Too Sensitive

by Gay Panic

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released 02 September 2012
Josh Lerner - vocals
Maggie Schreiner - drums
Phil Andrews - bass
Lior Ben-Abu Hadar - guitar

Josh's snoring on track 8 recorded by Timothy McKeon

*mixed and mastered by Aron Blue
supermeowrecords.com; aronblue.wordpress.com/tag/aron-blue/

*album art by Erin C. Bell

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Track Name: Dirty Boys and The Devil
We’re the brave new teens and we’re looking for a party. Please accept me.
The dirty boys surrounded by our angels. Should we be scared of anything?

We stop at a gas station where we meet a strange kid.
We don’t trust him. He knows a party so we go with him.

He drops us off a small dark house in Kansas.
We’re going to the devil’s party unafraid.

We step inside to find the outcast worshippers.
They sit along the walls. Nobody talks at all.

We know the bad girl Suzy and she looks scared. Yeah, she looks scared for us.

The leader offers us beer in the basement but no one ever goes to the basement.

We step outside to get some air. The worshippers seem scared. They ask us where we’re
going. They ask us not to leave. They peer at us through the blinds.

1,2, 1,2,3, We run!
We’re running from the devil’s party. Run! Run to the pizza hut!

Run from the devil, run erotic city, the psychic sex worker, the stranger who stole from me,
he left it in the bedroom, the double-bodied creature, the vision in the basement, the demon
who follows me.
Track Name: Rebels of Privilege
You gave me a mix tape at the bus stop.
Cat Stevens and the Grateful Dead.
You wrote happy Wednesday on it
and smoked a cigarette.

We sniffed leather protector after school.
You made the bullies think that I was cool.
And you said, “Do you wanna see my penis?”
We drank your parents’ whiskey and we gave
each other head.

We drove the car into the country.
Rebels of privilege getting high. We flew. We crashed.
Blood at the river. The farmer’s wife held me as I cried.

We sniffed leather protector after school.
You made the bullies think that I was cool.
And you said, “Do you wanna see my penis?”
We drank your parents’ whiskey and we gave
each other head.

You gave me so many of my firsts.
Oh, everything was new.

And I’ll love you all my life. My rebel of privilege. Oh, my rebel of privilege. Oh, my rebel of
privilege.
Track Name: Clean Up
You never clean up. Would you clean up nicely? The house is my head. Would you
organize it? You never clean up! Would you clean up nicely? The house is my head! Would
you organize it?

I’m not your mother. I’m not my mother. I know we mostly worked it out but baby I’m still
singing about it. You never clean up! Would you clean up nicely? You’re so entitled and I’m
at your service.

I’m Mrs. Garrett at work and at home. There’s gonna be trou-ble. Make that dou-ble.
Girls, girls, girls, please stop fighting! Girls, girls, girls, please stop fighting.

You never clean up. Would you clean up nicely? The house is my head. Would you
organize it? You never clean up. You never clean up.
Track Name: Deep Brooklyn
We had a deal, a deal, you and I. You didn’t know you were to grow as my son.
We had a deal, a deal, you and I. You didn’t know. You didn’t know.

I called for you like a child in the dark. You didn’t know I‘d been awake all night.
“I owe you this. The truth before I go”. You wore that face that hides what you feel inside.

If you thought being on drugs would make it easier you were right. You were right. You were
right. You were right. You were right. Don’t do drugs, my son.

Live and be well. All is well here. Live and be well. All is well here. We had a deal, you and I. You didn’t know.
Track Name: Shining Fools
Pick me up after school, gifted friend, shining fool. It’s dawn in Kansas City.
In the basement, in the park, in the pond or in the dark. We’re leaving Kansas City.

To see our leader, to transcend, the alien-angel near the end. We’re going to Chicago.
My sadness cuts, my drugs don’t work, I can’t learn till New York. I don’t recall Chicago.

Always surprised, the magic friends feel the power.
When I wake up I don’t know what I did last night.
Did I tell the secrets? Will we be alright?

Pick me up after school, gifted friend, shining fool. It’s dawn in Kansas City.
In the basement, in the park, in the pond or in the dark. We’re leaving Kansas City.

To see our leader, to transcend, the alien-angel near the end. We’re going to Chicago.
My sadness cuts, my drugs don’t work, I can’t learn till New York. I don’t recall Chicago.

Always surprised, the magic friends feel the power.
When I wake up I don’t know what I did last night.
Did I learn the secrets? Will we be alright?

I don’t recall it. I don’t at all. I don’t remember you. Remember you at all. You weren’t there
when I need you. You were high in the air.
Track Name: Get Lost
You’re not getting away, not getting away, not getting away. You’re not getting away. You’re
getting lost. You’re not getting away, not getting away, not getting away. You’re not getting
away. You’re getting lost.

This is your forever friend. The one who in spite of you still cares for you.
Somebody who knew you when and will know you again and again and again.

You’re not getting away, not getting away, not getting away. You’re not getting away. You’re
getting lost. You’re not getting away, not getting away, not getting away. You’re not getting
away. You’re getting lost.

This is your forever friend. The one who in spite of you still cares for you.
Somebody who knew you when and will know you again and again and again and again
and again.

I don’t know why, why I’m still hanging around. I should be getting lost. I could be getting
found. I don’t know why, why I’m still hanging around. I should be getting lost. I could be
getting found.
Track Name: Therapy Talking Points
It’s never enough. Never enough attention. It’s never enough. Enough love.
I try doing more. Doing more for others but it’s never enough to feel good inside.

I try. I try to forgive myself and others.

But it’s never enough. Never enough forgiveness. It’s never enough. Enough talk.
I try doing more. Doing more of the same but it’s never enough to make it stop.

I try. I try to forsake the judge and cry.
I try. I try to forget these thoughts and powers.
I try. I try to foresee remains and futures.

I admit it. I’m a Leo. I admit it. I’m a Leo baby. I admit it. I’m a Leo. I admit it. I’m a Leo Li/or.
I admit it. I’m a Leo. I admit it. I’m a Leo baby. I admit it. I’m a Leo. I admit it. I’m a Leo and
it’s never enough. No it’s never enough. It’s never enough. It’s never enough.
Track Name: Dreams
This is my life’s work. I move at night. I dream about parties. I swim and take flight. I dream
of the old house. I dream about you. My dreams they are real. My dreams they are truths.

Water. Murky.
Breathing. Past Life Peace. Reoccurring.

Flying. Pumping legs to get air.
Astral Projection. I am here. I am there. I am there.

Always parties. Please accept.
Judged and judging. Karmic Debt. Spirit profit.

The old house. Deep in me.

I see new futures when he’s not haunting me. Haunting me.

Lucidly. Lucidly. Now I know this is a dream.
Lucidly. Lucidly. I share control with deeper me.
Tonight with you. Tonight with you. Sleep’s the last thing I wanna do.

Tonight with you. Tonight with you. Sleep’s the last thing I wanna do.

Where you are. Where you are. You’re never gonna bring me down. Where I am. Where I
am. You’re never gonna bring me down.

Lucidly. Lucidly. I share control with deeper me.
Lucidly. Lucidly. Now I know this is a dream.
Track Name: Bodies Like Objects
Ever since I was a hanger in the closet in the dark I’d touch other bodies like objects. Other
bodies like objects.

Ever since I was a hanger in the closet in the dark I’d touch other bodies like objects.

Silence is not consent. Verbal and explicit. You said you couldn’t say and now I’m breaking
down.
You bit my face like a rotten apple and blood poured like refusal from my heart. My heart.

Ever since I was a hanger in the closet in the dark I’d touch other bodies like objects. Other
bodies like objects.

Ever since I was a hanger in the closet in the dark I’d touch other bodies like objects.

Silence is not consent. Verbal and explicit. You said you couldn’t say and now I’m breaking
down.
You bit my face like a rotten apple and blood poured like refusal from my heart. My heart.

Gay. I feel so gay. I feel so gay but I’m fucking queer.

Gay. I feel so gay. I feel so gay but I’m fucking queer.

Gay. I feel so gay. I feel so gay but I’m fucking queer.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.