me.

a suicide saturday.
Track Name: Opportunistic
an opportunistic kind of phase,
laughing about trying to save face at the party
where all your friends are so cool

faded off liquor we found our
eyelids getting heavier,
we shared a brief look and just gave ourselves to the night

we’ll just fight to be the ones we hate

we rose in the morning
confused by what we were mourning
for some things are better left in the adolescence of youth

do me a favor she said,
“i’d like you to savor the taste of me on your lips,
i swear it’s the last that you’ll get.”

grace do you want me, grace till you die.
Track Name: Bashful Creatures
bashful creatures; the kids don’t care at all
bashful creatures; ratchet face and all
bashful creatures; i don’t give a shit
bashful creatures drown themselves in it

i do not care who you are or the company you keep
overall lack of concern with who sleeps in your sheets

drink up to save mind of who you can’t be
tucked-in tank tops so you look more like me
you crawl in at dawn, yes, you crawl in to mourn, yes, you crawl

bashful creatures; i don’t give a fuck
bashful creatures; running out of luck
i do not care who you are, i don’t care what you wear
i do not care who you are, i don’t care whom you scare

don’t try to fight it anymore