1. |
Gove
03:36
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2. |
Rough Hands
04:37
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It didn't break the skin this time.
It wasn't as bad as it could have been.
It will bruise over trust me,
And try to stay away from him.
He's a bad man.
He raises us with rough hands.
Hold off for a while.
I want you to keep your smile.
Oh sis, don't worry.
I'll protect you.
If I don't wake up one of these times. . .
Forever I will try.
But these words could fade while I speak.
I feel I can't choose if I survive.
Our dad Emily,
He acts out violently.
He loves us I think. . .
My blood is spread on the surface of the sink.
He raised us with rough hands.
Silenced by the rough hands.
You're alone with rough hands.
You're afraid of rough hands.
Sorry I left you.
I'm sorry I left you, Emily.
Keep the rough hands calm.
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3. |
This House
01:14
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This house, these cracked walls.
Why does it still stand?
Why shouldn't it just crumble?
Inside, is it so special?
If it ever were to fall, would people notice?
Would they mind at all?
Will their countenance grimace,
When the dust hits their face?
Or will they sob?
Sob until they're empty.
Sob until they're empty.
Just like this house.
These cracked walls, it might just crumble.
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4. |
Sneezing On Carousels
03:06
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Crime for the first time
And he's found lights.
Having miserable motives
Divides all rights.
He'll say another synonym
For the thought that lies ahead of him.
Contorting his pent up limbs.
Look how much they’ve slimmed.
He combats reason with a dismissing grin.
Well, he is just a fossil.
No chance for success. Still,
There's something to be said
For a head that's optimistically filled.
A Daze to your head again.
What a sight.
Sneezing on carousels.
Energize.
But his blood is keen to his heart.
Attack! Attack! Attack!
Landscapes become a track.
A perfect place for sniffing laps.
Caught in a trammel, too bad.
What kind of life could he have had?
I don’t know...
A Daze to your head again
What a sight.
Sneezing on carousels
Energize.
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5. |
Statuesque
04:07
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There are figures existing in eyes.
They dart and dance at a chance to come alive.
Through a medium, they’re imprinted.
The past will survive.
Lifted for display.
A man here, a man there.
Filling an iris. Figures in their stares.
Shapes saved will coact with lines trained.
Conduits into conduits into a boundless main.
I can never repay what I have gained,
From a lost member without a name.
It took forever for me to feel her pale skin,
The armor she wore from all her past sins
Was too tight to her body thin.
All held in place by the plinth.
But the years have approached,
Bellow out the greys of the throat.
It drains to the abdomen.
To the cracking toes, and like most,
Timeless beauty will cave to mote.
Your residue like a gnat in the eye,
Forming figures to see secondhand light.
A chisel fractures the old stone, and forms new life.
A chisel fractures old stone, but forms new life.
It took forever for me to feel her pale skin,
The armor she wore from all her past sins
Was too tight to her body thin.
All held in place by the plinth.
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6. |
Jitter
03:21
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He could knock the windows,
And be aware of people.
They wonder why he shakes bones.
He got up on the shelf on his own.
Frenetic fits contextual.
Everything's eventual.
By now it is the ritual
To greet a narrow mold with the cold.
And every night, he goes.
Jitter awake.
Jitter it away.
Jostle with what he holds.
Invents what he'll show.
Now his head he seems to throw.
Chews him up and then swallows him whole.
Lives will slowly be doled.
He bellows, hear the echoes
Resound throughout your own home.
The seams will have to stay where we've sewn.
And every night, we go.
Jitter awake.
Jitter it away.
Jitter, keep me safe.
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7. |
Kiddo Says Hi
02:38
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A kiddo says hi.
I hardly replied.
I didn't feel like trying.
He's only nine.
Where am I at in my life,
To have cast him aside?
Set things right.
So, next time...
I hope the kiddo says hi.
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8. |
Ferry Back To Stockholm
04:42
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Made a mess of the kindred.
Left the time in disarray.
Standing on the hillside
While I think of my common place.
They're all sleep deprived and I'm...
Idle on this ferry back to Stockholm,
And this vessel will never bring me back home.
I only grin to the bombination of my phone.
That's the only way I never feel alone.
Petrichor filling brick roads,
Like the blue consuming my thoughts.
Objects all repeat themselves.
When will the constant Hiraeth stop?
Dear somnolent friends that I love, I'm...
Idle on this ferry back to Stockholm,
And this vessel will never bring me back home.
I only grin to the bombination of my phone.
That's the only way I never feel alone.
You saturnine ferry, you won't pick up speed.
I tried to tell my mother that I just want to leave.
You saturnine ferry, won't you pick up speed?
Cos I'm staring at the redness in my knees.
Idle on this ferry back to Stockholm,
And this vessel will never bring me back home.
I only grin to the bombination of my phone.
That's the only way I never feel alone.
30,000 Islands are nothing without you.
All in all it's fleeting;
I'm not spending it in solitude.
But I have no one...
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9. |
Hum
03:15
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I’ve been over the moon
Just to know you.
Just to see you.
You have no clue
That I’ve loved every way
Your hair has fallen on your face.
Can’t I stop this chase?
All for a taste I’ll no doubt waste.
Truly, I will give all the breath in my lungs.
To listen to the words you’ve spun,
You have sung.
Endless opia,
Lead me further.
My own Lotte.
Coup de foudre.
Calescent beat in my chest.
Her vox will still it nonetheless.
I’ll have nothing less.
Without you, what does the world have left?
Truly, I will give all the breath in my lungs.
To listen to the words you’ve spun.
You have sung,
And what a mellifluous hum.
Can’t I listen all day?
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10. |
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What are Roses for?
What is my Voice for?
Tell me. Tell me more.
What are Fingers for?
What are Roses for?
Show me. Show me more.
I’ll always grab the Thorns...
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11. |
Arms Of The Coats
04:24
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Watch your back,
On ashes they thrive.
Mend your metal,
Cowardly hide.
I'm not afraid to die. Not this time.
Come to me. Take my life away.
Valiantly, they march in the scene that plays.
Calamity nestled with a lush rage.
Nestled with no love.
Torn arms. Far off with their arms!
The torn arms will always lay in a far off forgotten state.
Blind obedience,
Bred to tear the arms off your coats.
And they'll iron
Their insignia on the fabric that they stole.
Fortified the portant.
Became an example,
When Max was 43 and was gathered to his people.
And so, the torn arms will always lay.
They're far off and gone.
Come to me. Take my life away.
Trust in me, I know the scene will change.
Hostility endlessly seems to reign.
Forgive them. To them it's all the same.
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12. |
Paradigm Of Pain
01:05
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In all walks of life we reach to be alive.
Though it's wont to let your arms grow tired,
Of reaching for something that you can't find.
Dropped fingers curl in
To drag along the pavement.
According to the paradigm of pain.
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13. |
Truths To Better Times
01:59
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Dear parents of this black earth,
I'm a blushing sea fighter.
Or can't you remember?
My origin has been declined
By this harmful head of mine.
It's enrobed in a grave halt.
Do not pass this line.
Counting dysfunctional families has become
Of the days meant for scraping knees.
Should I dispel thoughts like these?
Should I? Should I?
I miss when you kissed the cuts,
And your lips seemed to send
A warmth for me to straighten.
Now that's all gone and absent
From a man that needs to strengthen.
I miss it...
These truths to better times, so sure;
Should never falter or worsen.
But they will remain behind the curtain.
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14. |
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Dust flies through the sky higher than the martians.
Dust flies in your eyes and you can't see true passion.
We've dog-eared the corners, leaves a rug burn and a sore.
We've stepped on it before. It's faded and glued to the floorboards.
The old red carpet is out.
Sopped in a film of doubt.
You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose.
To yield, to stay a few. To lose.
Opportunity wasted, boy am I guilty.
Tyranny's pinned to my palm as I slap myself silly.
So let's go drink up all the rain and blame it on the weather.
And yes, I should be better. But i'll smile just for good measure.
The old red carpet is out.
Sopped in a film of doubt.
You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose.
To yield, to stay a few. To lose.
Is it wrong to have never tried
when it's been sprawled throughout my life?
Well there's always tomorrow after another goodnight.
But what good is a tomorrow when I know I'll lose the fight.
The old red carpet is out.
Sopped in a film of doubt.
You know it's true, I'll leave it and choose.
To yield, to stay a few. To lose.
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15. |
Godspeed
02:18
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I've not looked in the mirror in weeks.
It's the happiest I'll ever be.
There's no weight to what comes through my teeth,
When actions are what truly speak.
And I've not looked in the mirror again,
Because I know what I've always been.
So I'll refuse my reflection
Until I shed my skin.
But now, something's sparked since then.
A change channeled in.
So I stare at my likeness
With hope in my chest.
To my old self,
These are the words I expressed:
Goodbye.
All the best.
Godspeed.
All the best.
So farewell,
I wish you all the best.
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'Wet' might be my all time favorite song.
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