Brief Lesbian

by Pairs

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F. ...and just like THAT (snaps his fingers), Pairs has dashed Neil Young's hope of ever writing this song (Bloodshot). Too bad, Shakey. Thanks for playing. Favorite track: Robert's cutting laps out front of Roundabout Video again (feat. Adam McRae).
Bloodshot in a robe Cumshots on a phone Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone There’s a rattle in my lungs at times, there’s a shutter now in my spine But I’m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine Grafting gaffs to the blood boys Gripping on to the choice Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist Under a grim fucking sky I drift past this guy A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed Telling the guy on his right How he just had a root, from some low hanging fruit a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling slurring how he’ll never don a suit Put a box out for the cats Put out poison for the rats Put on a feast for the hungry and we’ll see if it changes the way that they act Put my name on the door Collect dust on the floor Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore I saved two days, by taking today Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid What’s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street Is that it’s just a symptom of trying to get paid With holes in the skin From an apartment doctor’s pin strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin Burnt down to an itch Sewn up by a stitch Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch Take me to a town Where the only farewell is a funeral For jealousy and shame You got your small amount fame Light candles in the bathroom with your dick in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame Eye fuck a bartender as she pours Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors But it is what it is, now isn’t it? Petty small jab rolls with a work permit It’s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit That they’ve tied off with their cheap thrill A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill Whilst I climb this shit storming Everest that I’ve made from this tiny little molehill Take me to a town Where the only farewell is a funeral


released March 23, 2014

Arranged, recorded, mixed and mastered by Adam McRae (
Vocals recorded by Laura Ingalls.
Guitar: F, Xiao Zhong, Adam McRae, Marcus Hobbs.
Drums: Xiao Zhong.
Vocals: Xiao Zhong, Adam McRae, Tom Lyngcoln.
Synth: Adam McRae.
Programming: Adam McRae.
Lyrics: Xiao Zhong, Adam McRae (I'm sorry to hear your partner wears a hat inside)

A huge thanks to Adam for being so open to the idea and being such a legend about it all. You can check out his music at

Bits and pieces recorded at The Chows (Shanghai), Boneyard (Shanghai), Spring Festival Eve (Tianjin) and somewhere in Canada.


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