Losing Salt

by Marc With a C

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
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07:30
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
9.
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

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

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released May 1, 2009

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Marc With a C Orlando, Florida

For 20 years, DIY indie pop singer-songwriter-storyteller Marc With a C has devoted himself to making raw, lo-fi music about a hi-def world.

Through countless original albums, EPs and live recordings, Marc With a C uses infectious melodies and salty language to tell the stories of a generation caught between the analog and digital worlds.
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