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Hello, My Young Boy

by Simma

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Let's Not 04:14
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Don’t know how to say this right Don’t think I’m coming by tonight Brain and body in a little fight Don’t know who’s gonna win, this match is tight Seen it all before, like that’s so raven Basic connection is makin’ me craven— Well that’s rich, is there a way to scratch this itch Without reaching for the calamine? I can’t commit I can’t commit I can’t commit So let’s just commiserate Let's not and say that we did Lets not, Lets not Come on get in the crib Lets not, and say that we did Let's not, let's not Harrison Cribb You approach me, say let’s make a plan But I don’t know how to broach it, can’t be a man I’m just a boy Wanna play with my toys It’s a dose of masochistic joy When I—just can’t bring myself to dial, tryna walk single file down the aisle I know you’re smitten, Like a hand in a mitten But heart’s a little too cold for that I can’t commit I can’t commit I can’t commit So let’s just commiserate Let's not and say that we did Lets not, Lets not Come on get in the crib Let's not, and say that we did Lets not, Lets not Harrison Cribb I’m tongue-tied, sweaty-palmed I ain’t dead in bed, but my libido’s embalmed Papa might’ve raised a coward But it’s a strange source of power Flaking on plans by the hour Is there a way to be left alone— While also warming your bones? I could go get some courage on loan But it’s just so goddamn good staying home I can’t commit I can’t commit I can’t commit So let’s just commiserate Let's not and say that we did Lets not, Lets not Come on get in the crib Let's not, and say that we did Lets not, Lets not Harrison Cribb
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Dengue Fever 02:34
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AND I WAS SICK ... AHHH!
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Breakfast For Dinner 05:41
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Ridin’ home, 3 a.m. on summer night Away from the pretense and the artificial light You, pretty little lady in the passenger seat Ask me real sweet if there’s somethin’ to eat I don’t have anything in the fridge (at home) Haven’t filled it since I crossed the Brooklyn bridge But then I remember, off exit 11 A restaurant that’s open 24/7 (well, this must be heaven) Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Pullin up to the yellow sign shinin’ Can’t believe I’m about to be lavishly dinin’, with you, girl Two fry cooks, Mort ‘n Larry, greet us Colder than a mortuary, but they gonna feed us You ask for peppered, smothered homefries (damn) While I just order up another side of those hazel eyes (DAMN) I get down on one knee for the first time in my life Put down my menu, ask can you be my wife? Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Breakfast for dinner, Breakfast dinner, we call it supper now Baby can’t believe you said yes Got a little grease spot on that wedding dress Waiter name of Cameron is hammin’ it up Says that he’s ordained, while he’s topping off your cup Make up our vows on the spot Girl I love you a lot, and now we’ve tied the knot Can’t believe I’m your groom, and now we’ve consumed so let’s go now consummate You’ve made this waffle house a home You’ve made this waffle house a home, baby You’ve made this waffle house a home tonight You’ve made this waffle house a home You’ve made this waffle house a home, baby You’ve made this waffle house a home tonight You’ve made this waffle house a home You’ve made this waffle house a home, baby You’ve made this waffle house a home tonight
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D.P.M.Y. 05:17
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Who believes this? Who inside me has been creating this story? Hello my young boy OH LAWD Can’t tell if I’m ready to be a father this early in life Can’t tell if I’d make good fodder for a father to a daughter or a spouse to a wife Said I can’t tell, I can’t tell, honey I can’t tell, I can’t tell, baby Can’t smell, but that’s just because I got the lingering effects of the coronavirus nineTEEN Could I even raise a tween? Or maybe a teen—hell, I could em to eleven or maybe even twelve First you get a little bit of vinegar Then you get a little bit of the salt Then you get a mason jar and put my young in there, but be sure that you tell ‘em that it’s not their fault First you get a little bit of vinegar Then you get a little bit of the salt Then you get a mason jar and put my young in there, but be sure that you tell ‘em that it’s not their fault Oh lord, these beans ain’t mung I don’t want you to pickle my young It’s not over til the fat lady’s sung I don’t want you to pickle my young Don’t psychoanalyze me like Carl Jung I just don’t want you to pickle my young I don’t see how this is any fun I don’t want you to pickle my young Can’t tell if I’m ready to domesticate A tiny little feral kid Can’t tell if I’m ready to resign my fate And stare down the barrel of this cracker’s lid Can’t tell, what’s the distance? Would there be any difference? Why must we give such vast deference To the vas deferens? Oh please, don’t put my son Into a little jar of vinegar please It’s bad for his knees Oh please, don’t put my son Into a little jar of vinegar please It’s bad for his knees Oh lord, these beans ain’t mung I don’t want you to pickle my young Climbing Jacob’s ladder, missin’ that next rung Don’t want you to pickle my young You’re gonna have to put me in an iron lung Cause I can’t have you picklin’ my young I love my perfect little precious son I don’t want you to pickle my young It’s a bad habit, and you ain’t no nun So—why’re you trying to pickle my young? I’m at the gallows, but I ’m not well hung I don’t want you to pickle my young You’re tryna roll ‘em up like a beetle does dung I don’t want you to pickle my young Rachel Carson, Silent Spring has sprung I don’t want you to pickle my young Don't want you to pickle my young

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released January 19, 2024

Sammy G- Electric Guitar, Keys, Vocals
Will Bahr- Drums, Vocals
Harry Cribb- Bass

Dengue Fever- Jill Haynie, Hammered Podcast

D.P.M.Y- Haribo Friedman

All songs written by Simma

Mixed and Mastered by Matt Williams
Eagle Room Studios
Weaverville, NC

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We represent all that is good in this world. We hope our masterful art, our impeccable craft, touches your soul. Even if a mere fraction, a hair, of how much it fuels our egos, our ideas of self worth, our bank accounts, our ancestral longings. We love you, but not as much as we love ourselves. We want the world to hear our sacred swan song, before we hit retirement age. We are lonely. ... more

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