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Awful Sound
02:04
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Meet you in the awful sound
Gotta get out of town
Say you’re gonna move it soon
To somewhere that makes you swoon
But nowhere’s as bittersweet
As these potholed DC streets
So what you gonna smoke about
When you’ve got it all worked out
Bound to the land
Can’t let go
Bad ideas
Shouldn’t have come here
But where do I go
Nobody even knows
How your garden grows
Without sun it’s bad
They tried to steal your bag
Hiding in the city
It’s dying like you and me
So what you gonna smoke about
When you’ve got it all worked out
Bound to the land
Can you let go
Bad ideas
Shouldn’t have come here
But where do I go
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Handprint
03:02
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We live alone in a city I call home
Though it’s not much
I feel something for it
Do you? Do you
I make a sound and it’s swallowed into a hole.
Have I found it?
The grand state of nothing?
Do you
Even feel me?
Even feel me, I feel you
Even feel me,
I’ve been gone too long to know
I take a stab at what I think is right
And then bloody handprint
On my front door and I don’t know what
It’s from
Something painful
Something painful
Something painful
I am gone too long to know
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3. |
Burnt to Bits
04:26
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Dance on the street where you're haunted to live
It's not what you wanted but you get what you give
Falling star feels like a chance you let slip
Chase it around the earth but it's burnt to bits
What you want it’s a real thing but it drifts
The world could be perfect but it's built of bricks
Shooting star feels like a chance you let fall
But it’s just a rock not a star at all
Partition’s going according to plan
We fall apart and walk right into trap hands
What you want it's a real thing but it's Rome
The city could be perfect but it’s built out of stone
Now it just looks like a silver space shit
But a city is in your heart not on the strip
The district is dead but yet it lives
Sometimes good people don't get what they give
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4. |
Sweetest Song
03:35
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When you’re drunk at the end of the day
Who is the one you want to hear you
Play your sweetest song
Get on the bus cause there is no train
Slid off the rails we gotta
Take it back, build it again
It’s not electric rhythm, it’s just a second thought
Is it not?
It’s just electric rhythm, it’s not a second thought
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not
Slip into the creek and I’m shedding it all
Singing it, singing it high
The worst thing you could do is not try
Slide down the peak and I’m shedding it all
Singing it, singing it high
The worst thing you could do is not try
Find that special someone in a dream
Who do you love?
They’re gonna make the city
So much sweeter
Sweeter than cherry pie
It’s not a lucid lover, it’s just a second thought
It’s not
It’s not a secret service, it’s just protecting the
Capitol, capital
You found a lucid lover, it’s not a second thought
Is it not?
You found an elusive lover, it’s just a second thought, it’s not, it’s not, it’s not
Deep in the dream someone hands you a map
Your sense of direction’s back
But you wake up empty handed
Deep in the dream someone kisses your neck
You got that momentum back
But you wake up empty hearted
You wake up lonely hearted
You wake up open hearted
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5. |
Band Aid
02:22
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I’m gonna end you
But there’s nothing to end
Cause you left me the moment
it all began
So eager to please
like a blanket of fleas
A contagious disease
unwilling to bend
Swept up by uncertainties
Never have I seen
Something so serene as your slumber
Underwater dreams
Swim little fish cause the thunder’s getting closer
And the storm won’t pass over
I hope you send
all the letters you wrote
Craft a poem to choke
my anxieties
We’re better upstairs
in your grandmother’s house
I’m as quiet as a mouse and
Nothing compares
to nibbling on your moldy cheese
Never,
never have I seen
something so serene as your slumber
Stare with my high beams
Burn through your skin
and I wonder
Will it wake you
And how long will it take you
to see
me
Who’s gonna be your band aid now
I’m bleeding out? x3
Who’s gonna be your band aid now?
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6. |
Top
02:32
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Wasn’t it true you faked it
You had what you want when you tried
To be on top like a fairy tale
Why did you turn
Everything comes in waves that
Crash are you sure (on the shore) of your mind
To be on top but you wanna bail
Hard to try to make you feel it all the same
Well it’s not going to die
Far it feels as though the weight of all your wins
Has left you only with a sigh
Why did you turn
Into a sunken place x2
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7. |
Mystery Meat
02:25
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I feel ugly
I don’t wanna go dancin
I go dancin
I don’t really go dancin
You stay hungry
I just wanna keep chillin
I get angry
We both have to move
but we never have to speak
Dancin in my head
Moving on my own time
Working for my friends
And I know what you think
I know how you sing
I know all the things about you
And that’s why I am running the other way
Weight to fall on me
But I can see you runnin just to
Make that shy kid see
To jump on every chance their handed
This time’s fun cause we
Don’t know what will happen yet
And curiosity
Killed my cat
But it keeps me safe from that
So shake for fun like a tripping nun who says that While you’re young you’re just mystery meat
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8. |
Demolition Order
05:05
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Walking through the city
Nobody wants me
Some are encroached upon
Some people don’t know what they’re doin
And some people know just what they’re doin
Talking to the city
Nobody’s happy
Some of them pretend to be
Some can’t pretend to be
And maybe some are really happy
Walking through the city
Looking like the enemy
Well maybe I’m one of them,
Just a pawn of development
Displacement’s not development
This is not a new development
It’s just a new colony
Bulldozing through the city
Demolition order
Demolition order
Demolition order
Demolition order
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9. |
Sink
01:47
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You always seem so sad to see the sun sideways
As we sink you say you’re sorry
You ask them how and why they try and get their cash on
Little tanks I feel completely
Saw her sleeping I can see you running out of fuel
Sulfur seeping I can see you running out for you
Take your protein pills and put your purple pants on
I can see you moving highways
They all walked in and left the fascist door half open
I know that smell I fell completely again
You might have to fuck some truth in too
Through the shower, reverb in the outfield growling
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10. |
Kiwi
06:24
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When it gets down it could you fit me in?
If you can’t get around to it, it’s not such a sin
He was a mess, he was cleaning up
She was a mess, she was cleaning up
They were a mess, they were cleaning up
He was a mess, they were cleaning up
She was a mess, they were cleaning up
We are a mess, we are cleaning up
Needing all the stupid little things
Now more than ever
Faking what you want until the thing
That’s not yours is yours
Something on the right lies
Make it up again
Something on the rise, light
Make it up again
We see the signs of it
It’s happening but all we do is
Everybody act’s so patient
If you feel something
You gotta let it out
Into the world
Something on the right lies
Make it up again
Something on the rise, light
Make it up again
I’ve seen you before
I don’t mean to
Act like I wanna live next store
It’s hard to catch you
You’re habitat is very dark
We speak in different house
Used to be one no we’re worlds apart
Kiwi x8
I’ve seen this before
I don’t mean to
Act like I wanna live next
It’s hard to catch you
Your habitat is very dark
We sleep in different houses
Used to be one now we’re worlds apart
Kiwi x4
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