Panda Bear - Person Pitch - I’m Not
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I watched as they danced around. Some have learned the dance over the years and have developed a routine. The others tried to dance like them and tripped a little. But they still danced. I watched. At one point I asked if I could have a dance and they said, “yeah, sure, I mean maybe the next song, so actually no.” I am used to that. Even when it comes to actually dancing. I wait for my dance, and then I don’t stop. I dance until I have no sweat left, until my clothes has the same mixed temperature of hot and cold wet weight that it does when it comes out of the washer, until i want to throw up from not being drunk but rather dehydrated, I dance with my eyes closed unless I have a pair to stare into, I dance so that people have to make room, I dance in a way that encourages others to dance, I dance until I cramp up and then try my hardest to keep making it looks like it is a part of how I want to be dancing, I can dance. But maybe its the way that I dress, maybe it’s the way that my shoulders creep upward to help give me poor posture, maybe it’s my faint eyebrows, maybe it’s because my freckle on the left side of my cheek isn’t on the right, maybe it’s because my shoes don’t say today kind of new and instead say last month kind of new, maybe that is why they don’t think I can dance, all of them. Whatever it might be I am used to the number of “no’s” one has to go through to get that “yes,” or even the number of “wait… you can dance?” remarks. Either way I don’t give a shit, I mean I do, but I don’t. I will still get to dance, alone or with them, and when I get to dance you’ll know.