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TRIVIA: - This song has not yet been officially released. - Part 1 of this song and "Bluff" were originally the same song.
WORDS FROM KRISTIN: "If
you watch your friends carefully, sometimes you'll notice their features beginning to change; curling up into themselves,
looking within rather than without. Hurt feelings or a distracting life event may precede this - sleepy disappointment, confusion.
Sometimes your friend will accomplish something really impressive and then their features fall into themselves because the
person feels finished. Or would like to before he or she gets boring or fucks up again. This would never happen to, say, a
seagull. Seagulls don't stop looking around with their shiny opaque discs. God knows what they see. Everything, I guess. And
bags of McDonalds. If a seagull stopped looking without, it'd starve to death. We like to feel more complex than seagulls,
though this allows for a host of icky ailments to take root. Anyway, snapping your fingers in front of a
friend's face could wake them up. "I'll snap you out of it!" you think and grab their face with a Welcome to Earth grin. Show
'em something majestic, play 'em a big, fat song. Make 'em think you like 'em more than you do 'cause you actually do as
it turns out. I love when this works. I hate it when it doesn't. When it works, it's because you were sharp enough to call
their bluff; when it doesn't, your friend's face melts in your grasp and their blurry features begin to resemble those of
a blind cave fish. "Seagull's better," you murmur helplessly, as your friend slips away. Love, Kristin"
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"Blurry" (written by Kristin
Hersh)
Part 1: You crawl up the street Soft and crawling Lucky
you, lucky me Spinning, spun out Wet between your toes It's a harsh,
hot wind And it blows Frosted over Web over your face Me
boiling, you frozen in place Blurry, blurry, blurry Blurry
Part
2: You crawl up the street Soft
and crawling Lucky you, lucky me Spinning, spun out Wet between
your toes It's a harsh, hot wind And it blows Frosted over Web
over your face Me boiling, you frozen in place It wasn't pristine But
only 'cause nothing ever is
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