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Late to the Party

by Sloane Peterson

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1.
Bourgeois 03:23
she said my mind is filled with dreck cuz i dont read slavoj zizek and that its such a shame that i should waste such a pretty face on such bad taste and you shouldve seen just how pissed she got when i said im not a stalinist she said who do you think took down the axis plus killing all them kulaks was some good ass praxis ive got a funny feeling this is one heart i wont be stealing im just trying to get down to seduction not to seize the means of production she said as far as first dates go not like youd know this aint half as good as march 8 1917 now that my politics can be dismissed what about my taste in postmodernists and i could've sworn she started flinchin when i said delillo sucks compared to thomas pynchon she said the transcendentalists should be on my shelf like they didnt just go camping with excess wealth trade your melville for thoreau like you know you ought to to which i replied i would prefer not to im just trying to get you out of your clothes not to get lectured on michel foucalt she said this rendezvous between me and you dont compare to dead white poets and harold bloom are you really sure i ask oppression boils down to class im starting to get bored you see with your failed poet philosophy this has turned into a chore i grit my teeth, as long as i just sit at some point shell have to quit the time comes for the check to be split when she leaves she asks would i come with (whatd she say?) i can always find someone thats not you (and then?) but after all that i just taught you (what else?) i really think you ought to to which i replied i would prefer not to also fuck you for not liking the smiths.
2.
Moon 01:59
i couldve sworn your eyes were burning like a pagan city laying on the roof in my high school hoodie you said that lunar light was the only light that's holy cuz holy things are always stolen so hold me tighter as the gyre loosens cuz in its arc the sun carries our ruin unearth the extant words you've been chewing cuz pretty things are always broken hey, don't change your name dont you dare to douse that flame im privileged to know the person you were ten years ago when the sun nudged me awake in the morning he left a sweatshirt hanging loose on the door hinge i held the memories but couldn't restore them cuz some things just can't be stolen so you're scared but is it really founded cuz Sunday morning's bite has never felt this rounded you will never know how your first words sounded so don't dare say them aloud hey, don't say that name dont forget to douse that flame i only wish I met you ten years ago and when you leave for the night be a dear and hit the lights i only wish I met you ten years ago.
3.
i knelt there pious and pathetic and i prayed to my lord john hughes and like any good savior ascetic he came and he took away my blues and through some magic or weird science whatever it is called he granted my one wish just because i had the gall to ask and so from that day hence until the day my name gets called every girl to cross my path will be just like molly ringwald it started on the couch where you bled me out giving mouth to mouth i looked up at the tv and that's where i finally saw my way out i walked down the street to the bus stop and instead of a curmudgeonly traffic cop i saw a pretty girl with a cherry mop atop her head and a pretty smile that made my heart stop and hop and drop like lead she said i don't know who you are and i don't know what you're called but i can see myself with you until the day that you go bald ill be pretty in pink and youll be handsome dark and tall another picture perfect leading man for molly ringwald you left me home alone in your parents home waiting by the phone for the day youd call to come and take my head on loan i want to be content leaning my heart on a tv screen and i want the words to fill my soul to come from a movie scene i know just how small real love can make molly ringwald seem but real love don't hold a candle let alone sixteen.
4.
Ally Sheedy 03:10
it took getting drunk to ask for your name after seeing you around every couple of days and all my friends that know you think youre cool and witty all i know is that i think when you smile its pretty could you be interested in someone so shitty i hope i wanna give you my number on the back of a napkin but then i realized that shit dont happen am i thinking too hard about something too small but youve caught me off my guard for this whole fall i can play bard but i cant work up the gall to give myself a chance ive made a fool of myself enough already when i see you walkin round with books of poetry i get the urge to ask you to coffee with me but i dont even like coffee i prefer tea thats just what people say on tv i just wanna know what poets you read cuz i like yeats and keats and sometime percy shelley but then you will know im a rambling mess and thats really only when im at my best when you fail to swoon ill have turned tail and fled ill go back to my room and die in my bed where i will presume ive long left your head and ill be consumed by shit that ive said ive made a fool of myself enough already im way past playing it cool im just trying to keep my heartbeat steady steady steeEEeEeaAAaaaAady was it that uncouth or uncalculated to say that its cute when your hair looks dated it dont mean a thing if its permed or braided you make me feel like my airs confiscated i know in my head you aint trying to tease me but if you were youd make it look easy oh my god do my eyes deceive me you look just like just like ally sheedy.

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Sloane Peterson's debut EP

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released May 5, 2017

All songs written by Sloane Peterson:
Zachary Turner -- Lyrics, Guitar, Vocals
Theodore Molina -- Bass
Carina Rosenbach -- Guitar, Vocals
Isaac Jacobs -- Drums

Recorded and engineered at Red Feather Studios by Miles McLeod and Isaac's Room in the Butts by Isaac

Mixed and mastered by Isaac Jacobs

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