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"Clark's Nutcracker"
(written by Kristin Hersh)

Demo Version:
Snap our skulls shut, spark off yesterday
Phantom brain headaches
Such a loud laugh in the platinum sun
The platinum blasted sun
'Cause you're a-wired
You just crumple up
You just tumble down, don't you?
I mean, you know you do
Said a mouthful through a mouthful of
Ginger ale and love
Lift our platinum sun
Us too shall pass
We're made of glass
It's complicated
You just crumple up
You just hunker down, don't you?
I mean, you know you do

Album Version:
Snap our skulls shut, spark off yesterday
Phantom brain headaches
Such a loud laugh in the platinum sun
The platinum blasted sun
'Cause you're a-wired
You just crumple up
You just tumble down, don't you?
I mean, you know you do
Said a mouthful through a mouthful of
Ginger ale and love
Lift our platinum sun
Us too shall pass
We're made of glass
It's complicated
You just crumple up
You just hunker down, don't you?
It's complicated
You just crumple up
You just hunker down, don't you?
I mean, you know you do

CASH Musc

TRIVIA:
- This song has not yet been officially released.

WORDS FROM KRISTIN:
"In Palm Springs, California, we inherited a sad, little tree. It came with our rental and was more like a stick with branches, but it was stuck in the ground and didn't seem quite dead yet, so we called it a "tree." After a few months of cremating sun and no rain, a wrinkly little fruit appeared on our sad stick. Colorless and shapeless, the fruit continued to grow into a slightly bigger, wrinkly, colorless blob. Which, on careful inspection, revealed itself to be a pomegranate. This seemed magic to us. Pomegranates are...well, fancy. Our stick was not.
One boring afternoon, we decided to pick the pomegranate. Figured it was just gonna fall off anyway. And ruby red jewels that taste better than jelly beans could only help us be less bored, right? So we hacked the pomegranate off its sad, little Giving Tree and then chopped the fruit in half. Inside were not ruby red jewels, but clear baubles. Cubic zirconium pomegranate seeds. We were bummed. Then we tasted them, They were better than better than jelly beans. In fact, they were better than just about anything.
We looked it up. White pomegranate is a thing. A good thing.
We felt we'd wronged the little stick and swore never to be so shallow again. In fact, we planted some of the magnificent seeds nearby, in the hope that another Giving Stick might make a future renter's afternoon less boring with white pomegranate seeds and a lesson in small.
Clark's Nutcracker is a grayish bird that is capable of planting entire forests. It can stash 30,000 seeds in one season; a huge surplus that, if not eaten by something else, will eventually germinate and grow into trees. This bird, like your children and your flowers and your kindness, is not wealthy or famous or attention-seeking and yet it sure seems more important than a lot of the crap we humans pay attention to. We're ephemeral, brief moments of will. "Us too shall pass." We have no time to waste.
Love, Kristin"

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