Little Spoon

by Eric Taxxon

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The wolf's name is London, the wombat's name is Max.

BONUS: Little Spoon is a custom album, releasing with 12 official artworks provided by 12 different artists. Preview and download all alternate arts in the Imgur album below.

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released December 25, 2018

FEATURED ARTISTS:

Eric Taxxon
J. Cella
Nokko
Alpacawsome
Cookie Quail
Cosmikit
Ausgoth
Slimmeroo
Meltymoth
Blood Machine
Shafer Brown
Alberto Henriquez

Also featuring the musical talents of:

Thom Avella (saxophone)
Icon (cello)
Silverprint (acoustic guitar)

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Eric Taxxon Santa Cruz, California

Hi, I'm Eric S. Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my tunes are free to use for personal projects, with credit.

Follow me on Twitter: twitter.com/EricTaxxon

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Track Name: I've been nostalgic for other people's childhoods all my life
Boy, you smell just like an airport in the winter
When I’m close to you, I feel that dusty snow all on the asphalt
Honestly, I don’t see myself a thinker
But when weather gets like this it’s hard to keep myself from losing it

What do I have that’s even worth remembering
Nothing left to learn from but special ED and mediocre vlogs
I look around and see kids looking back on all their lives and I
Feel a sadness come on

If I hold on tight, one day I’ll get it right
I’ve been nostalgic for other people’s childhoods all my life

Take out in a bag I got
Candidates all outta hand but still
I’m here wondering if it’s really what I’m about

Minutes, counting down I got
Netflix all rented out but still
I’m here wondering if it’s really what I’m about

If I hold on tight, one day I’ll get it right
I’ve been nostalgic for other people’s childhoods all my life
Track Name: Kissing Ancaps
Have you ever met a curiosity, that you couldn’t look away
Like a wayward messenger from the other side of a canyon great
It’s not polite to stare, but you make it so easy
Your clique has a BDSM relationship with the economy

Let’s violate each other’s NAP
Like the filthy animals we pretend not to be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, love is evergreen
This coming morning will be pristeen
Let’s violate each other’s NAP
Like the filthy animals we pretend not to be
I wish it would snow until February
Just to give you a good excuse to hold me

[sample ‘Let it Grow’ by Renaissance, beat drop]

Like an unladen swallow starts a fist fight
Your right to property is antithetical to Christ
The time is right, so if you got something to prove
Sew a fucking yellow and black triangle flag on your fursuit

I’d like to make a living kissing ancaps, see?
I’m an animated MS Paint picture of Batman
The hammer of logic addendum admonished anonymous
A topic, a market, and some fluffy handcuffs
Track Name: Dead Inside
What if I took a break, at the CVS Pharmacy
Put on my sunday clothes like I’m Barnaby
Big ups, I’m out, I’m an unholy trinity
Of dippity dabs and caffeinated sandwich meat

I’ll concede that I might’a caused a bit of this
But, as the minute is, I don’t know what I want or what i’m messing up
Turn around, turn around, turn around
Turn around, let’s make art and get fucked

Dead inside, how’ve you been?
The water’s getting warmer so you might as well swim
All my life, it hasn’t gotten under my skin
But just this time, I’d say it’s looking pretty dim

If I was a king, bet you motherfuckers would sing
If I really got it up you bet I wouldn’t be stingy
Get right, I’m the paint and you’re a silver statue
And if you fight I’ll tweet the Matt Bohrs comic at you

What’s it called when you’re horny but you’re scared of life?
Like, “Space is too big, but your cock is just right” right?
You look cute, but we’re running out of time friend
Make amends, let’s fuck before the world ends

Dead inside, how’ve you been?
The water’s getting warmer so you might as well swim
All my life, it hasn’t gotten under my skin
But just this time, I’d say it’s looking pretty grim (let's kick it up)
Dead inside, how’ve you been? (doin' great bitch)
It’s a world of loud wishes, but even louder fears (what does that mean?)
All my life, it hasn’t gotten under my skin (what's up!)
But just this time, I’d say it’s looking pretty grim.
Track Name: Pack my Box
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs
I’ll be waiting to find what you’re speaking of
Have you ever been inside that ol’ fishery?
Honey I may just have to read up on my history

Throw my sixteen beers in the trucker back
I’ll be waiting to find where the meaning’s at
Internet kids got me down but I ain’t having that
I think I dream too much for this forecast

I dreamt I made a toast to the sky
And for once I felt like it would be all right
In time, great powers outside of my sight
Will bring this society down

I dreamt all the old men in power died
And for once I felt like it would be all right
In time, our hands will clink in the night
God damn, if I ain’t one for that, just hang up

Take off your clothes and run through the chaparral
Funky mosquitos want a taste of this caramel
Dandelions and a barrel full of taco bell
If you went and took a seat I swear I’d never tell

I lived my life like a smoking kid without a choice
Upturned convertibles, the wholesome people making noise
I’m a wreck, but that doesn’t mean I’m outta this
Turn around, take a second to shout at it

I dreamt I made a toast to the sky
And for once I felt like it would be all right
In time, great powers outside of my sight
Will bring this society down

I dreamt all the old men in power died
And for once I felt like it would be all right
In time, our hands will clink in the night
God damn, if I ain’t one for that, just hang up
Track Name: Honest
Friend, this fall has been so lonely
I’m tired, but you still give me hope
Dreams all turn left
But you look perfect, please know
No one’s made me feel like this before

Friend, I don’t know where I am
What am I doing, and what are we?
Please be honest,
Make me a promise, and know
I have never felt this way before

Nothing about me works quite right
Nothing to say, I just want to hold you and cry
Don’t remind me
Don’t say sorry, I’m fine
You didn’t do anything this time

You take up all my mind
Your arms seem such a perfect place to hide
Please be honest
Make me a promise, because
No one’s ever been like this before

Friend, I don’t know what to do
When nothing felt real, I still had you
Won’t you show me
Speak and guide me, I know
I can’t do this on my own

Friend, I can’t be all you’ve earned
You’ve given me so much I can’t return
Please be honest,
Make me a promise, and know
That you’re more than I deserve
Track Name: Monster
All I want is to feel your cheek as it touches mine.
Place my chest on yours, savor our precious time.
You’re a monster in the closet, but ever since we’ve met
I’ve never been afraid of anything I can pet.

So

Grow your beard out, ignore what the others say.
Grow your beard out, put a little fur on your face.
I can’t stop thinking ‘bout how nice it will feel when my lips touch yours,
So grow your beard out, there’s nothing wrong with a man that you can pet.

You said that you’re still waiting, still fearful of what’s next.
Your connections are all severed, and you communicate by text.
You’re a monster in the closet, but ever since we’ve met
I’ve never been afraid of anything I can pet.

So

Grow your beard out, ignore what the others say.
Grow your beard out, put a little fur on your face.
I can’t stop thinking 'bout how nice it will feel when my lips touch yours,
So grow your beard out, there’s nothing wrong with a man that you can pet.

Free falling
Free falling in love
Free falling in love, baby

Free falling
Free falling in love
Free falling in love, baby
Track Name: Don't forget, I can write soft silly music too
Now isn’t that just such a rousing little ditty?
I’d say that all the work I’ve given really paid off for all of these
For a song can always come in many shades and many colors maybe
I’ve made a good case for mine.

All of my friends will say they know just what the problem is
The problem is that no one knows just what’s to come this winter
None of my friends know what to do or what to say
So let’s have a party, and put a chink in his armor

All of this comes from a distinct and violent want
I just feel disillusioned with the way that things have gone
All kids my age, they feel this way, but maybe I can make it work
Make some use, while the injustice is still hot

All of my friends, they have grand visions of the future
The problem is that there’s still canyon’s worth of work this winter
None of my friends know what to do or what it’ll take
So let’s have a party, and put a chink in his armor

Breathe, this will all be over soon.
The album’s almost done, almost through
Maybe I sound just a little frightened or depressed
But don’t forget, don’t forget, I can write soft silly music too

Breathe, I’ll step out of the room
Soon you won’t hear me singing all out of tune
Maybe I ran in circles for just a little too long
But don’t forget, don’t forget, I can write soft silly music too

Breathe, the night will grow less blue
I’ll flee away, on a packet of golden balloons
Maybe, all I’ve done is indulge in a feeling that I can’t explain
But don’t forget, don’t forget, I can write soft silly music too

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