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For Cheetah Print Bag I wanted to do an acoustic song like I did for my older material, meaning a live take with no metronome. I was debating if I wanted it to be as raw as it is because the vocals sound very uncontrolled and I am out of breath at times, but I always prefer live sounding music to super produced material. I wanted the theme of the song to revolve around parental struggles with hopeless love and the wanting of acceptance. I think a lot about dying and I wonder if I will make it to heaven, if there even is a heaven at all. I hope there is because I am selfish and scared of there being nothing, but regardless we all are going to find out someday. I head back into the studio on March 5th and 12th, so I am going to try to do the next two songs then and will hopefully release them next month. I am still replying to all the emails I have been receiving and I apologize for the late responses, I should be caught up by the end of this upcoming week. I've been focusing on my treatment for Bipolar/BPD and being a good person in my day-to-day life, and I want to leave a positive impact with the time I have here and be someone that people are proud of and like to be around. It is important to me to be a good person, and I feel like one in my heart, so I want to display those qualities and be the best possible version of myself. I hope that you enjoy the song, and I am incredibly grateful to anyone who listens. Feel free to send a message and I will try to get back to you this week.
Nick Hartkop
Cheetah Print Bag Lyrics:
The child’s arms were so thin that they looked like sticks I bet that Jesus Christ would think the crucifix was funny I wonder if he tells that story at his parties, the ones in heaven that I’ll never get to see Motherfucker Rain pour down on my face, I taste blood, and it tastes good His casket was open in the ground he went. I let you suck my soul from my mouth into your heart at one point we were two separate bodies, but now one that’ll never part I can feel the anchor that’s stuck in the ocean floor from this ship I can’t escape this feeling that I’m drowning deep down in the pit Love note that she left in her locker, If I could, I would make you mine Carousel lit with color, we’re dead but we feel fine Dark room that is lit by a candle, spirits can you hear my cry? Cheetah print bag on her shoulder, my mom died around this time last year, she was Drunk and was angry Like her mother was too I remember when she took me on the Ferris wheel and bought me those balloons And I remember the way her face looked when she would tell me she needed a drink Come on mom , Come on mom, you don't need a drink Rain pour down on my face
I taste blood and it tastes good his casket was open in the ground she went
Love note that she left in her locker, if I could, I would make you mine
Carousel lit with color, we’re dead but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by a candle, spirits can you hear my cry?
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder, my mom died around this time last year, she was drunk and was angry like her mother was too
I remember when she took me on the Ferris wheel and bought me those balloons
And I remember the way her face looked when she would tell me she needed a drink
Come on mom, come on mom, you don't need a drink
Love note that she left in her locker, if I could, I would make you mine
Carousel lit with color, we’re dead but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by a candle, spirits can you hear my cry?
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder, my mom died around this time
Hey, I wanted to call and say I had a dream about you and dad when we used to live on Debbie drive. I was playing in the back yard with Lou and thinking about that time when Nathaniel climbed those pine trees and fell out and hurt his arm. I remember Isabella playing with Polly pockets and I think about how horrible I was to her. I wish I could go back in time and drive to Blockbuster with mom and take that old road on Granger that deer ran across when it was foggy out. I wish We could go fly kites at the Achievement Center and ride our bikes around that lake I thought about drowning myself in. I wish I could mow the yard again and see Lady up in the window barking at nothing, and I wish I could hear the doorbell ring when Lane would come over and we’d complain about how bored we were, and I wish I wasn’t so lost in my life right now. I can’t seem to find peace in all this, but I want to. I don’t know if God is listening but if he is I need help