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Hot Tits Scum Masturbation (feat. Derek Piotr)

from Up from the Vaults: a Retrospective by Reuben Walton

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Derek sings to me over the phone an improvisation on the theme of a medley of different songs by Antony & the Johnsons and Björk, back in September 2007, and I just decided to give it a random, highly controversial title that had nothing to do with the actual content of the piece. I think it originally might've been called "HTSM" or something like that because I typed really fast when I meant to just have it say "HTS", short for "Hope There's Someone", which was one of the Antony & the Johnsons songs that Derek incorporated in the medley, and then I later just expanded it to stand for something really lascivious and nonsensical.
We experimented with quite a few different vocoding/auto-tuning/effects options, and I asked him if I could put it on my then collection, Blunt Juice, and he said yes. The themes and audio quality of that album were quite spotty and sporadic, so I decided this year to collectively release all these old, sometimes embarrassing tracks as a series of retrospective albums. Some of them have never been released before or as part of an actual album. This song was originally uploaded to my SoundClick music page at www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=541671&content=music on Sunday 12/9/2007.

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Derek Piotr: Hope there's someone, I know, you know whenever, we're heavy, I'm infirm, I do not know what to do, there's a man on my right/going open now/my taxi's waiting out, bada ba ba ba/never again, skeleton of trust/his prophecy, bent pen, collaborates me, set me free/I feel at home whenever/the unknown surrounds me/I see a top, a skeleton of trust right beneath the both of us and you and me/hope that someone will take my heart be nice to hold I wouldn't tundra in me/now that you leave I am infirm; I am vinden, I am infirm; I am sick/I am sick, I am swirling and swirling and swirling and ghost is around me/swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling/swirl, hit the floor, beverage/I'm guiding my bone up/and I love him still, I love him still, I love him still, I love him still/even on the doorknob electric gold socket, I don't have to speak, ever./and go ahead, beach/I never meant to let you down, I only meant to let you down/go, where do I go/where do I go/I meant to explode, I have better lipstick/my lipstick is mine/make it deep, when I die, where will I go?/I hope someone will make my hearbeat nice to hold/where will I die, die, die, oh/oh whoa, there's a man on my right, oh/Where will I go?/and through the down-cast lashes, I feel the impending doom of disaster/I never meant to let you down, I only meant that you go, softly/and spiral and spiraling, hope that someone will take care of me/When I die, where will I go? Where will I go? Where will I, where will I go?/Where will I go? I am not know what to do with them, or where to put it/I'm so close to tears/I'm so close to simply calling you up, and simply just telling you: I am not made for this pressure, so, please release this, this pressure off me, please release this pressure off me, please release this pressure off me, please release this pre--/um, um, yeah yeah ooh, embrace, you own me, a art, I never let you down, a skeleton of trust/there is relentless restlessness collaborates me, set me free/I feel at home whenever the unknown surrounds me/I see the tough skeleton of trust, right beneath the both of us and you and me/I am blinded by the red noodle for home day/now that you leave, I am infirm, I am infirm, I am infirm; I am sick./I am sick, I am swirling and swirling and swirling, the voltage surround me/I am swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling/swirling voltage/I have guided my bones out and love them still and love them still and love them, too, I love them/my hands are the doorknob electric gold socket/the doorknob, it speaks, ever incomprehensible speech

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from Up from the Vaults: a Retrospective, released February 19, 2011
Vocals by Derek Crofut
Vocal production by Reuben Walton
Lyrics by Derek Crofut, Antony Hegarty and Björk Gudmundsdóttir
Programming by Reuben Walton
Produced by Reuben Walton
Mixed by Reuben Walton
Edited by Reuben Walton

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Reuben Walton Falmouth, Massachusetts

Reuben Walton is a singer/songwriter and music producer based in Falmouth, MA. He is a graduate of Musicians Institute in Hollywood's Independent Artist program and their Electronic Music Production program, as well as UMass Lowell’s Music Business undergraduate program.
In 2019 he put out a self-titled EP working with producer AVLI Music and is now regularly releasing new music.
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