Slept in my Windbreaker

by Bee Constant

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released September 6, 2013

All songs written and recorded by Tennessee Kamanski
Dark green bass and charming guitar on Super 12 and Laundry Dreams, egg and teeny tiny brass ensemble and bass for The Moth Brigade by Aaron Dennis. ( tansisterradio.bandcamp.com , lechepueblo.bandcamp.com )
Drum decorations on Bad Press by Larry Dent.
Sporadic tambourine on See More Glass by Clementine.

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Track Name: The Moth Brigade
I will never be completely prepared
I will never be fully repaired
Submarine.

I heard the Queen of Egypt smells like chlorine
that the sounds that you've been making sound so boring.
Piñata babes and lady clones will take a shot of styrofoam
They gaze through scopes of deadly night shade
to catch a glimpse of The Moth Brigade.

It's a cage with golden bars,
they say this time it's gone too far,
but I count the times I've told the bad moon that
she looked so pretty.

You kill me leaning on the speaker,
you kill me with my head against your chest.
I was the storm and not the shelter,
I wanted to put the bad moon to rest.

I'll commandeer your jacket,
I will paint icicles on your chest.
I was the storm and not the shelter,
I wanted to put the bad moon to rest.
I wanted to put the bad moon to rest.

I heard the Queen of Egypt smells like chlorine
that the sounds that you've been making sound so boring.
Piñata babes and lady clones will take a shot of styrofoam
They gaze through scopes of deadly night shade
to catch a glimpse of The Moth Brigade.
Track Name: Super 12
Hey, Super 12, I found your postcard. You've been hunting for placebos in the storm. Could you give me some? To kill my knees. They've been screaming all night at me. Wish they'd get evicted, like Fancy, parks his tank in front of the stairs by a clothesline where as kids we were ornaments.

I'll be a reminder that no one's got a hold on anything, but I'm in no opposition to collecting. And people have thus far made greatest additions, of my favorite thing, I sink in remission.

Hey, Super 12, I found your postcard, you've been hunting for placebos in the storm. Wish I'd get evicted, like Fancy, keep him up all night with these dreams: where as kids, we were ornaments, now we hang, not as decorative, but as convicts.
Track Name: 62 Boy Blue
If anybody says you're weak, just tell em' how I fell asleep. And if anyone says you're not tough, just tell em' how you beat me up. If anyone says you're not brave, hey man, I'll dig their grave. Cause I want the sunrise, the smoke, and your young eyes to squint and say, "You're alright."

If anybody says you're weak, just tell em' how I fell asleep. And if anyone says you're not tough, just tell em' how you beat me up. If anyone says you're not brave, hey man, I'll dig their grave. Cause I want the late day, and I want the gold to stay, I want.

If anybody says you're weak, just tell em' how I fell asleep. And if anyone says you're not tough, just tell em' how you beat me up. If anyone says you're not brave, hey man, I will dig their grave. Cause I want the sunrise, the smoke, and your young eyes to squint, and say you're alright.
Track Name: Laundry Dreams
Summer makes me dizzy, like wisdom teeth, and I've lost the key to the motel room where the chief of police is searching my documentaries. He wants to take me back to the factory, induce sleep with Lurie movies.

I could kill your laundry dreams.

She carries herself like a witness, and is jealous of your sickness, also jealous of the bookshelves, hold the cures for common thickness. Across the light-break stomachache, I wish you south to punctuate.

And you'll kiss my laundry dreams.

All the girls who know the words will drown in their perfume.
All the girls' words I misuse are moving over you.

I win, I made the biggest mess, I'm cleaning it for free. But the wide eyed ants and honey flies are begging to pay me. Say I'll "be the worst best faery queen!" "Let deep voice pay the yacht dot lease!" So Kitchen Floor, try me explain, to taste and know, not claim and leave, well

I could kill your laundry dreams.

All the girls who know the words will drown in their perfume.
All the girls' words I misuse are moving over you.
Track Name: Bad Press
Clouds turning pink over trains passing cities,
we'll inherit the fog, and I think we're like cats, some.
Your words are handsome, and I like how they come out.
They skip the bad press, fall straight into my mouth.

Alone at the dock, skipping stones that I don't throw
but I'll throw myself off, star-studded peepshow.
Microphone breath is the best at recanting
so I drown in the bathtub to old Irish chanting.

Sundowns are never this green at the movies,
you're tellin' me stories and plans I forgot.
Seabirds interrupt the classic south farm light,
you're holdin' me close but you hold the book real tight.

I don't need an alibi.
I can waste my own time.
You crack my eggshell mind right
and I can't say I don't like it.

My negative bones disappear under black light,
your lostboy and rainsmell come clean under string lights,
the spell is a dream if I hooked up the chords right.

Sway here with arms crossed, shared sweat on the ceiling,
I'm tired of skeptics, my own disbelieving.
This is untied, this is closeness, this is all.
Track Name: See More Glass
It came and went so easily about you,
the welcoming consistency of white glue.
Like inviting you to curl up in my nightmares,
would encourage them to infiltrate the daycares.

But I love the way it feels when you ignore me
and the texture of my own mouth starts to bore me.
The answer being no if you had asked me,
would be Yes, of course, and always coming lastly.

I'll waste my time, if you'll waste your time.
I just need something to measure it by.

Are the know-not-better angels glad you told her?
And if I say I see more glass, you'll kiss my shoulder?
That the lies annulled are worth the nights they'd scold her,
for the ink impressed my number one beholder.

With my focus broken waiting on my playwright
to say he dreamed me doubled over in a snow fight.
I say "good, I was hoping you'd be sleeping,
closer that than hope and smoking pipe dreams."

I'll waste my time, if you'll waste your time.
I just need something to measure it by.