1. |
Sesame
05:17
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The quilted pillows of my home
Although it’s no longer my own
Can’t quite provide for what’s in store
But who could really ask for more?
Marionette there on the floor
I know I’ve seen her there before
Under what pretense did she come?
Underwear says she’s had her fun
But something does not ring true
It’s nothing personal, only you
The pieces fell they’re falling still
Collect them in your jar of will
Your platform’s huge, your thoughts are tied
To something in but not inside
The pieces fell they’re falling still
I was never ready for this world
But circumstances can’t be ruled
Revolving chambers empty out
Barreling through my dizzy mouth
I am ill as I am thin
I always will I’ve always been
The screws and levers in your head
Came out as all the words you said
Something just does not ring true
It’s nothing personal, only you
Your platform’s huge your thoughts are tied
To something in but not inside
The pieces fell they’re falling still
But something does not ring true
It’s nothing personal, only you
The pieces fell they’re falling still
Collect them in your jar of will
Your platform’s huge, your thoughts are tied
To something in but not inside
The pieces fell they’re falling still
Give credit where you will
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2. |
Lydia Elle
04:56
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I look to you to bring meaning over here
But your spotlight eyes burn blue on me
Animating all my fears
Sitting, sweating, think I’m getting nervous
As I skin my lips
Head held in my hands and my face slips through my fingertips
Talk me up you talk me up
Will you be there to back me up?
A stupid thing to ask, I know
When Cupid’s smashed up all his bows
Head to toe you’re dressed for show
Telling all that’s clear to know
Something black, something true
Something borrowed, something blue
And I see you now but I don’t see how
In an instant we’ll fade in the distance
It all goes backwards once you realize
That it’s not everything you’re seeing when you cling
To what seeps in your liquid eyes
Open your mind. Open your legs
Sorry, I missed what you said
Wait I know now, what it’s about
This is what it’s all about
Can I be you now? But I don’t see how
In an instant we’ll fade in the distance
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3. |
Turtle
03:42
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This is what you said to me, you know I don’t know
Everything you said to me, you know I don’t know
Every time I talk to you, you know I don’t know
Every word you said to me, you know I don’t know
Oh no, no, no I’m slow as a turtle
Oh no, no, no I’m slow as a turtle
Oh no, no, no I’m slow as a turtle
Oh no, no, no I’m slow as a turtle
Every time I talk to you, you know I don’t know
Every word I said you, you know I don’t feel
Every time I talk to you, you know I don’t care
Every time I look at you, you know I…
Don’t know
Don’t know
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4. |
Barnaby J.
05:12
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Falling out, I watch the sky
My worries fall away with all that fills my eyes
Calling out, there’s nothing here
Nothing hard to throw my voice back to my ears
Too many starts can kill the heart
Too many hands are cut off feeling in the dark
Foundation’s strong but still the rungs
Are hung in pastures where the grass just rolls much greener
It’s all been taken care of
Just give it all and shut up
Sometimes I get too tired to maintain my spinning plates
My spirit crawls with pale desire for my hopes to dissipate
Be yourself by yourself, it seems a running theme
My patience falls away when I stumble upon your little schemes
It’s all been taken care of
Just give it all and shut up
If you have to ask, then maybe
It’s just because you’re lazy
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5. |
Digit
05:21
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Somewhere between my head and my eyes
I found a place to reside
But every time I see you crying
I don’t know where to hide
Nowhere to hide
Oh heaven help me now
Oh heaven help me now
I’m just a digit
Just a statistic
Every time I see you laughing
Something wells inside
Only as it might be
I’m not sure I can try
Nowhere to hide
Oh heaven help me now
Oh heaven help me now
I’m just a digit
Just a statistic
Somewhere between my head and my eyes
I found a place to reside
But every time I see you laughing
I don’t know where to hide
Nowhere to hide
Oh heaven help me now
Oh heaven help me now
I’m just a digit
Just a statistic
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6. |
Smoldering Black
04:36
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Moving through a flooded street
I know where this dream will take me
Toward your wooden nest
Of awkward rooms and invitations
The stairs lead to your room
They warn with every creak and moan
But I’m behind the door before I even think to go
Push a kiss through your teeth
Penetrate, enclose me
I can’t seem to shake
The flowers that spilled from your mouth so long ago
Oh sweet rose, I know you’ve got deep roots
I put your thorn into my palm
We meet beneath a rushing room
And all resolve dissolves
Push away and turn around
I feel how much your inside suffers
Desire requires that we act now
But some girls are quicker than others
Push a kiss through your teeth
Penetrate, enclose me
I can’t seem to shake
Those hours I spent in your mouth so long ago
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7. |
Template
03:42
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Streams of children spilling out
From chutes of parents’ training wheels
Must take the chair for what you spout
And still hold fast to your ideals
The world of now, the sound of space
The light and years behind your face
Building small dams, making room
To let the warm things bloom
Won’t shake the feeling
It all gets better in time
The thought’s unfettered in my mind
It’s almost too appealing
Push further than you’ve ever been
You’ve got the template
I’ll take you in
Don’t hesitate
You radiate
I always though that I’d have time
I never took control of mine
Weeks would pass and then the years
How did I end up here?
Minds and voices that you’ve known
Holding seeds that should be sown
Falling in and right behind
Lost in a number and a line
Won’t shake the feeling
It all gets better in time
The thought’s unfettered in my mind
It’s almost too appealing
Push further than you’ve ever been
You’ve got the template
I’ll take you in
Don’t hesitate
You radiate
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8. |
Wickety Wac
04:18
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Don’t think I don’t feel your eyes on my back
I’m going up this time and I’m wickety wacked out
Wickety wacked out
Wickety wacked out and whacked out
Wickety wacked out
Wickety wacked out and whacked out
I’m fighting a war in my head
There’s no one there but I can see the dead
You turn me on when I’m weak
And every time I’m in too deep
Oh yeah, I think so
Oh yeah, I know
Oh yeah, feel what you’ve done
Your numbers on my head have spun
When I think about what we said
The world’s not real red
But I think it’s bled me dry
Don’t think I don’t feel your eyes on my back
I’m going up this time and I’m wickety wacked out
Wickety wacked out and whacked out
Wickety wacked
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9. |
Polka-Dot-Frock
02:41
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Pretty powder in my head
Doesn’t know they’re all in my bed
When I see you shifting for me
When I see you shifting for me
I don’t know why you have come
When I see you smiling from
The corner hallway in my heart
When you left me
Pretty powder makes me dead
When I see you’re in ahead
Jesus Christ has lost his mind
And I don’t keep what I can’t find
I have lost it all before
Now I know what choice is at my door
Pretty powder on my head
When I see you smile in bed
Sitting on this candle light
I guess I’m not that bright
When I lift you up you’ll stay
When you see me smile and praise
And I will see right around your heart
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Fort Lowell Records Wilmington, North Carolina
Independent
Record Label
[Est. 2009]
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