1. |
Null Plainsky Skybox
03:16
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Softglow
Sun so bright, pressed on your shoulder
Overflow
Much too deep to swim, it's over
Unknown
who goes there, ghost of october?
What'd I do all that for?
Much too young, too much exposure
Softglow
Acrylic paint spilled on the folder
Overflow
I realize as I grow older
Unknown
There’s things I've done so wrong, so polar
Where to go
Where do I go to start all over?
Flung to the sky, I'm missing a body, I'm a sliced off head, flying
The only real thing I've grown to know, accompanied by silence
Flung from the crossroads into skybox, reset me, I'm eyeless
There’s no return, faint to the dirt, seance, crystal, diamond
I’m walking barefoot on the coals, I'm leaping for a red balloon
I’m born again, I don't repent, I start to feel so brand new
I feel the blood rush to my hands, and all my bones connecting, too
There’s something special, elemental, my head rolls back, falls onto you
Softglow
Sun so bright, pressed on your shoulder
Overflow
Much too deep to swim, it's over
Unknown
who goes there, ghost of october?
What'd I do all that for?
Much too young, too much exposure
Softglow
Acrylic paint spilled on the folder
Overflow
I realize as I grow older
Unknown
There’s things I've done so wrong, so polar
Where to go
Where do I go to start all over?
Born, born, born, again
Burn, burn, burn, again
Born, born, born, again
Burn, burn, burn, again
Again
Again
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2. |
Ultrasound
03:22
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Words seeped into my skull
For forty weeks, and then it's gone
Until I'm reminded, remember what I did
It’s forty weeks more, for me to know
I live in creation, but feel so far
When I die, cut my skin into little stars
And scatter em round and put them in a locket
I can travel the world inside your pocket
Forever
Quiet desperation, let me choose
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
Quiet desperation let me choose
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
This weather feels like home
But I’m hesitant to even leave my own
Cause it’s warm in bed, but I should instead
Be out doing things before I can’t and won’t
I will always miss hanging out at Marks,
I tripped on my bed frame in the dark
Oh, in the dark
If it’s not too late, I might just stay
And sit around for an hour or two
Take in the vague, unclear and hazy,
Murky, smell of morning dew
If it’s not foggy, we can drive around
Until the morning, like after 2:00
And act real stupid, we'll make some music
Until I turn my back to you
Is it too late?
(is it okay?)
Not feeling great? I understand
Head on not straight?
(well either way)
You know i’ll wait until you can
If its too loud, but quiet for me, I’ll still turn the volume down
Do you feel the same, empty feeling in you?
like a dead baby ultrasound
Nah that's fucked up
My bad
Quiet desperation, let me choose
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If it’s not too late, I might just stay
And sit around for an hour or two
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Take in the vague, unclear and hazy,
Murky, smell of morning dew
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If it’s not foggy, we can drive around
Until the morning, like after 2:00
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
And act real stupid, we'll make some music
Until I turn my back to you
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Is it too late?
(is it okay?)
Not feeling great? I understand
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Head on not straight?
(Well either way)
You know I’ll wait until you can
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If its too loud, but quiet for me, I’ll still turn the volume down
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Do you feel the same, empty feeling in you? like a dead baby ultrasound
(U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
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3. |
Moon
01:55
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“You’re going to hell! You’re going to hell and you’re gonna die”
Tiptoe to the kitchen, way past dark so no one listens
As quiet as a mouse, as I creep all through the house
Open up the pantry and right away this smell, it hits me
Detect it and take quickly, I dont care if I steal this cookie
Outside the trees are dancing, swaying, moonlight hits the back street
And the snow falls on the countryside, just the way that I described
I know that soon it’ll all be gone in the afternoon
There’s an ultrasound shaped like a crescent moon
I like to think the moon is made of cheese
And Santa really comes all down the chimney
And snow always builds up on the moon
And you look at me the same I do to you
Black crow, contrast in the snow
And icicles still hanging from my window
And grass holds a dirty shade of green
And my clothes tear, still, right down the seams
Lots of people I worry about, and lots of things I wish I didn’t hear
Everyday’s another day, and every years a brand new year
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4. |
Splitbirth
04:10
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My beds warm again, It’s like home to me, I’m taking this in
Like a fetus growing slow
Feel my arms attach to my body
And my eyes begging loud to explode
My ribs form, so strong, and tightly
But I develop far from the norm
One part of me is tugging on, so harshly
I’m begging keep me in this womb, in this body
In fact, I'm not demanding, no, I’m asking politely
Splitbirth
I’m alive, small size, but I’m fine
Burn my retinas from one side to the other side
I think it’s normal not to feel alright
Splitbirth
Cold wind in the summer time
From the doctors office to my own room, that is mine
My crib is warm, yet there's tears in my eyes
I feel safe in your home
The same way as my clothes fit on my body, and
Cover up my ribs and holes, It’s cold
Umbilical cord, holds two souls
And one is split to be another controlled
Talking often keeps me sane, so,
Why break the connection, and split it down either way?
“What’s alluding to this plethora of ways?” yea, okay
That’s how it is and how it has to stay
Split, Split, Splitbirth
I’m alive, small size, but I'm fine
Burn my retinas from one side to the other side
I think it’s normal not to feel alright
Splitbirth
Cold wind in the summer time
From the doctors office to my own room, that is mine
My crib is warm, yet there's tears in my eyes
Bitch
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5. |
Blue Baby Scissors
02:49
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Scent carried by the breeze slowly flies past me,
Smells like a happy day, always reminding
But then it’s gone instantly, like shore foam from the sea
I replicate the feeling by smelling sap from the trees
Memory instilled in the certain scent
And there are lots of days wrapped in cheap plastic
Holding scissors by the blade, walking around safe
But you fell down either way
All way down the driveway
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, Split, Split down the middle)
And there's no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
Natures first green is gold, the hardest hue to hold
(Thou shalt love thy neighbor, like thou shalt have in grace)
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, split, split down the middle)
And there's no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And there’s no use to fold paper with no crease or holes
(God never hears my prayers, guess I should scream louder)
Brown soil of the summer I’m wearing cargo shorts
I used to step on the ants but now I know they’re worth more
Tracking mud in the house, I know you've done it before
Freezing cold juice box combats the warmth
Purple bonnie, bored, folding oragami yoda
Florida, hate the boredom in the summer, spring, it’s got me
Make crochet airplanes, burning paper, watch it wither, through the winter
Cut with Blue Baby Scissors
Scissors
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, Split, Split down the middle)
And there's no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
Natures first green is gold, the hardest hue to hold
(Thou shalt love thy neighbor, like thou shalt have in grace)
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, split, split down the middle)
And there's no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And there’s no use to fold paper with no crease or holes
(God never hears my prayers, guess I should scream louder)
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6. |
Wooden
04:30
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I have to let go of who I was
To become what I might be
But right now I'm not listening
Guess that’s the choice that I'm choosing
I make jokes with the trees
And all the trees laugh with me
Soon hopefully, we’ll have the whole entire forest laughing
I am the Halloween night
And I'm afraid of all the bug bites
And I'm balloons, floating, burning, hitting power lines
I know the path to go home
And I'm sure that you don’t
Do you trust me enough, to get us there before the storm?
I'm the bug crawling along on the tire swing
I got a wish, and that wish means nothing
It's almost summer so, now ya gotta trust me
If you wanna make these last months something
My rooms a little brighter, zippo, lightin up, a lighter,
Like the itsy bitsy spider, falling down the water spout
And jumping on the couch, and watching movies all about
The dumb shit that we could do we can open our mouths
Oh light the sage, (light) light the candles
Flip the page and respect the ritual
Like plastic pumpkins, and plastic eyeballs
The gift of sight, comes with the curse of fractal
I wanna be a real boy, all of a sudden
I’m Pinocchio with a heart, full of loving
My nose is growing longer every time I'm caught lying,
Oh I wish I wasn’t wooden
I have to let go of who I was
To become what I might be
But right now I'm not listening
Guess that’s the choice that I'm choosing
I make jokes with the trees
And all the trees laugh with me
Soon hopefully, we’ll have the whole entire forest laughing
I am the Halloween night
And I'm afraid of all the bug bites
And I'm balloons, floating, burning, hitting power lines
I know the path to go home
And I'm sure that you don’t
Do you trust me enough, to get us there before the storm?
I woke up Tuesday, thought it was Thursday
Damn I got a cold, stuffy nose, watching movies
Eating ice cream, Gatorade, watching TV
Shit got me spellbound, I'm making up scenes
Heart shaped box, small holes in my socks
Take me back to a place, where I wish I was
Gripping onto to my religion, but I feel it fall
If you were Jesus, would you carry that cross?
You can go through hell and still be real nice
But you’ve been given everything, and you still choose that life
Staring at my faults and my eyes meet mine
Bloody mary got nothing on the end of time
I'm a plastic Christmas decoration, cookies in the kitchen
And the chalk on the pavement,
And the paint on the grass, on the track meet pavement
I’m so impatient,
Yea, I tried to be something else, but, I couldn’t
I have to let go of who I was
To become what I might be
But right now I'm not listening
Guess that’s the choice that I'm choosing
I make jokes with the trees
And all the trees laugh with me
Soon hopefully, we’ll have the whole entire forest laughing
I am the Halloween night
And I'm afraid of all the bug bites
And I'm balloons, floating, burning, hitting power lines
I know the path to go home
And I'm sure that you don’t
Do you trust me enough, to get us there before the storm?
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7. |
Angel Hair
02:19
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Shaving cream in my mouth, the stench of loss of life
Strong scent of ash and beer keep me awake, me alive
As my eyes begin to weigh, resist the urge to rest
I let the rat in a burning bowl stuck to my chest eat through my flesh
As I rise up, God sees me, and he sighs my name
The Sirens calling me down, but I don’t know which way
It’s all illusion, such delusion, in a state of decay
Molded eyelids strapped on, duct taped to my face
I said fuck this, lemme dance in a limbo okay?
Give me a minute to decide while I choose my fate
I cant believe this, so annoying, why’d you choose this day?
If you can send me back to earth I think it's better that way
Nine Circles, lemme choose the first
Cold sepulchre, angels pissing on the hospital
Playtime Seacoast Motel, in a Bootleg hearse
If I could choose to live a day, let it be the worst
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8. |
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Are ya homesick for it?
Or are you tired of the body you grew up with?
Wanna ticket outta this?
Perhaps just a bus ride, a little way to waste your time?
(There's nothing wrong with running away for a night)
Do you trust almost anybody always?
And do you normally give what you're given back?
Driver's way too responsible for holding all the lives that are riding, in the palms of his hands
Are you living for an answer?
Or are you missing, something that you start beginning to sense?
Letting go is letting in, memorializing what has been,
But it's important to know that you can
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
No, no, no
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
Oh, oh, oh
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
No, no, no
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
You can leave it in the alley
Oh, oh, oh
Driving for nothing
(Driving for nothing)
He passed all the destinations
Guess you can't put together someone who's crumbling,
without glue or patience
Hi my name is Lorelei and I don't wanna die
I've walked the train tracks one too many a times,
And I'm paper mache, so keep me dry
When hands stroke through my hair, it cuts the skin, and you cry
Every little thing that made me wanna lock the door, and
Close all my windows and open the drawer, and
[?]
They all stop,
When I'm distracted by you, or the hands on the clock
Nah, I wont do that, I wont melt into my hands
Hurt, grab the wheel when it starts to swerve
And every little thing I worry about, and the dirt
I know that I can throw away and leave on the curb
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
No, no, no
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
Oh, oh, oh
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
No, no, no
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
I can leave it in the alley
Oh, oh, oh
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9. |
Fingerteeth
04:41
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Whispering to dragonflies
And mixing apples with peanut butter
Twice as many stars up in the sky
And more people talking to each other
Outside, soon you’ll come to find,
The moon matches all the whites in our eyes
All the same, I know this week will fade, rainy days,
Only really got the cycle to blame
Finish work, always in the dirt but it wash off
Hammer to the game, make it break like asphalt
Pink thorns from the green stem, sharp? I cant tell
Dull to the metal, threw my keys in the wishing well
Yellow teeth, crest white paste, make my mouth bleach
Sticky fingers got me feeling like I'm holding ice cream, Icing,
Blew away the air, like the blue wind
Don’t get to choose when we start, but we always begin
Mirrors on my fingers, as above so below,
I'ma walk till my feet hurt, and walk til I don't
My fingers turn yellow, and my nails start to grow
Trails growing longer as I start to walk home
Ghosts in my backpack, and spirits on the phone
Sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold
8 feet tall, there’s something I want to ask and know
Why do my teeth turn yellow but my fingernails don't?
Forgive me, all the trees forgive me,
And the rocks on the sand form mouths and start talking
Saying, "If you walk this path you can never go back."
But I got nothing to lose, so I walk on the sand
Winding through the forest turning a left and a right,
Lord please forgive me, cause I think it’s time
I'm a thousand miles away from anyone, out of sight
Let my chest concave, and my eyeballs dry out
Something in the water, spring, valley makes my throat itch
Scent from my childhood, reaches me, then it vanish
Take the time for the grace, thankful that my life’s working
Dropping off my friends, I'm so thankful for my family
Recall my grandpas house and the hot metal swing set
Going down the metal slide was sure to burn my hand in
Shit I used to hate, now I wish I could go back then
Oh to have the innocence we had as children
Split at birth, like born into two
Feel the hairs on my arms stand up at you
Unsettled by the earth, feel the beauty, see the false too
Deadpan living state, scooped up like a vacuum
Little things, notice pores open on my flesh now
Brush my teeth three times, the stones don’t wanna white out
Two rights equal a wrong, why does it cancel out?
Feeling too old, asking God to please put me down
Mirrors on my fingers, as above so below,
I'ma walk till my feet hurt, and walk til I don't
My fingers turn yellow, and my nails start to grow
Trails growing longer as I start to walk home
Ghosts in my backpack, and spirits on the phone
Sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold
8 feet tall, there’s something I want to ask and know
Why do my teeth turn yellow but my fingernails don't?
Forgive me, all the trees forgive me,
And the rocks on the sand form mouths and start talking
Saying, "If you walk this path you can never go back."
But I got nothing to lose, so I walk on the sand
Winding through the forest turning a left and a right,
Lord please forgive me, cause I think it’s time
I'm a thousand miles away from anyone, out of sight
Let my chest concave, and my eyeballs dry out
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10. |
Walls Of Autumn
03:04
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Faint into the mirror
Vomit on my toothbrush
Wiper blades can't clear
My eyes
Wiper blades cant clear
My eyes
There’s an itch in my throat that just won’t go away
No medicine for my allergies, sleeps my medicine today
Parasocially, no none of y'all knowing me
There’s gnomes inside the forest and they're pointing and they’re giggling
The walls of autumn hold me up, I'm walking but I'm balancing
My whole room hurts, muster up the strength to leave
Crown shyness, the trees never touching
Looking through your eyes, everything, nothing
Walls of autumn
Shits awesome sauce,
From the bottom
It holds us up
Spring to summer
You're my runner
You cant outrun her
Cold to the touch
Fragile breathing
So blistering
Dead seethering
It's warm enough
Busy living for the dead, cold to the touch
I think we would've been friends no matter what
Walls of autumn
Fall break skies
Inevitability keeps me up at night
Eyes wide shut, my skin will rise
Leave me in a body for another time
Without these walls, bulldoze my mind
You can linger at the bridge and destroy mine
12 leaky windows, looking through, just fine
If one rock can change everything, so can I
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11. |
Meyb
02:30
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Wind flies around and makes an apple fall down
Rests by a cat that sleeps calm in the storm
The sky purple and dark, but there's a glimmer and spark
In the contrast of red, cat looks up
It's like a sweet baby boy has lost all of his toys
It's so easy to cry and feel sore
Or like a sweet baby girl has lost all her curls
And she longs for what she had before
Cause you can't eat it, it's staring at me
Not the Garden of Eden, but it sure feels like it
Dismiss the desire and wait
Is God even real anyway?
Maybe
Cause you're just like me, even if you don't like it
We’re brothers and sisters, not directly, but kinda
You get my point, I'm your friend, you’re annoyed
Maybe its just I feel like I disappoint
It's like a sweet baby boy has lost all of his toys
It's so easy to cry and feel sore
(Cry and feel sore)
Or like a sweet baby girl has lost all her curls
And she longs for what she had before
(What she had before)
Cause you can't eat it, it's staring at me
Not the Garden of Eden, but it sure feels like it
(Sure feels like)
Dismiss the desire and wait
Is God even real anyway?
Maybe
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12. |
Bicycle Rackz
02:00
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Oh for it to be, 2014
With the taste of chlorine still lingering
Watching Spongebob on a grey box TV
Drinking a warm Sunny D
Yeauh
Bicycle racks, my tires hitting on the wooden tracks
I mind, that know I can’t make up for things that I left
It's all dream, the air is thicker and there's bugs on the leaves
Nowadays it's all nothing
I'm falling short, I hope that I can come back next week
Until then, I'm still dreaming in the morning
Dry skin, you seem to hate everything
You remind me of the idiot I used to be
Rest assured, my fingers always stay crossed
I double dare you to be nice to the kid that's not
My eyes hurt, and my stomach tied up in knots
Coiled in my bed, til you wake me up
Gameboy with the face plate painted,
September fest, I snuck past the height limit
Tucked myself in the seat, I really grasped it
But I fell out the mere second it started
Nevermind, my view is now obstructed
Substance, a roundabout of heroin
Destroys you, and grabs you, yea it takes you with
Such a loss, if there's a God, I hope he lets you in
Bicycle racks, my tires hitting on the wooden tracks
I mind, that know I can’t make up for things that I left
It's all dream, the air is thicker and there's bugs on the leaves
Nowadays it's all nothing
I'm falling short, I hope that I can come back next week
Until then, I'm still dreaming in the morning
Dry skin, you seem to hate everything
You remind me of the idiot I used to be
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13. |
Trick&Fool
03:12
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Water spilled right up on my dresser
It's easy fooling me
Flowers shrivel in the freezing weather
It's creepy, to a degree
Winter breaks over, it's all back to work but
I shouldn’t complain, at least not anymore
Because most of the time I'm straight just stuck to the bed
Scrolling online forever, til my phone is dead
Or pacing round my room, my shadow paint a silhouette
Of me, but only of me again, no one else
And it sucks, it really sucks cause I have just myself
Feel like a whiny little baby I should man up instead, but
Water spilled right up on my dresser
It's easy fooling me
Flowers shrivel in the freezing weather
It's creepy, to a degree
Listen once, or listen not at all
Y'all got a place inside my heart, but do I do to y'all?
It's whatever, store my eyes inside a little jar
Buried right behind the statue, Rosewater Park
If you sleep beneath the lake, you lose track of time
You lose some skin too, down to the bone and eyes
They say your room is a reflection of your mind
Well my mind is bout to be all over mine
Water spilled right up on my dresser
It's easy fooling me
Flowers shrivel in the freezing weather
It's creepy, to a degree
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14. |
Greenhouse
03:18
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Bridled feelings, kill the fucker in the mirror
Chapped lips, so it hurts, when I bring em ear to ear
Old engraved pennies, I got one for every year
And the kisses from the snow tell me wait again, clear
It's the constant rushing raindrops on the roof that comfort me
When the promises I've made to myself, start breaking
This the type of shit I won't tell my friends, or anybody
Got my eyes on the [?], got my finger on the safety
Nothing feels like home, feel like frosty in the greenhouse
Letting out my anger, bad decision, I regret now
Change my voice around you, stupid shit that I'm talking bout
Falling from the building, variations on a cloud
Nothing feels like home, feel like frosty in the greenhouse
Letting out my anger, bad decision, I regret now
Change my voice around you, stupid shit that I'm talking bout
Falling from the building, variations on a cloud
Lethargy, inertia, I'm lazy
One side of the magnet, I just push it all away from me
Try to the make the time, end up saying that I'm busy
Regret it all like ten minutes later, when am I winning
Bone to the skin (skin) watches don't fit (fit)
Spikes piercing through my throat, from the inside, in
Release the tension, internal bleeding begin
Bathtub water rising up to my chin
Ice cream hands, sticking to the paper
Sweet cotton candy, black ice through the winter
D-d-deepest darkest secrets, to the grave, to the Aether,
Life after life, nothing science could’ve answered
Up all night, til like 5:39,
No weapons to the clock, g-got nothing to kill time
Staying glued to my phone, c-cut the power, go offline
Every second I'm alive it feels like I'm bout to die
Nothing feels like home, feel like frosty in the greenhouse
Letting out my anger, bad decision, I regret now
Change my voice around you, stupid shit that I'm talking bout
Falling from the building, variations on a cloud
Nothing feels like home, feel like frosty in the greenhouse
Letting out my anger, bad decision, I regret now
Change my voice around you, stupid shit that I'm talking bout
Falling from the building, variations on a cloud
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15. |
12 Leaky Windows
05:12
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So sick like a dog, water poisonous to me
Cat without an owner, dirty sitting on the street
Mom doesn't know why I've been distant lately
Mom doesn’t know why the airs so empty
Twelve leaky windows and chipped china cups
Not a hole in the wall could ever tempt me enough
Slow on the soulsand, not tryna speed up
But you cant hate yourself into someone you love
I can't rely on hope and faith
In the shower too long, I'll faint
Do for old times sake
Looking for the ending, when I'm barely half way
Twelve leaky windows
Twelve leaky windows
Twelve leaky windows
and twelve leaky
Eyes wide shut, a shitty epitaph for
Such a good life, written in song
You are just a boy, yea you are no man and
Here is everything you’ve done wrong
Steady pressing in the flowers, ‘fore the plowers take whats ours
And there’s nothing left all just but one
I'm taking every word all with a grain of salt
It's like everything I know will forever be gone
Spent my warmth, or was there more to create
Lock the door, a dandelion blows away
Take in this moment, (be)fore its yesterday
I like to cherish it all, (be)fore its a memory
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16. |
Hydro Demo (Bonus Track)
03:10
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featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 6, 2015
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The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra.
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Paint by Numbers, Vol. 1
by Goon
A home recorded EP of gauzy and melodic grunge expands the definition of the genre the with layers of sound, synths, and atmosphere.
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Reflections Vol. 1 (Bumble Bee Crown King)
by WOODS
This surprise album from the New York alternative band is an archival collection of previously unreleased recordings.
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Something's There But You're Not Sure What
by Friends of Fox Food
This compilation is a good cross-section of indie and lo-fi tunes from the community of the UK-based independent label.
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