Scissors for Your Feet, EP-ish Release

by Skye

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1.	Scissors for Your Feet 02:25	lyrics	buy track
They’re not on the ice, so they’re wearing the wrong shoes. And ev’ry girl’s got my ex-girlfriend’s white jacket. Please pack up the jackets and take off the shoes. And never pay to lose-- --A limb (Chill out.) Lose control. (I’m fine.) Lose equilibrium. (I doubt…) Lose my mind. (… you’re mine. You’re mine.) I’m getting left behind. Slice through ice. Spin through Junes. You’re running with scissors for your feet. Same slip twice. Stings bruised wounds. My socks are safe like a substitute security sheet. The soundtrack sucks and my sneaker shoes Cling to the edge of my teetering seat. I sorta relied on some smile on my side, So I guess I must’ve misused My heart (Chill out.) In my hand (It’s the end.) In arc… (I doubt…) … tic pigpens. (… you’re my friend.) I guess it all depends. Slice through ice on my Shock-wave heart. You’re running with scissors for your feet. My advice? Stop, just start. The sweetest spray might show itself in the sleet. We’re all infants on short sharp stilts. Starting on stunts We hope to only do once. Promenade On skating bláde. Oh, wait, that doesn’t sound right. These skating fates don’t mean to bite But we all slip from the extra height. Slice through ice. Set the pace. You’re running with scissors for your feet. It’s not nice In last place But hey, I’ll see your face… Before the Mace. spritz OW!
2.	Scissors for Your Feet (Instrumental) 02:25	lyrics	buy track
This is an instrumental track.
3.	Scissors for Your Feet (Vocals) 02:25	lyrics	buy track
They’re not on the ice, so they’re wearing the wrong shoes. And ev’ry girl’s got my ex-girlfriend’s white jacket. Please pack up the jackets and take off the shoes. And never pay to lose-- --A limb (Chill out.) Lose control. (I’m fine.) Lose equilibrium. (I doubt…) Lose my mind. (… you’re mine. You’re mine.) I’m getting left behind. Slice through ice. Spin through Junes. You’re running with scissors for your feet. Same slip twice. Stings bruised wounds. My socks are safe like a substitute security sheet. The soundtrack sucks and my sneaker shoes Cling to the edge of my teetering seat. I sorta relied on some smile on my side, So I guess I must’ve misused My heart (Chill out.) In my hand (It’s the end.) In arc… (I doubt…) … tic pigpens. (… you’re my friend.) I guess it all depends. Slice through ice on my Shock-wave heart. You’re running with scissors for your feet. My advice? Stop, just start. The sweetest spray might show itself in the sleet. We’re all infants on short sharp stilts. Starting on stunts We hope to only do once. Promenade On skating bláde. Oh, wait, that doesn’t sound right. These skating fates don’t mean to bite But we all slip from the extra height. Slice through ice. Set the pace. You’re running with scissors for your feet. It’s not nice In last place But hey, I’ll see your face… Before the Mace. OW! ... You thought I wasn't paying attention. You thought I'd leave IN the spritz even though it's obviously not there. Because this is a vocal track. Really now, you should check my piano track lyrics on We Do Not Belong Together, if you thought that for even one moment I would overlook that de-tail.

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Recorded as a result of a tiny contest I held, it's made in the hopes of being "a catchy song" that "gives confidence to the listeners to overcome difficulties in their lives," as said by the contest winner, mspidernight. It's a song about skating. But not really. Talk to me about it if you want a line-by-line interp.

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZL8IELXExg

2020 UPDATE--THE REMIXER'S MASTER PACK IS NOW INCLUDED IN THIS DOWNLOAD!
Re-download to get the link to the Master Pack (GarageBand workfiles, separate video/audio stems, etc).

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released April 16, 2015

Special thanks to mspidernight for the broad and fulfilling suggestion.

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Skye Hawaii

Skye frolics through and delves into in ev'ry metaphorical acre of the expansive, fruitful meadow of the creative arts. He's an amateur author, actor, artist, comedian, composer, film-maker, musician, playwright, singer-songwriter, and just plain ol' writer. He also likes drumming out rhythms on his thighs.

He doesn't really know what he's doing, but, needless to say, he's doing a lot of it. ... more