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written and composed by madilyn mei
video by madilyn mei
artwork by madilyn mei
produced and mixed by scrawny
mastered by joe hutchinson

Tour Dates (with support from @sparkbirdmusic!):
Jul 11 - Phoenix, AZ @ The Rebel Lounge
Jul 12 - Santa Ana, CA @ Constellation Room
Jul 13 - Los Angeles, CA @ The Moroccan Lounge
Jul 14 - San Francisco, CA @ Cafe Du Nord
Jul 16 - Seattle, WA @ Madame Lou's
Jul 17 - Portland, OR @ Hawthorne Lounge
Jul 19 - Boise, ID @ The Shrine
Jul 21 - Denver, CO @ Globe Hall
Jul 24 - Minneapolis, MN @ Fine Line
Jul 25 - Chicago, IL @ Beat Kitchen
Jul 26 - Ann Arbor, MI @ The Blind Pig
Jul 27 - Columbus, OH @ Ace of Cups
Jul 28 - Toronto, ON @ Hard Luck Bar
Jul 30 - Boston, MA @ The Sinclair
Jul 31 - New York, NY @ Baby's All Right
Aug 1 - Philadelphia, PA @ The Foundry
Aug 2 - Washington, DC @ The Atlantis
Aug 3 - Richmond, VA @ Richmond Music Hall
Aug 6 - Raleigh, NC @ Motorco Music Hall
Aug 7 - Atlanta, GA @ The Masquerade (Purgatory)
Aug 8 - Nashville, TN @ Row One
Aug 10 - Austin, TX @ The Ballroom
Aug 11 - Dallas, TX @ House Of Blues

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Lyrics:

Where do snails go during the day?
They’re probably somewhere playing video games
I’m sad they feel the need to go away
Go away

Where’s the chapel where the mantis pray?
The leaves grow green then fall away
In reddish shades that crumple under six long legs
Leading me along, the children sing a song
And I’d like to turn around
But I know I’m not that strong

I’m missing a house
That I’ve never called home
I’m missing a time that I’ve never known
I remember a tree, had a whole leaf of my own
But now we’re reaching spring
Was it just a dream? I don’t know

I don’t know
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?

They warn of snakes in search of prey
The stories scare me so I stay
At the chapel where the mantis pray
And every day
They lead me along
The children hum a hymn
And I’d like to run away
But to leave would be a sin

I’m missing a house
That I’ve never called home
I’m missing a time that I’ve never known
I remember a song, I sung along
But how did it go?
Well, now I’m reaching spring
Probably just a dream
I should let go

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
I was a tadpole at the time
So I don’t remember much
About what he had to say

Faces, beady little eyes
Larva always cries
Beetle does the same
Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
I was a bunny (I was a kitten) at the time
So I don’t remember much
About what he had to say

Faces, beady little eyes
Larva always cries
Beetle does the same
Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

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