Losing Salt

by Marc With a C

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A lo-fi album with songs about astral projection, getting sick and getting better.

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released 01 May 2009

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tags: pop disjointed fun geek pop indie pop indie rock lo-fi twee Orlando

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Marc With a C was born at a very young age. He's been making lo-fi nerdy pop jams for about twelve years now, and his latest album is called Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'. He's been featured in Wired magazine, has won the Orlando Weekly award for Best Indie Act in 2003, 2010 and 2011, has played major festivals such as Athens PopFest and Nerdapalooza, and his live shows are sweaty pop workouts. ... more

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Track Name: I Will Repossess Your Heart
I'm gonna hire a professional team to bring your heart back to me
I don't mind a bit of bloodshed as long as I own it again
They will throw you on the ground and make a large incision
They will crack open your ribcage and take it away surgically

Your heart may lack love inside
So I will keep it in formaldehyde
The valves and aortas but no crash cart
I will repossess your heart

If you don't come back to me, your heart will nonconcensually
You'll no longer have a choice, possessive boys will be boys
I don't care about your liver, I don't care about your spleen
I just want the gift back that you once gave to me

Your heart may lack love inside
So I will keep it in formaldehyde
The valves and aortas but no crash cart
I will repossess your heart
Track Name: Chicken Pox & Star Wars Guys
Little House On The Prairie fails to keep my interest, I don't care
About Laura Ingalls Wilder, she's not my favorite writer anyways
(That's Beverly Cleary)
But that's whats on around eleven o'clock, and I'm wishing that I didn't have the chicken pox
Because then I could go something besides watching this old beat up TV

I'm stuck in bed, what in blazes?
I can't wait until I'm not contagious
When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside

I'm sick of soap operas in the daytime and always smellig like calamine
And the itchin' doesn't ever seem to give me no reprieve
(No reprieve at all)
These chicken pox, they ain't no fun.
I'm so glad we only get them once
If you scratch 'em they just get worse, I wish my body were made out of Nerf
(And everything else!)

I'm stuck in bed, what in blazes?
I can't wait until I'm not contagious
When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside
Thanks to how pitiful I look
My mom keeps buying me coloring books
When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside

The only relief I ever get comes from a bubble bath and a nice warm tub
Mr. Bubble is my best friend, I almost like him better than my Boba Fett
(No way!)

I'm stuck in bed, what in blazes?
I can't wait until I'm not contagious
When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside
Thanks to how pitiful I look
My mom keeps buying me coloring books
When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside
Track Name: A Woman's Duty
Bring home the bacon, bring home the things that you stole
From a willing patron, I'm your dad, I'm on parole
And if he's into getting strange you can leave before too long
But that's a woman's duty when her bedroom light is on

They can't ever get a good grip if you're lotioned head to toe
You're gonna give them the slip and they'll probably never know
If things get unruly, it's the singer not the song
But it's a woman's duty when her bedroom light is on

Have you ever heard "Jessie's Girl"?
I think you're gonna like "Jessie's Girl"
Your going over before noon just to play him "Jessie's Girl"

And if the chicken's undercooked, hang out, leave the faucet on
A whore in the kitchen and a mom in the boudoir
And if he's into getting strange you can leave before too long
But that's a woman's duty when her bedroom light is on
Track Name: You've Got This Curse
I wanna love you like you've never been loved before
I'll be the one to greet you when you walk through our front door
And if you had a bad day at your job, I'd let you talk my ear off
I don't need a mother, I don't need a whore

But I wanna love you like you've never been loved before
We'll pick out things that we don;t need at the dollar store
And if you bought a million pairs of shoes, I'd build something you could use
To put them on display forever more

But you've gotta let me love your first, you've got this curse that I can't describe
You've gotta talk it though, but it's hard to do when you can't trust

That I really wanna love you like you've never been loved before
I think I've said too much but now I'm gonna say a little bit more
You could give me genital warts, and I might get mad but I'd still be yours
There's so much else that you and I could explore

But you've gotta let me love your first, you've got this curse that I can't describe
You've gotta talk it though, but it's hard to do when you can't trust
That I really wanna love you

I wanna love you like you've never been loved before
Living together means you don't have to say bon jour
Your bouts with PMS wouldn't seem so bad, and if you said mean stuff I'd understand
That you and I aren't breaking up no more

But you've gotta let me love your first, you've got this curse that I can't describe
You've gotta talk it though, but it's hard to do when you can't trust
That I really wanna love you
Track Name: He Left You For A Punk Rock Girl
He said he met her in art class, he's such an art fag
He was your date for Modest Mouse but now you're going stag
It seems they both like all the same stupid little punk rock groups, right?
What happens when the bands slow down as they all eventually do?
He'll remember hhow your lip ring sparkled
And he'll remember the time you had your hair dyed charcoal
For Halloween so you could dress up like Meg from The Family Guy
It's him that's not good enough if you were to ask I

So he left you for a puck rock girl
When you could have anyone else
And if he's fucking that punk rock girl
He's really only fucking himself

He rode his skateboard but he barely ever rode you
Boarding's cool and all, but you needed attention too
You went out and bought a new pink jacket just to try to catch his eye
And I hear it looks awesome, but save it for another guy
One that appreciates everything you've got to offer
Maybe one that has the same morals as you
He didn't want to get married and that's his prerogative
But listen to what I'm saying, it's imperative

He left you for a puck rock girl
When you could have anyone else
And if he's fucking that punk rock girl
He's really only fucking himself

College is the time for us to experiment
I know he hurt you, but I doubt that's what he meant
He needs to try out girls and boys and marionettes
One day you are gonna move to New York, New York

And he left you for a puck rock girl
When you could have anyone else
And if he's fucking that punk rock girl
He's really only fucking himself
Track Name: You Do Not Exist
Darling, I just love you so, I love the things that I don't know
But that's all I can have any feelings for
The mystery, it draws me in, when I think about all that could have been
As long as you don't mind pretend, but I won't even have to check
You're a rose that never wilts without any free will
Your pictures looks like ultrasounds

I am waiting for your call, you are my downfall
I've made all this up with your assistance
You exist on holidays, you exist in shallow graves
You're the ultimate in love with no resistance
You do not exist

You are just your sisters shell, I know that I put her through hell
But medicine does wonders for remembering things all wrong
Obession is such a heavy word, It can be a noun or it can be a verb
It can be all encompassing when you've never even met
You'll never have any flaws, you can put up with all my faults
You're riding shotgun in an empty seat

I am waiting for your call, you are my downfall
I've made all this up with your assistance
You exist on holidays, you exist in shallow graves
You're the ultimate in love with no resistance
You do not exist

Even your flaws are beautiful
I guess your name really says it all
I am waiting for your call, you are my downfall
I've made all this up with your assistance
You exist on holidays, you exist in shallow graves
You're the ultimate in love with no resistance
You do not exist
Track Name: This Stuff Is Gonna Kill Me
Please hook up your camera, please pick up a pen
Tell me that you love me on a yellow legal pad
Then disappear for six months and don't come back again
Until I forget I missed you as if there was anything to miss

Tell me how your day was, it's technically the past
Tell me about the boy that fell asleep right on your lap
I'll go to the kitchen to chew another crumb
This stuff is gonna kill me but I'm too high to care if I throw up

I can do this all night because you're not really there
There's a couple states between us, states of being are impaired
There's astral projection which I'm starting to believe
Of all the places you could visit, why'd you have to come and visit me?

Tell me how your day was, it's technically the past
Tell me about the boy that fell asleep right on your lap
I'll go to the kitchen to chew another crumb
This stuff is gonna kill me but I'm too high to care if I throw up
Track Name: Magazines
I wanna scream, instead I'll leave
I never wanna leave again, instead I guess I'll scream
I don't have issues, I've got subscriptions
I need a prescription so that I don't scream again

If we never speak we'll never have to argue
If you bleed out all your blood you'll never have to bleed again
If you burn yourselves to ashes, hell won't frighten you
If you never quite come back you'll never have to scream again
Track Name: If These Walls Could Talk
I can hear the words you never say, you can hear me never taking blame
The laundry's in the washer, the beer is in the fridge
Cleaning up does not include admitting what you did

I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out
Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth
My nervous tics and sleeplessmess have kept me up for days
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say

I'm sweating to the point of losing salt, my head is a receptacle for secrets and insults
Your mother is an atheist is she's alive a day
We hide behind religion but we all want to get paid

I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out
Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth
My nervous tics and sleeplessmess have kept me up for days
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say

Let's pretend there's nothing wrong, let's pretend I wrote this song
Let's pretend you like the person sitting to your right
I'll be better in a week, I just need some more coffee please
I can keep my mouth shut really fucking tight

I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out
Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth
My nervous tics and sleeplessmess have kept me up for days
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
My neck hurts from all the ways I slouch
I sleep on the futon and it doubles as a couch
The drums are beat to hell, they are all in disarray
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
If these walls could talk then I would be surprised