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champagne and coffee stains

by Little Big Toe

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bom dia 00:40
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it doesn't mean that much 02:38
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It doesn’t mean that much if you don’t back it up Tolerance goes just as far as the word is the bond And if it’s broke You will tear your brother to shreds You will waste all of the broken bread It doesn’t make you tough when it’s five on one Moderates don’t go too far in these social cults It doesn’t save your soul to be bathed in blood Viridescent lit assault met with vermillion halts If you throw the rock It will tear your sister to shreds You will waste all of the trust that’s left
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it's not a good look 02:50
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The meaning that you give to every thought and action The blister that you’ve earned deserves the higher fraction The embryo you wrote into the new proposal The excrement and hazmat has been disposed of The weighted suit is torn off after hard days of work Champagne glasses synchronize as we all take a sip As you’re biting your lip, and it’s not a good look The cleaning of a light will make all things see through The scented hook you bite will kink the line and bleed you The gravity defied will tear the mucous membrane Good afternoon, good morning and good night Truman The weighted suit is torn off after hard days of work Champagne glasses synchronize as we all take a sip As you’re biting your lip, and it’s not a good look
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cage match 05:16
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It’s nature versus nurture in a cage match And the ticket of purchase cannot reimburse So I’m placing my bets on the dark horse Got a loan from a shark, and now he’s taking his cut It’s sister vs brother in a sandbox Sibling rivalry culture, fight to get what they want Bargain basement economy is unjust The percentage is lopsided from the center Always taking your name in vain While wiper blades in the rain rhythmically make refrains when the stop light’s red That slice of the apple pie, well shouldn’t it make you cry Or shouldn’t it make you fight until the nail and the tooth are filed Now I’m taking my cue from the caveman The parietal drawing couldn’t paint the picture The motorcade on the sidewalk was a decoy The department of justice in a helicopter The imperfection in the sculpture was factored in the appraisal, invaluable The hieroglyphic language wasn’t certain The papyrus was thicker than a piece of paper Always keeping you on the brain because distant hearts will ache Empirically driven date is omniscient The curvature in your spine is leaning off to the right Is it matter or is it mind? Just like a ridge in a steak knife The furniture in the aisle in your present domicile One man’s treasure up in a pile next to a junkyard canine It’s nurture vs nature in a rematch Now I’m doubling down on the favorite scratch The anticipation of the climax With bleeding gums ended up blue and black Normal complications of procedure Under strict direction of the supervisor The spherical influential Kool-aid Drinking it straight from a man who’s self-made Always keeping you in my heart When motor skills wouldn’t start Robotically driven energy is omnipotent Couldn’t make things right, but at least you could say you tried You’re always burning up your desire in a widespread pipeline fire
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we aren't. what are minds? 05:33
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Faking statue stances Akimbo hands near pockets And who plays the part of the Foolish servant walking into kitchens steeping tea time’s a way to pass the seconds Sand falls from hourglasses as it rebels And waits for no one After all we aren’t what our minds are They’re only drunken voices and we’re the rickshaw Rusted wheels are based on lack of upkeep Toss them in a salvage yard with no plans of return Ambulance’s sirens Sound like babies crying And who plays the part of progenitors Descending, shoot and split the seedling Pack your belongings as you head home After all we aren’t what our minds are They’re only drunken voices and we’re the rickshaw Rusted wheels are based on lack of upkeep Toss them in a salvage yard with no plans of return There’s always a paramount for everything And someone always speaks too soon There’s always a yang for every yin And always a sun for every moon After all we aren’t what our minds are They’re only drunken voices and we’re the rickshaw Rusted wheels are based on lack of upkeep Toss them in a salvage yard with no plans of return
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arms race 03:36
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The arms of a broken toy Hang like the neck of a dragon Fly with a wingspan opened wide The charm of a token boy Scouting potential prospects Brick by brick by bricks into gold mines What’s wrong you seem bored? Lip syncing the words 18,000 doors All becoming a blur The mind is a delicate space If you’re in a desperate place Rabbit holes 10 miles long Til the Pipeline bursts The threat of an angry swarm Cannot deter the persistent A little of a lot A fraction of percentage Goes From average to greatness What’s wrong you seem bored? Lip syncing the words 18,000 doors All becoming a blur The mind is a delicate space If you’re in a desperate place Rabbit holes 10 miles long Til the Pipeline bursts
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the long game 06:01
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Paydirt, just a fleeting a glimpse Engagement rings for ideologies Rewind the tape with pretzel twists Counterclockwise, saltless and dismissed Angels with sneaky grins, convincing with a prime coat on the beam Raincoats on closet hooks I think I’ll take my chances with the mist By now, you’ve caved Dug deep Rhinestones, jet planes and early graves A sliding scale, your target shifted and the light’s went dim The handicap you’re playing with is hampering your game Your happiness depends on sequences and moves you make Inverted tails, your confidence has slipped into the shade By now, you’ll break routines with ice cream, champagne and birthday cakes Orchids, caramels and peanut butter jelly sandwiches Swing sets and carousels, candy apple stomach somersaults Skin cells dried on corner lash, crawling through a drawn out minute hand Awakening fickle friends, out of body crossing lines of sand By now, you’ve caved Dug deep Rhinestones, jet planes and early graves A sliding scale, your target shifted and the light’s went dim The handicap you’re playing with is hampering your game Your happiness depends on sequences and moves you make Inverted tails, your confidence has slipped into the shade By now, you’re saved Dug deep Had to wait out the long game
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is rusty still in the navy? 04:16
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I had a dream where I was naked And you were wearing pantyhose With a pencil and eraser, you modified Pinocchio’s wooden nose I had a dream where I was jealous But it was just in vanity For every fear that I’ve embellished Is a wasted opportunity The disappearing contour Of the shadow you couldn’t see It doesn’t hold a candle To the previous fire lit in your belly Is Rusty Still in the navy? I didn’t want him to get deployed And I think they just had a baby I didn’t find out the gender, was it a girl or a boy? In that dream where we played dress up In camouflage fatigues I just hope I didn’t mess up your exclusive invite-only tea party I had a dream up in a manger But it was just a false alarm I didn’t know you were an angel With the olive branch extended from my right arm Now I dream of motivation Spur of moment in my heel Perfect practice or perfection When motivation is less than ideal I had a dream I was a nightmare to all the people that I love Well I guess I better wake up and get my act together once and for all
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s & m 04:11
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The Budhha says you must suffer And to be reborn is to die The meaning you must decipher The oath is sworn in a fight or flight The sadist in me is torn The masochist in you is bored And she’ll grow apart and get a fresh start To repeat the same trend with the same end The initial dopamine spike Hormones hijack the mind Seemed like so much fun at the time With pheromones multiplied The sadist in you is worn The masochist in me is bored And he’ll grow apart and get a fresh start To repeat the same trend with the same end It just takes 2 to tango But A polygon (must) have at least 3 Unruly crowd causes a hazard With just 1 above occupancy That’s why we play by rules And indoctrinate schools for reasons that are unknown Trying to break molds Carved out in the home The sadist in you is born The masochist in me is lured and I hope they grow apart because it isn’t smart To repeat it, (always) the same trend destined to end
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i hope it pays off 04:13
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A box of hidden treasures on the steep hill With dandelions there to break the fall Wash the pellets down with Lukewarm nectar Lunch break ends as the alarm bells sound I hope the work pay’s off Sour grapes stomped into a green whine (poured in a) Cigarette ash tray on the porch Homemade sake would’ve tasted better (but it was) Out of stock on San Francisco shelves I hope an audible’s called Taste buds learn to gauge the sweetness Sugar spikes the insulin As It was written on the sign post (Do not enter without cause) You walk, I’ll crawl Watch out the gloves came off The cloaks and daggers drawn On paper, dust the saw Unwritten laws, substantiate The cause Imaginary monsters in the hall The marker on the wall shows 5 feet tall Brother, sister, cousin, dad and Mom Blood’s only thick if water’s deemed as pure When I walk, you run It changed the setting, son
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know better 04:18
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I know better than you You know better than me Dreams know better than us Filtered through an overstuffed gut Fully belly slowed down the flow Sweet tooth couldn’t taste the rainbow Blood cell block neurally taxed The brain and the mouth couldn’t find the context Pinch the arm, intrinsic charm aces on third base Stealing home with bright clean clothes No need for a chase On and off, fill the trough Sweepstakes give away With open palms, cries to mom Earn your keep, or play But he couldn’t find the combo to the safe I know better, then why? Bc you know better than my Mind simmers factual stew why can’t I reason with you? Grape jelly soaked up the crust Love sometimes starts off with lust Mind melded Brittanica the leaves in the bowl, locution combusts Off and on, songs for swans Written to the score Blazing sun came and gone brazen and demure Skew the curve, Papers served, dockets for the case Gave life advice on cheating death right in Satan’s face But he couldn’t find a treasure with a map And he couldn’t find a friendship still intact He couldn’t fight the feeling for this fact
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no mouths are fed 03:22
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Demetrius’ phone is ringing The tractor’s full of diesel fuel It’s harvest season The sea salt on the corn is dripping Land of lakes and beating sun and family fun BYOB ceremony Your piece of paper’s in the mail for your phantom hegemony Don’t say I didn’t warn you Cannot combat stubborn heads Left your towel in the sauna Where your glasses fogged up Two steps ahead uneven feet A two step retreat No mouths are fed A petri dish aroma stinging Sweating onions through the pore Reserved seating The measles and the mumps are feeding green horn kindergarten prey Recess dwelling Don’t say That it was an ambush Like Stonewall Jackson at Bull Run With friends like that who needs opponents They will always eat their own 30 foot gain chains move ahead With Repeat refrain No mouths are fed
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copy of a copy 04:16
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A copy of a copy of a copy of a ghost One into another parrot talk When I was a puppeteer my hands would become numb Carpal tunnel vision glass is smudged A copy of a copy of a clone When I heard the echo the corner of the wall Reverberating buzzing idioms The test I didn’t study for is finally coming up Never be valedictorian Copied off the pantomath up front Jam the paper feeder Notarize the form Messages that weren’t Rogered A copy of a copy of a copy of a bum Something of a class comedian Then he was an adolescent young bohemian Unprecedented and usual A copy of a copy of a son Sourdough like pretzels , entertain the thought I don’t care which way you slice it A copy of a copy of a copy of a Rogue Betting on the outcome of the war Imaginary figures glued with sticks from Popsicles Meticulous - and Identical Coffee on the copy of the form Monkeys in a barrel Washing hands with mud Who will check how pure the wine is?
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old lessons are just as good as new ones 06:41
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There’s a time you should devour and a time to entertain The ancient mystics say that the best that you can hope for is to put off your dying day So I’ve made Shanthi The more that you’re confronted, the more you gain control The ancient mystic said to pick the roller coaster seat up front and grab a hold Assume the role When was the last time you ignored the strong feeling in your gut? The ancient mystic asked, “every challenge you endured, Did it help or hurt your cause? Lesson learned don’t give up And I need to play Work my life away In the hopes that some day I’ll complete this phrase When was the last time you cried? Be honest with yourself The callous on your mouth is a surefire detriment, and imprudent to your health What’s a friend that doesn’t need? When was the last time you died? It’s been 2 years maybe 3 Is it valid if you’re south of the Mason Dixon line by just a couple feet You can always call me When was the last time that you took Ownership of your mistake the pot that called the kettle black blew the whistle in your face What a slap in the knee When was the last time that you misplaced your distorted memory The fact that you cannot recall is conveniently extreme What a slap in the face And I need to sing My heart is so big On Independence Day justice was aimed Was it okay? And I need to play Work my life away In the hopes that some day I’ll complete this phase And I need your crown lift me up when I’m down and I hope that you have found pleasantries all around

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This album was mostly recorded in Jimmy James Cutrera’s RV In Carrollton, TX. Some miscellaneous tracks were recorded at antFarm Studios.

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released January 1, 2019

All songs written, mixed, performed and produced by Jimmy James C except where otherwise noted *

Mastered by Anthony Defabritus @ antFarm studios

*drums performed by Alex Letizia on ‘it doesn’t mean that much’
*keys recorded and performed by Anthony Defabritus on ‘I hope it pays off’

Album artwork by Christopher Fahey

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Little Big Toe Dallas, Texas

Led by Jimmy James Cutrera who has been playing some music in some form for a while. LBT likes to incorporate all their influences (which include Radiohead, Andrew Bird, Frank Zappa, King Crimson, the Flaming Lips, Soundgarden, Tool, Silverchair, Jim Croce, Cat Stevens, Nick Drake, and Mahavishnu Orchestra) in their sound while trying not to be too much of a jerk about it. Thanks for listening. ... more

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