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RIGBY
02:32
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Small pillar, drywall killer
You'll fall along the grass, so tall
Leaf raker, belief maker
It's wide, and wider here for miles
And I've been holding up
It's one thing I know how to do
...to do again
Sun river, dry run giver
It's why I'll lie right here for the night
Shout out, you are a winter wind
And now where do I begin?
These dogs are...they're howling
Here again...so distant
Now you can't just become grounded.
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WESTERN HEMLOCK
03:09
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I watch scenery set
We try to figure this out now
Tell you to lift your red head
You’re my father’s son
In your bed
So lifeless
Although your eyes are wide
My love for my brother
Collides with his bitter end
Watch on as they suffer
I know we could
speak again
I’ll picture us
Upon the waterfront
Walk along
Without your harness on
I saw western roads
Your face out the window
I see you running
Upon tennis courts and
Your purpose is here
In your bed
So lifeless
I cannot drive this slow
In your head
I know you’re frightened
So now Iet's sleep too close
Picture us
The waterfront
You’re heading home
Downstairs. Solo.
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HONEYCOMB
03:13
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Call in sick
Watch you fall or cope with it alone
If we keep the pressure on
They don't wreck the field on Sunday
Summer fades
Like poolside conversation
Every weekend we fall ill
Those boys are never happy
Waking without purpose
Surrender and deny this moment
Return letters to sender
This relay it became long overdue
So belated
A flawed consolation
Denying this moment
A faint trace of something
I know what you have become
A soft apparition
With no headstone
Tracing hands again
Each one that could have held your head
Yet I keep on shrinking
Revolving doors shake with faces drawn on them
Every weekend we fall ill
Now we cannot float
So belated
A flawed consolation
In our ruined moment
What a waste of my young descendants
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PAPER TRAIL
02:46
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Still in a fever dream state
We sit in this landfill nightly
You wrote it all on paper
Despite you so well spoken
Another quiet night
Beats one more wasted breath
Though you’ve got the upper hand
Your posture is folding up
Pulling your last limbs apart
I want one day upon the shore
Why have I stayed so tight lipped
And meantime
You’ve been a shipwreck?
We collide
offside
Holding upon this weak grip
We fall behind
Makeshift and we’re seasick
Become a lurker waiting
I will not take this lightly
You follow faulty leaders
As if I won’t retaliate
Spilling our deepest secret
Building up walls; unsightly
Wrote it down on paper
It carried all the sound of you speaking
Another quiet night
Beats one more wasted breath
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SUPER SENIOR
03:54
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Forgotten walls left wondering
“How could he just mindlessly..
Vacate such a narrow gathering?”
Doubting who I should write to when I write home
Your cottonmouth, our fallen king
This drive found me finding peace in me
So likely to leave
Can I call when you're left behind?
That consequence of “I told you this in confidence”
Those secrets you bury; right now they all scare me
Take back each inside joke and wisecrack
I saw the rookery fade with grace
And I cannot stay for the reckoning
You bought your way with words, young man
Tell the bigwig I’m shifting
I’ve heard “clever” as a general word
I yell at myself in this reverie state
Now could we bloom here?
When will we repair?
I'm afraid I've been ruined
By the way I threw this all
In your face
Your offering
I could stay 'til we bloom here
In the shade where the sun has gone
We've been displaced
In suffering
Turn back in time
Now could we bloom here?
When will we repair?
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NORTH OF US Jersey City, New Jersey
FUELED BY:
- Tabit
- Open Tunings
- Bojack Horseman
- Pretending it's still the year 2003
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