1. |
Doings
03:38
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Quick, flick on the light
I've got a surprise for you
I've surgically removed my heart
So now I'm no longer blue
You weigh out the negatives
and brush them off as a dismal thing
But I'm doing this for us, to make us happy
Whether the weather's nice
It no longer applies to you
I'll teleport ya to the nearest cove
of Ocean blue
You look at the fading reef
and it reminds you of the time I was mean
But I'm doing this for us, to make us happy
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2. |
This Winter
03:44
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I've fallen in and out of love with you
By the time you swiped right
Through candlelight
I see visions of my past
I won't last This Winter
I've held the hands of deception pinky-cute
The Bruises on my hand made me feel resolute
The TV's on mute
and everyone's moving inhumanely fast
I won't last This Winter
There are things
where no matter how many times you sing
Well we're all gonna drown in Acheron's sea
I've fallen in and out of love with love
And I've loved every moment
My words are strewn with
Some pale light's cast
I won't last This Winter
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3. |
Blue Suede Dudes
03:08
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Love don't have to be sexual
But the feeling in your lips serves as my context clue
In a bevy of swallows I've already caught the wallows
I've picked up the blues and glued my bits and pieces
while pain increases
You've diminished me
After replenishing me
I'm not saying you're delaying anything
I just think it's been long enough to be upfront and honest with me
The cool air blowing flowingly in your hair
Is just one little notch in my head as I watch
You distance yourself
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4. |
Down Like
03:26
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I might be a little unhinged
the peaking little moonlight
through foggy clouds makes me
confusingly wince
Your old problems don't bother me
I just like being next to you
Invested in the best of you
under poplar tree
Down like the busted old lamplight
Down like the gull in the wind
Down like upon this golden heart
the occasional magnification of negative thoughts
What we see and what we seem
Is but a dream within a dream
careening with the wind
on the golden sea
I love your voice and you love my eyes
colliding with our essence
is a reciprocated presence
that binds our ties
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5. |
Kinch Like Me
03:57
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They send messages
Collages of senselessness
I even find myself being fooled sometimes
And in ensuring insured individuals
A context of visuals
that cut to the core of the corporal
replenishment in me
Because I don't go out anymore
I don't go out anymore
All I've ever wanted and All I've ever needed
Is rightly so, rightly so, right beside me
Let's not get drastic
Let's stretch the elastic
plasticine people replacin' the people've retired
And in the bone orchard of stone-laid archways
The archways of future
and future's admitted requite with clean, pure, and white
There's a spite in the house of love hit by the fourth wall alright
I don't go out anymore
I don't go out anymore
All I've ever wanted and all I've ever needed
Is rightly so, rightly so, right beside me
In the great spark of night
The tower of Ulysses shines it's light
But Kinch Like Me is offended by his losses
and that's why
I don't go out anymore
I don't go out anymore
All I've ever wanted and all I've ever needed
Is rightly so, rightly so, right beside me
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6. |
Interlude
01:34
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7. |
Sore
03:22
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The bets of jetset-living's lamplights blinking
towards me have been turned off
Scoff all you want
predilected debutantes
tantalizing every notion of personal beauty
Your truly the celebrity I wanna be
Yet you're nothing more than a canker sore
Your presence presently pleads the twee-
-punks into temporary purgatory
You don't sing what you sing
without the slightest ring of
humble confidence brought forth so forcedly
Your truly the celebrity I wanna be
Yet you're nothing more than a canker sore
My following's misguided, they've collided
with an essence of immobility, like Renfields with innate sadness
Yet there's you with your zoo
zipping zips around the Christmas Tree
All year 'round
flicking each others' sense of false futility
Your truly the celebrity I wanna be
Yet you're nothing more than a canker sore
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8. |
Which Way Is Up
03:49
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Bonding over bondage
Reading about Robert Crumb
You know that I'm #1
"Time" knows that I'm #1
Paying an homage
to my favorite emo album cover
Oh brother...
I'm alone in my room tonight
Which way is up
Which way is down
I'll build my own shanty town
filled with all the things I love
Making moving image stills
of miles of sky and acres of hills
You know that beauty sleeps
For it I weep and I weep
Listening to "De Stijl"
and getting psyched when "Death Letter" plays
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Things seem sorta okay and sorta not okay
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9. |
Let's Start All Over
03:34
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Which way did you sway the other day
Oh the ups and downs of being on and off
is a mad charade
I've been holding you closer to my mind than my heart
Let's start all over again
Hand signals are easier to get than eye glares
I've dreamt beautiful dreams of you and me
You: nightmares
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10. |
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It's the sun screaming at you from out the sky
It's the essence of malevolence mailing you a violent vie
It's the wallowed wind wishing what you wouldn't believe
It's the essence of the heavens heaving ensured reprieve
Would you believe in hope if hope did hold you near
Between today and yesterday is like a million years
It's the mocking leaves dancing 'round your shoes
It's the maudlin averse nuisance moving down your avenues
It's your neighbor's car alarm at the start of your day
It's the essence of the heavens stripping your coil away
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11. |
Soba Noodles
06:14
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I know you must be miserable right now
Walking home in the heat of the momentary lapse of sense of self
Sweet like mandarin peel on a glass's rim
Cold like the ice cubes left to fill it
I've lived in a swill village
since we've been apart
I'm an incomplete heart
I know you must be miserable right now
Watching our old shows cast sheeps' eyerolls at the thought of loving me again
Sweet like cheerwine fresh from vine
Cold like the ice cubes left to fill it
I've lived in a swill village
since we've been apart
I'm an incomplete heart
Steeped in the brine you're the Soba Noodles
And I'm the P.B. left to fill it
I've lived in a swill village
since we've been apart
I'm an incomplete heart
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Laverne Chicago, Illinois
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