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Avalanches
05:09
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My nerves are butter in the summer,
Toast for brains on some days.
Avalanches fall with more grace than I do.
Certain blends still do the trick.
Memory haze,
Forget the bad days.
Sailor! The anchor! The city is sinking,
And all of the children are trapped in the building.
Throw me by the wayside,
Don’t tell me I'm the one.
Hold my collar tight, boy,
I've got a tendency to run.
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2. |
Teras
04:22
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I adore you. Don’t ignore me.
Are we happy? Drop the car keys.
You're what I want, not what I need.
I’ll keep trying, but talk is so cheap.
It hurts me when I’m distant.
I promise you're the only sense I want to feel.
But the world speaks so loud in my head.
At war with myself for letting it.
I know you’re scared to go,
But trust me we don’t need these things,
‘Cause my home is you.
My love, just you.
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3. |
Seasick Séance
04:03
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Candy stole the crucifix,
While Ethel’s lips, they sunk loose ships.
All our parents saw us dancing naked on the internet.
Helen’s hands hold Heather’s tightly.
Opal eyes burn candlelight.
And Anna can’t remember what was real before the wick burnt out.
The night
The time
The need
For private eyes.
Shelby couldn’t take the shame,
Now wet towels block the doorway.
The night is long, the oven on.
Ariel, her favorite poem.
Dexter saved the images,
So all the boys jerked off to them.
Morals swallowed with these pills.
We’ll kill the network if we try.
The night
The time
The need
For private eyes.
Can’t hold on very long.
My body’s melting,
Where’s the sun?
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4. |
Moons
05:04
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I read flesh like Braille,
With excavated eyes.
Melt at the equator,
Always a reflection when I cry.
I’m an imposter.
I only feel right when I’m close to her,
But that’s some of the time.
Always, a reflection when I cry.
Two strange moons collided,
Continued united.
Cold at first but quick to warm.
I read flesh like Braille,
With excavated eyes.
Melt at the equator,
Always a reflection when I cry.
I’m a disaster.
I only feel right when I’m close to her,
But that’s some of the time.
Always, a reflection when I cry.
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5. |
Badlands
04:08
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At the crossroads where we met,
We talked of all our little deaths,
And showed each other parts of us we’ve always tried to hide.
Now even our swamp shines in the dullest moonlight,
And if I forget the colour of your eyes,
It’s only so when I wake up, I can be surprised again,
As we set out for the Badlands.
You and I, hand in hand,
We set out for the Badlands
You and I till the end,
We set out for the Badlands.
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6. |
Atlantis
06:00
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The prince is dead,
I saw it with my own my eyes.
Buried his body in the heart of a coal mine.
And I don’t think that I could have lived like this
While I dribbled over my teenage Atlantis.
Growing compressed
But he chewed the hand from the wrist and kept moving,
Despite the disapproval.
It’s brutal how futile it seems,
'Til you’re left stitching wounds with these silver linings.
It’s brutal how crucial it seems,
'Til you’re left stitching wounds with only these silver linings.
My child's dead,
It happened before my time.
Burned his body on the funeral pyre.
And I don’t think that I could have lived like this,
Always terminal by the way he drinks,
But there ain’t much
That feels like love.
It’s brutal how futile it seems,
'Til you’re left stitching wounds with these silver linings.
It’s brutal how crucial it seems,
'Til you’re left stitching wounds with only these silver linings.
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7. |
Dreamlets
05:27
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Every time I light fires in my sleep,
I try to hide but it slips to my neighbour’s dreams.
Always too late to evacuate the old homes.
Left my shadow inside with my photos.
All these crimes I commit for my beliefs
Are antiques built from found debris.
The antics of the obsolete made every promise incomplete.
Wasting time on dead regimes
It’s suicide on silver screens.
Just once,
I'd like to know what it means to be a God
And help someone with their problems
long enough so they forget them.
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