1. |
Shhhhhhhhh
04:10
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Once I met a beautiful winter
And I
Was doing worse
So we danced
Wearing our stockings
And rejoiced
In our curse
I was meeting all the woodland creatures
Shaking hands
Building ties
But I swear that I knew some of your features
From when I
Was a child
I'm always looking for somewhere to lie down
There will always
Be a bite
But from you it slices straight from your jawbone
But from my love
It's from his eyes
And now there's blankets in the plastic snowbanks
And the city's
Golden rust
But there's still honesty in the frost bite
So my cries
Are staying hushed
They're staying hushed
I'm staying hushed
" " "
" " "
I am watching all the paper's numbers
And they are watching
For me
They are happy with the wave I am riding
And it's my
Frozen sea
But they were looking to bash my brains in
With a kind
Tender touch
So I smiled my primate smile
And my cries
Are staying hushed
They're staying hushed
I'm staying hushed
" " "
" " "
" " "
" " "
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2. |
Bones
05:27
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I breathe for one thing
But I bleed for it all
Brave face, strong legs
But twigs break my fall
I broke the wishbone
And put it in a cast
And I'm an imposter
of an imposter's past
But I gave my piece
And I braved the flames
I can't compete
I'm drained
They just feed at our bones, at our bones
They just feed at our bones, at our bones
And I gave all I've got, all I've grown
They just feed at our bones at our bones
And I can't keep fighting no more
Trapped in the pavement
Until I float away
But I'm still jaded, jagged
And the walls are scraped
My freedom's hollow
I pass you on the street
Trapped in the pavement
The fight's obsolete
"""
"""
Demons here and you're scared 'cause it's so dull
And your beaming heads bob in the flashbulbs
And you keep sharpening knives in your own skull
Demons here and you're scared 'cause I'm so dull
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3. |
John Lennon
04:09
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I'll just brew all the acid tears
Earth is red and the porches splinter
One way I still deviate
No portrait stood at a garden gate
But don't play with me at recess
It's not a gold mine, it's an abscess
And I'll drown my teeth in sugarcane
And I'll bathe in the acid rain
Listen to The Beatles
And I'll crawl back into the womb
John Lennon is a wife beater
His songs are ruptured wounds
Listen to the Beatles
And I'll crawl back into the womb
I'll bathe in all the sound waves
And black out all the blue
Coincidence is kind
I'm moving you with my mind
And fated acts are the fatal blow
And I
Feel blind
The train left me in an open field
The game to survive is at a standstill
Current's in a frozen tide
Undertow won't get me tonight
But I am not so far from home
I hate my skin but I love my bones
You patronize me anyway
But I never did act my age
*
(this song is about waves of seriality, which don't exist)
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4. |
Loved/Lost
03:51
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What are all the ways
you called a diamond a spade?
Youth in the fade
Cheekbones concave
You'll find love in the grave
You're loaning your spare parts
But what is spare in your heart?
Quitting never starts
Giving till it's dark
Oh
You're soul-searching
You loved and you lost
" " "
" " "
" " "
You failed your blooded needs
Bright eyes but heavy with sleep
The day's in repeat
Just changing the speed
Don't need crosses to bleed
But what did you expect?
The world's around your neck
And I can tell
No, they don't mean well
You think they're trying to protect you?
No
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google it
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6. |
Tethers
04:19
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I want a love that never falters
But I'm floating on the surface of the pond
And I've got coiled, metal tethers
But blink and I'll be sinking, then I'm gone
You're skipping stones in little handfuls
Kill the birds with no efficiency
And I'm a stone's throw from the candles
I want the fire that I started to see
So you kill
Your paper mind
Spark is lit, the bruises kind, and you
Kill
Your paper mind,
But keep your skin wilfully blind
But I wanna breathe
I wanna bleed
Why'd you let me down so badly?
So you kill
Your paper mind
Leave me behind
I want a break inside a coffin
'cause that's my means of flower delivery
And when your tiny footsteps soften
I'll know you found a more complicit sleep
" " "
I want to breathe in the expanse
Not just flickers of trees in the parking lots
I want to hold your shaky hands
Not just ghosts of the future
That you forgot
But this is home, preemptive heartbreak
I'm tethered by the metal to the tides
And maybe someday I'll escape
The bulrush basket got me nowhere
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7. |
Life Hz!!
04:23
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When I was fifteen
You said I was a retriever
Bring it all back, back, back, back back
With a laugh and a smile
And when you said
I was depressed
I know you didn't believe her.
Bring it all back, back, back, back, back
With the punishing trial
And now I'm looking
At the past
Just like it's a parable
I'm floating
In front of the line
And when you said
Since I was myself
That I was a daredevil
I just don't
Have the energy to lie
When I was sixteen
I was on top of a mountain
But a balcony is from
Where I would fall
I found a refuge
In cheap plastic jewelry
I refused the warmth
Of any spiritual shawl
And now I'm looking
At the past
Just like it's a parable
I'm floating
In front of the line
And now I talk behind your back
'cause the whole damn world is crap
And I'm doing my part with a dollar
And not a dime
...
When I was eighteen
I thought that I was inspired
But I was just free, free
Briefly free
From the sadness's sheen
And knowing things is like a circle, it seems
'cause ignorance is bliss but so is
Clarity
And there's pain in the expansive
Frequent arc in between
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8. |
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It rained
So hard
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