Mrs. Moo music video by Ethan Woods, with footage by Ethan Woods and Lauren Gerndt
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I think that I'm a little child inside
Dissatisfied with my baggy disguise
Afraid of married fingers pointing
So I lie
Ignore the call
From the end of the hall
A beckon from the ender's line
A shoe that won't untie
Does she see what a fake I am?
I'll make her drink and I'll call her a man
A passing note, I tried to gloat
Oh what a sham
At the end of the day
Try to loosen my ways
Call a song to a passerby
Try not to wonder why
The message that fell short
A hologram or a lovely sport
Does the meaning follow the
Gardener's try or the pie in the sky or the kisser's eye
Or should I wake up?
And I know that I'm too shy
Always laid down, spinning my
Anxious thread off lumpy spools
Is it right to amplify the question why
Or should I wake up?
Sentimental for New England now
The rolling hills and the grazing cows
But outside answers rest too gently
Why do I try?
Cause wings with muscle grow from trouble
Why do I try?
I think the answers in the question
Why do I try?
And when I'm lowest, I will push on through
But why?
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Fled the
Rebar
Stepped up
Higher
To a
Maple
Sugar
Pasture
Milk and
Honey
Soaked his
Money
Left him
Hung dry
Like a newborn rock him gentle
Now we're
Resting
On our
Laurels
We play
Fingers
And we
Chortle
Like a
King whose
Stomach
Spills out
Over
His throne
Onto flocks of peons lapping at his teat, his supple Bacchus wine
Feeling so sublime
Periled
No more
Now we
Adore
Burrow
Deeper
Into
The Floor
Made of
Needles
Twigs and
Beetles
Our roots
Mingle
Will they find us in the refuge of her sinful when our problems
Arise seeking with their sickles and their shotguns filled with coffee grinds
Spitting out at me
I know
My game of life will end
And so the ugly face of my regrets
Will come to be my friend
Cuddly tie-in!!!
Please dis-
Card the
Calls of
Labor
Human
Function
Social
Daycare
Stay in-
Side my
Foolish
Headspace
And We'll
Replace
All your worries, tell me are you
Happy?
Pleasant?
Cheerful?
Upbeat?
Chipper?
Awesome?
No more worries now that we are
Happy, yeah!
Pleasant, yeah!
Cheerful, yeah!
Upbeat, yeah!
Chipper, yeah!
Awesome, yeah!
Shield your eyes the regrets fade away and you are left with a hollow joy
Cuddly tie-in!!!
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Lauren's Song
05:17
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When you are scare that you are passing
Through the design of our mouse hole life
For a fire that burns up the summer
A patchwork of trees and meteor nights
It's not true
I need you
Though I am able and I am hungry
For the parade of runaway vans
Careless the song I sing for you sometimes
The salt that I hold in my dumb hands
It's not true
I need you
Inside I hold the evening shared with you
On the couch watching a movie
Outside the blizzard hums a tune
We know but cannot place
Like a puzzle can amaze
Or the smile on your loving face
Nothing else really matters
Love is the ground on which I'm camping
I don't own the land but it's fine for the night
And when I am short on breath and climbing
I'll follow the prints you left in the snow
And faith is a word I don't use often
Not for the clouds whatever they mean
And not for the place where I reap my profits
The salt that I hold in my dumb hands
What else can I say besides I love you?
What else can I say besides I need you?
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4. |
Working Zero
04:40
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Why am I a flag?
An atom in the monster
Drone, I start with a yawn
Where is my true land?
A place where no one holds my
Hands over the fire
What a shame
That the game
Is played in my name
Could I find
The borders filled with warm beds?
No achieve
No believe
If I choose to leave
A lost cause
To push away the dirt
Is it not enough
To disavow the big mouths?
No, the cowards way out
Leaves the poor in tar
They sink down to the bottom
How did I let this shit happen?
You are owed a break
From the bully call
In the hallway
Campaign of your life
What a shame
That the game
Is played in my name
Could I find
The borders filled with warm beds?
No achieve
No believe
If I choose to leave
A lost cause
To push away the dirt
And I'm not sure
If a cure
Will appear oh no
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Why am I alive
When the ether
Is filled with nothing ghosts?
And how have I survived
Long enough to
Taste the dirt behind the comfort food
That I eat through the night
As though the cake might
Kiss my head and tuck me in?
When the truth is a bitter tonic
There's no hand to gently push the anxious ape
What did you do with all your time?
A cloud of
Angst in your half-baked mind
Appeared every night
Like a
Radiator's hiss in winter
And I suppose it's fine
No sense in beating
Yourself into a bloody pulp
Those heavy feelings, they're not danger
But a line
That holds a person in their frame
If I press my
Face into the wall I might uncover your hidden hands so gentle
Not just coldness
But a place where weather's call is mild and I can find your call for me
Once when I was a child
In school I
Cried as though my mom had died
I knew that she was fine
But the image
Took command of my small mind
And I didn't even try
To hold the tears in
I wanted to sink into the swamp
And let the water fill my insides
I swam
And became a frog in the murkiness
If I press my
Face into the wall I might uncover your hidden hands so gentle
Not just coldness
But a place where weather's call is mild and I can find your call for me
When I press my
Face into the wall I might uncover your hidden hands so gentle
Not just coldness
But a place where weather's call is mild and I can find your call for me
Call for me
But are you calling for me?
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Little lamb, little lamb
You have your bad days
Contaminate
The herd
With a call from beyond
Your reflection in the pond
Should I bare my teeth
Like a coyote cloud
And prod the apple hill on
The hill
Bare my teeth, set my law
Turn my hooves into claws
Waited on your say
I itemize the time you take with your
Indecision
Sometimes I wonder to myself
Did I fuck up with my big plan?
Played itself out, are we nowhere?
Blame myself
Did I fuck up?
A little lamb is what I am
I have my bad days
I long for the pleasant shape of
The herd
Beyond the wooden fence
Can we remain good friends?
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Aster's Song
03:33
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Cold one
These are woods I know
I see
Your paws are caked in snow
And you want to see your Mama
But if you would just indulge me
There is joy bound in the flurries
For you to run in
How can
I make you a little calmer
With the
Foolishness that I harbor
I was raised on snow compacted
By my parent's studded tires
They knew the trees
They knew the emptiness
Of an hour's length to fire
Somehow still
I meet you
A dog
Made in streets
Whose comfort naps with Lauren
Don't fear
Though sometimes I may have
Raised my voice, it wasn't bearing
Abandon
My sweet one
I love you
Cold one
Jump with my in the snow pile
Soon we'll
return home to our lover's smile
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8. |
Say Goodnight My Light
03:20
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Say goodnight my light
My song's spent, what a day
No more kissing plans
No more whistling cars my way
Left behind is a palace filled with my
Wonder for the world
Boxes in for the night
Slumber settles in
I hope I just might
Make it through when the morning hustle
Rushes me with delight
I am shy but I try to
Go
Where the flow
Will guide me without struggle
Erode the banks away
And let intention through
Yesterday was a blast
But let it rest in the past
You already won that fight
So say goodnight
Say goodnight my light
My song's spent, what a day
No more kissing plans
No more no more no more no more
So say goodnight
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Ethan Woods Brooklyn, New York
Musician, composer, & producer based in Brooklyn, NY.
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