Teenage Waistline

by Positive No

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released May 24, 2019

Positive No is Kenny Close, Coldon Martin, Keith Renna and Tracy Wilson.

Recorded at the Ward Studio with Chris Compton.
Mixed at Skip's Space by Chris Compton.
Mastered by Carl Saff.

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Track Name: Teenage Waistline
I don’t see myself in your image.
I HATE IT! I HATE IT!
I can’t live like this.
Foul in my head.

Stop asking when, where, or why.
Bring what you expect to find.

I don’t hear myself in your story.
I HATE IT! I HATE IT!

It isolates the unpleasant.
Rewrites history....without me.

The ground never came to meet my feet.
No soft landings.
The ground never came to meet my feet.

Stop asking when, where, or why.
Bring what you expect to find.

I can’t live like this.
Foul in my head.
Kick out the locks.
Widen the frame.

Don’t lie.
Don’t erase my life.
It was more than a teenage waistline.
So many years.
Wasted.
Track Name: Thanksgiving
It won't be Thanksgiving without the wild game.

Winter is a Goddamned thief.
There is nothing left of the farm
but skin and bones.

Take your rifle and storm the grey light.

Winter is a Goddamned thief.
The crust of first frost
skeletal oaks and corn
brought to its knees, begging for mercy.

Bring back death slung over your shoulder.

It won't be Thanksgiving without the wild game.

Skinned and field dressed; ready for skillet.

It won't be Thanksgiving without the wild game.