Oh, I like to call them toadberries when they jump in my bucket,
or sometimes salmonellaberries, but let’s not talk about that,
or can’ttellemapartidgeberries when I get them mixed up,
or sometimes starberries, when I find more as my eyes adjust,
or submarineberries, diving deep in the brush,
or blushberries when their skin catches fire at my touch.
They’re hangoverberries when I add handfuls to my homebrew,
or christmaslightberries, cause once one goes bad, they all do.
They’re mosquitoberries when I get eaten more than them,
or macbethberries when I can’t wash their stain off my hands,
and pallberries with their leaves like little white gloves,
or traveling wilberries that taste like all the best berries at once.
I call them alienberries when hideous insects burst out,
or swanberries, since they’re like gooseberries but different,
or tambourineberries when they jangle around,
or minimumwageberries when I only get eight bucks a gallon.
Some people call them waxberries, swear they don’t have a taste,
but I mostly call them Baulineberries, cause they’re just in that one place.
released February 28, 2017
Lyrics + Shaker by Matthew Hollett
Vocals + Guitar + Banjo by April White
Recording by Jeff Foran
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