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Mind Your Head

by The Dead Ends

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1.
Willow Tree 02:35
Sow your seeds: none will grow, but they’ll bear a tree. My arms stretch for its fruit just out of my reach— If I pare off the skin I’d find a picture of me. The garden where we sat together underneath the willow tree was a dream explained to me by a stranger (you, my lover). I first saw you among the rows of green rosemary. So I left my wicker basket at the pine thicket. Calmly you took my shaking hand, led me into the mountains. The garden where we sat together underneath the willow tree was a dream explained to me by a stranger (you, my lover). Oh, my God, who abandoned who? Oh, my God, was it me or was it you? The garden where we sat together underneath the willow tree was a dream explained to me by a stranger (you, my lover).
2.
You were real, but never true. I built a mess, that mess was you. You were the first to stick around. You claimed me gagged and bound. But if not you, I’ll do. If not you, I’ll do. Come around, because I need you now. Come around, because I failed you now. Even though I was wrong, you held out for so long. The needle on my gauge was spinning like a fan blade. But if not you, I’ll do. If not you, I’ll do. Come around, because I need you now. Come around, because I failed you now. Here, the fort we built then plundered every first night we spent together. Here, the field we cleared anew. Every bridge I burned, I burned for you. Come around, because I need you now. Come around, because I failed you now. But if not you, I’ll do. If not you, I’ll do.
3.
You weren’t gone when I came home. So I followed the clothes trail to find my betrayal: the rose petals; the hissing kettle. I finally figured you out (all those months of sneaking about). I finally figured you out (catching you confirmed my doubt). The anger (all our years), just boils up, becomes clear. I approach you and him in our bed— we all end. I finally figured you out (all those months of sneaking about). I finally figured you out (catching you confirmed my doubt). I finally figured you out (all those months of sneaking about). I finally figured you out. (I caught you in the goddamn act.) Praise him in you. Now he anoints you. Here is his body, here is his blood. Do it in remembrance of me. So, let’s praise him. I figured you out. So, let’s praise him. I figured you out. I finally figured you out (all those months of sneaking about). I finally figured you out. (I caught you in the fucking act.)
4.
To Caddy 03:50
To Caddy, After I’m gone, name your daughter after me. I saw her once in a dream: she has my eyes (gold-green like the sea crashing on rocks of the jetties). Please go on, for grief always fades, turns to light that will fill your days. It’s hard to read my letters the same, but still try to mitigate the pain. Caddy, don’t forget me. Don’t forget me for me. With the knife I held against your throat— bury it with me, so we’ll always stay close. With our mother, lie a little bit: tell her what I’ve done was an accident. Down by the branch, where we used to play, crack the ice, put it to his face. On cold nights, I’ll visit you in sleep to try to bring you some peace. Caddy, don’t forget me. Don’t forget me for me. Love, Quentin
5.
Beg 02:50
Just let me be to crumble in peace. You barrage my defenses so senselessly. I’m not scared. Push me there: the balcony, the open dare. I’m not scared. Push me there. I’ll fall away from all we shared. There’s space between us even when we’re close. You take what you’re given but don’t give what you take. I’m not scared. Push me there: the balcony, the open dare. I’m not scared. Push me there. I’ll fall away from all we shared. Our love was lessened once we gave it a name. I kiss your hands, and I kiss your neck, but I like you best when you beg. So, beg. Just beg. Beg. I’m not scared. Push me there: the balcony, the open dare. I’m not scared, already there. You can’t repair this last prayer.
6.
Killer 01:37
They will never catch us.

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released April 19, 2013

All songs © 2013 Loud Poetry music, ASCAP.
All songs written and performed by The Dead Ends.
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Recorded, Produced, and Mixed by Daniel King in Nashville, Tennessee.
Mastered by Chris Bethea in Florence, Alabama.
Album artwork by Julia Ribeiro.

Cody Boss (bass, guitar)
Benjamin Bugna (drums)
Daniel King (guitars, keys, percussion)
Micah Thomas (piano)
Will Fargason (vocals, guitars, lyrics)

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