1. |
Black and Blue
03:45
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the one thing that I've got
is probably a blood clot
somebody get the cuffs
out of my bedside table
cardiac arrest me
lay it on as thick as fog
like an oil spill swimming into the sea again
or a murder of crows blocking out the sky
i'm black & blue coming back from being here
tried and true has never felt so wrong
mountains of sweet sloth
sighing out promises spilling all my secrets
come to no conclusion
spiraling in one spot, a flaw in my own plot.
the one thing that i'm not
is probably what I thought. rusty knife plunging deep
into a blank expression,
another taste of kerosene burn the words off my tongue.
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2. |
Happy Birthday Cowboy
02:01
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happy birthday cowboy
we've been waiting for so long
the horizon brought along your song
of your harmonica
happy birthday cowboy
there you go raising up the dust
you're singing songs we never song
your spurs hit flesh
happy birthday cowboy
your mother's growing old and misses you
the sheets on your bed are growing thin
your spurs hit flesh
and you're
galloping
away
again
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3. |
Pill
03:36
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the pill is sitting on my tongue
can't seem to swallow it whole
bit by bit i take it in
waiting for the day but my patience grows so thin
moody blue
shuffling veins
run along the trash that
holds this frame sane
ideas i could
tell you about
but never feel
waiting for the pill
to finally go down
now I sink my teeth into a notion
that once sounded so fucking foreign
it's a liberation unforeseen
come on over and cut me loose
before it decides to kick in
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4. |
Have a Light?
03:22
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my head is a zeppelin your words are helium
"t'as du feu" you asked and I eagerly I lit up
my breath is burning fast on the floor is the match
clean up the ashes sweep it under the rug
hide your dust bunnies from the ones that you love
talking in my sleep I got nothing to say
write it all down throw it all away
hiding behind the static of powerlines
buzzing alone in the backseat of my mind
pull away from you, you catch me right in time
still nothing new heads or tails this time?
all the cheap talk bouncing off of the walls
rings inside my head echoing all night
hiding behind the static of powerlines
buzzing alone in the backseat of my mind (x2)
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5. |
Underwhy
04:15
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10 am sun don't feel the same when i'm alone. everything is cold the warmth has gone away.
flew too close to the sun I tried to sweat you out. but you're stuck in my pours like rain stuck in a cloud.
walked you through my boundaries
unearthed the secret key
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Parlor Hour Portland, Oregon
slacker tweeish heartfelt noise
Portland, OR.
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