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Sun Leaves
03:06
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i’m writing back, you’re still stuck in this
if you just wait even the sun leaves
a sea of trash, the road signs can’t keep you clear
a sea of laughs when even jesus drowns here
ill’s got you in a stranglehold
gifts for an old friend i never knew
raised on your feet, everything looping round you
my vision’s blurred, i don’t know why i lied then
ill’s got you in a stranglehold
gifts for an old friend i never knew
you’ve got me in a stranglehold
i can’t start fights, i know who you are
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2. |
Crows
04:13
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smoke flourishes slowly
from buildings of grey making noise
across the canal i see
a man pulling ropes to tie up a swing
why, where did you go?
i drove all over town
I made it out the snow globe
became a fly buzzing around
my wings clap hysterically
i miss ever being inside
even if the world is small
you made it seem so large
and now, you are gone
and the silence you bring
makes it seem true, what they say
that you die more than once
looking at the sidewalk
writing the bible in your head
but who are you to complain?
you're young and you're thin and you're clean
go on, you howling dog
go on, you rotten rat
and now, you are gone
and the silence you bring
you're digging holes for yourself
but they're not graves, you're not that strong
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3. |
Dumb Things
02:39
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Staring at the ceiling is a sad pass time
but I can't stand to stand or stand to sit down
you badly painted face
cracking by the day
now diluting ghosts with a bottle of wine
you cut and now you're back at the end of the line
you're not getting through
things you can't undo
domesticating wolves
and letting them run loose
so what? no one sees me
i didn't wanna come
i wish i took the train to get out of town
the sun is bleeding yellow light into my room
the dust cast its shadows
forming little crows
like cloudspotting in spring
i find comfort in dumb things
my birds have found a home
they live here fully grown
so what? no one sees me
i just want to go home
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4. |
Bug Zapper
04:50
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I'm going to bed
live others instead
imagine I was dead
paint the chaos red
sometimes it's just there
I know all effects
wish i was like the rest
when you close your eyes and don't feel a sting under your skin does that mean you have had a decent night?
when they tried to tune you all the strings inside you snapped and now all that's left are tear ducts in your eyes
useless images
of stars inside your eyes
useless dead romance
to keep me up at night
when you spend all your time hiding in public bathrooms does that mean that you have had a decent life?
because you can't keep eye contact or hold a conversation like a freak who only lives at night
you sit in a remote corner collecting dust and growing old and nodding til you're all worn out
you've only got a few years of your life left and more than half will be spent working from nine to five
so pull yourself together you're a man and not a feather, with your face stone cold you'll stay alive
i'm not gonna die, but if i roll the dice just right
i'll be a butterfly and live my only life in one night
i'm not gonna die, i wish i could for just a second
be a butterfly or all the mice out on city streets
[excerpt from "the five people you meet in heaven"]
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5. |
I Don't Speak, Pt. 1
05:24
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i don't speak
so speak to me closely, i'll try
to keep eyes from drifting asleep
I don't bleed
your ramshackle teeth keep me locked
in your grip with nothing but a knife
i was fast asleep, you stood there
by the bedside waiting to haunt by day
someday we might meet, i won't shed
a tear for the things that you stole
I can't read
the things that you write in my head
too complex
that sea of noise you make
i can't flee
now we are Siamese twins
and we've been
it took so long to see
you becoming me
i was fast asleep, you stood there
by the bedside waiting to haunt by day
someday we might meet, i won't shed
a tear for the things that you stole
your roots go far and deep, they strangle
frantic breathing needed to stay afloat
it took so long to see
you becoming me
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6. |
Speak to Me, Pt. 2
06:17
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that time my body couldn't stop shaking
it was hard to keep you entertained
while my breath was slowly speeding
i pinched my arm to stay afloat
this time i sit waiting on the stairs
watching the balloons go outside
and though i think of you dearly
i hardly even know you
so speak to me again, my heart is beating loudly
like castles in the sand, the tide is coming in
that time the silence was deafening
but i'm not sure if it was even silent
now i cling and hold on to the moon
it's the only constant that doesn't move
so speak to me again, my lungs are breathing faster
like paper left in rain, i'm slowly fading
so speak to me again, jesus christ I'm whiny
i'm sorry that I am
that time i knocked and i knocked
but nobody would open the door
so i sat crying on the doorstep
the cold was piercing my skin
I wish i could be stuck in my childhood
the absurd naivety of it all
but now, on the verge of growing up
it'll only take seconds to fall
(i thought we just begun, i thought we just begun)
(wait until my head)
your roots go far and deep, they strangle
frantic breathing needed to stay afloat
soon I'll forget you, and you will me too
all children will decompose too
decompose, decompose
decompose
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7. |
The Fallrope
02:44
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rain in the morning
fog in your vision
wind melting our eyes
incoherent
dead man down the stairs
dead man down the stairs
wait until my head
blankets me again
blankets me again
cross the finish line
why'd we jump the gun
why'd we jump the gun
wash ashore
pictures of a clown
pictures of a clown
endless days
this layer won't burn
this layer won't burn
something's going wrong
headlights burning out
headlights burning out
some things never change
this isn't my room
this isn't my room
something's going wrong
i lost track of the moon
i lost track of the moon
i lost track of the moon
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8. |
Trish
04:05
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Trish sat by the stairs, waiting patiently
To get away from this dead end town
She knew the body given to her
Wasn't hers to claim anyway
There's nothing here that you'll miss
Trish had tried to sleep, waiting patiently
To be someone, someone that isn't her
She wrote bad songs for nobody else
To hear, she knew they were no good
Waiting to be a star stuck in a cloud of smoke
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9. |
After the Pinch
05:19
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Between the ads and the papers
is a shaking voice to be heard
past the exit doors of this theater
is it so selfish to want out?
staying in your warm arms
until we part
Between the pinch and a nightmare
a man standing by my bedside
I crumbled off into ashes
after the pinch, I was crying
I dropped something down in the drain
couldn't help but wonder what it was
two dust-bunnies on my lamp shade
half burnt-out sputtering ceiling light
slow haunting, faintly so
until nothing is there
staying in your warm arms
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10. |
12:25
03:04
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black dog rambling like a televangelist
but 12:25 is just a number to me
preachers come home everyday to their family
and face whatever they've got scattered at home
but i learnt how to burn my hand
what i do is all that i am
the local priest is never seen outside of the church
he preaches of what he knows he'll never have
but i learnt how to burn my hand
what i do is all that i am
but i don't know how to hold your hand
what i do is all that i have
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11. |
(untitled)
01:15
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Quiet Commotion Skåne County, Sweden
15 y/o bedroom musician from malmö
anomic records
Quiet Commotion recommends:
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this reminds me a lot of elliott smith's roman candle stuff. really beautiful and emotional ep
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