1. |
charm
03:31
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where can you run?
ask anyone
what’s left to want?
when you suffer the charm
cannibal arm
soaking in starch
chokes on a heart
and then suffers the charm
anywhere i look
it’s you
anywhere i look
it’s no use
play it a song
it’s nodding along
ask what it wants
and then suffer the charm
anywhere i look
it’s you
anywhere i look
it’s no use
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2. |
caution sign
02:58
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someone turn it off
make it stop
each day’s another
leaking faucet
each drop
is just a
future caution sign
in the hall
and now i know
if someone falls
it’s my fault
i suppose
infinite sigh
trapped on the inside
ebbing in the nausea
yeah, i’m doing fine
scrolling through the notes
i had wrote
some sentiments
that take up space
on a phone
until the moment comes
and goes and it’s gone
while i’m left waiting
for reminders
that it’s wrong
but composed
infinite sigh
trapped on the inside
ebbing in the nausea
yeah, i’m doing fine
pretty sure, yeah, doing fine
someone turn it off i cannot
someone make it stop
make it stop
someone turn it off i cannot
drips until the foundation rots
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3. |
sweat
02:43
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anxious sweat down the back of my neck
are we ever going back?
once said it’s said
can you feel it swelling below?
unboxed and there it goes
memory drips out my teeth to my lips
bubbly taste of summers spent
in debt, no less
can you feel it? futures deposed
(as it appears)
say can you feel it?
(and it pulls you close)
as it whispers quiet and slow
(clenched and beating)
it’s so deafening
rushing upward blindly
toward the surface
when it goes off i’ll explain it
to myself like “i’ve been waiting”
it’s not tragic, vague and passive
fuck if i care when it happens
and we’ll laugh with such detachment.
poor endorphins, let ‘em have it.
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4. |
shell
03:40
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hello - lost track of time again, i know
makes no sense showing
now the door has closed
but i could rearrange for you
crowded table on that night except
moonlight swimming they exchange their signs
and said
you’ll fold into yourself
into your shell
but yeah you’ll wear it well
you’ll wear it well
oh no - we’ve come back around again, i hope
it’s familiar, although
it’s depleted concrete cold
and i hope you never change for them
and i’ll see you in a photo back and to the left
silhouette on a flier
a fairweather friend once said
you’ll fold into yourself
into your shell
and yeah you’ll wear it well
you’ll wear it well
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5. |
better
03:41
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do you find it funny?
recalling it so fondly?
even as it haunts me
cuz i slid down the stairs without excuse
talk like it was easy before
not sure it was
did i know better then?
was it because i wouldn't hear it?
but who decides?
tell me what it ought to sound like.
i find it clumsy
parsing every memory
as they suffocate me
cuz some nights it shakes up screaming "oh no"
talk like it was easy before
not sure it was
did i know better then?
was it because i didn't see it?
and now it hides?
tell me what it really looks like
did i mean it? do i know why?
i don't know it though it's inside.
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6. |
sum
04:41
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if i were a sum would you carry the one
or roll over
no need to wonder it’s over it’s under
it’s done
tried to believe in the lessons they teach
over shoulders
not here just like as i say not as i do
still don’t know why
(i don’t know why)
i am so surprised
(i don’t know why)
took the first bite
something’s raw
what was it?
i saw the sign didn’t take the advice
to pull over
last stop miles but i can’t keep my eyes
off the road
it’s time i speak it has got me believing
it’s no more
not like this please do not leave me here stuck
in my head humming “do do do do do”
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7. |
frame
02:43
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nothings unseen
drafting intrigue
tell me how can i be you?
nothings unseen
no part of me
taxed by a screen
i frame myself and play along
the bottom floor is sinking down
and i don’t how i look forward
from this place
every single line erased
lucky just to be displayed
such a pretty song but there’s something off
wanna sing along but it all feels wrong
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8. |
valley
02:11
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i see it load
valley below
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9. |
cicadas
05:53
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the era of death
is when we’ll two step
but who could have known that?
live oak in the dusk
i guess this is trust
shimmering under water
fumbling intent
the audience deaf
was it humming cicadas?
buzzing like raindrops
what could i expect
distant and suppressed
the line disconnects
the audience deaf
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10. |
h.m.d.
04:27
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i’ll never get over it - promise
pretended it was a gift
when you know
it’s just a hand me down
a parenthetical hint
a comment
at first it seems to make sense
until it’s the day
it no longer fits
abandoned
without an ounce of regret
for the inherited
when you hand it down
pass it out
hand it down
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frosty palms Austin, Texas
a recording project / band / creative endeavor / whatever.
austin, texas.
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