"Exit" genre: Alternative General
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	A crazy X, temp work and the woes of capitalism... or something equally as angsty.
	CD: Landscape   Label: Danny Katz Music Credits: danny katz - vocals, acoustic guitars; ward white - bass; joe beninati, jr. - percussion
	Story Behind the Song I wanted to write a song to get over an X and managed to be inspired to write by a bunch of fellow temp workers who are all unapologetic actresses in NYC. One of my favorites to play live. Lyrics Standing close enough on the subway I can feel you I can smell your body heat Why do I need the polemics of convention When I eroticize each and every dimension And you disregard cardboard boxes As if no one ever claimed them as home And the leather bags are stacked until the floor sags And I only know, capitalism, it never atones So a bunch of theatrics marked temporal space Yet didn't we gasp at its flaming gracelessness I tasted your features and your creases to confirm That you called out my gendered and choked courier And you terrified me Distracted I was falling weak at the reams And your lies had turned linear Having meshed freedom with screams But where was I at the time Where was I at the time Where was I at the time CHORUS And when you hardware was placed back Intensified ducking down I ran for the sake of running to taste tact But fearing too much tact I left early morning And your lies had turned horizontal having Meshed freedom with screams But where was I at the time CHORUS

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