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Polphin
04:42
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I remember you well,
you stood by your word and said
“I'm in the woods with a blanket.
I've taken a tab, I'm sure that it had
the power to make me see clearly.”
For so long in your time
you've been washed out
and coked up in the floors that you crawl in.
Everybody needs time to move slowly and pause.
To wash out.
You're talking a lot, asking yourself
“What do I even remember?”
Talking a lot, asking yourself,
for words you can't even remember.
So much of your time is spent washed out
and coked up in the floors that you crawl in.
Everybody needs time to move slowly and pause.
Just wash out.
I tried to hold the rope,
you said “this gun is my casket closed.”
I tried to hold the rope.
I said it once, and you didn't want to know.
So much of your time was spent washed out
and coked up in the floors that you've crawl in.
Everybody needs time to move slowly and pause.
I'm washed out.
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2. |
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Here's your poem
the only one I ever wrote.
It's from the heart,
yet lacking any
flames or sparks.
So just tear it apart.
And when you complain that romance is dead
I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.”
Cause you've given up on the trials of love.
You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard.
Lover so gracefully
you trade your bows
for delusions of grandeur
that you've made up.
So just tear it apart.
And when you complain that romance is dead
I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.”
Cause you've given up on the trials of love.
You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard.
And you cried with your jewelry tears
onto your painted mirror.
And when you complain that romance is dead
I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.”
Cause you've given up on the trials of love.
You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard.
You yearn for the loves that have come and gone.
Foolish heart, you try too hard.
When you complain that romance is dead, I'll say
“It is not true, it's only you, fool.”
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3. |
Waste
03:12
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I'll drink you under the table.
You said you didn't know what I mean.
That you were not the one just to settle,
you're waiting on a pattern on a screen.
But who the fuck you talking to,
like you have a clue?
Don't waste my time.
I've got your sign.
Don't waste my time.
I'm not saying my goodbyes.
Everybody hears you
and nobody feels you
when you're crawling through the bathroom floor.
You say you gotta act right
and follow the script
when your name is coming through the door.
But who the fuck you talking to
like you got a crew?
Don't waste my time.
I've got your sign.
Don't waste my time.
I'm not saying my goodbyes.
Who the fuck you talking to
like you have a crew?
Don't waste my time.
I've got your sign.
Don't waste my time.
I'm not saying my goodbyes.
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4. |
In The Pocket
04:14
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Got your hand on the dial,
the beat is the charm you fall for every time,
but you're not one of them.
Hear the soloist cry,
the microphone spits out the intricate lines.
Are you one of them?
No you're not the one to show them where they're going to.
I'm here in the pocket,
and you're a moving target.
It's just a matter of trance,
the rush that you get when you're in front of the band.
You're not one of them.
It's just a question of soul,
passionate pause and complete control,
so you're not one of them.
No you're not the one to show them where they're going to.
I'm here in the pocket,
and you're a moving target.
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For this band I have no emotion.
'Shady Cairn' could drop in the ocean
and float on the tiniest vessel,
and there'd be no regret left to wrestle.
For the truth is I'm not of them,
my aesthetics are much less country.
I long to seek the future,
and all they care for is the past.
I feel just like Brandon Reilly in The Movielife
Though I love the business, something about it just don't feel right.
When you're exploring those places that your heart just cannot go.
The past and future.
Give me seconds in reverse
and I'll show you wicked verse.
All these things you've never heard about me.
Past and future.
I can write you a song man,
I can promise that it won't be boring
trite and overwrought nonsense,
but I could give a fuck if you'd like it.
Cause my songs are my greatest virtue,
they can wrap around and seduce you,
my songs are my greatest honor, kick back
tell me where you're honoured.
Cause I'm just like Brandon Reilly in The Movielife
Though I love the business, something about it just don't feel right.
When you're exploring those places that your heart just cannot go.
The past and future.
Give me seconds in reverse
and I'll show you wicked verse.
All these things you've never heard about me.
Past and future.
When you're exploring those places that your chops just cannot go.
(NO JOHNS)
Past and future.
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6. |
Dirty Animals
04:23
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I am an animal.
I come from the ocean, the uncharted waters
with the luckiest charm.
The crest of a shield on a world that is lost
and it's tattooed on my arm,
and I sing just for myself.
I'm here for the
dealers and boosters prowling for pussy
as if on command.
To tell them that they can't put the world on a chain
resting in the palm of their hand.
So let's all just sing a praise.
I'm a criminal.
Fight off your demons but first take a number
cause you are not yourself.
You've broken the waters and slopped up the tides
you may need some help
to get you through the day.
I am an animal.
I come from the ocean, your uncharted waters
I've got a charm.
The crest of a shield on a world that is lost
and it's tattooed on my arm,
and I sing just for myself.
Praise to those who start at the end
and who know the gift of a friend.
Praise to myself cause I am a shield
planting roots in the gutters that stretch out to fields.
Praise to this life although she's a bitch
even if she's bad and open and thick.
Praise to the lanes who go for me quick
I'll show you these words that's sick
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7. |
Gustavo
03:51
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We're in our bedroom after the war.
Our clothes are thrown all over the floor.
The doors and windows are boarded and locked.
The final blasts go off in coughs.
In our bed is a silent alarm
that keeps us safe when we are unarmed
and causing violence only to us.
Damaging with bite marks and cuts.
Because I am young and so in...
with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in.
Show me all your details in the war
and that it is best to just ignore.
The dead are buried in our backyard.
The flowers grow they're still in our hearts.
We plot their names with stolen art.
It's more of a map and less of a chart.
Because I am young and so in...
with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in.
Show me all your details in the war
and that it is best to just ignore.
Because I am young and so in...love
with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in.
Show me all your details.
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8. |
Missingno
03:48
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I've never been as drunk as I
Am here under lights
With my eyes so wide so green
Teeth clenched to
Kill the scene
I'm waiting for the catastrophe
In my personality.
For it's something more interesting
And cruel
Four punks under the pen
And will of forty young men
Who just mosh for the cause
To scratch behind their claws
They're waiting for the catastrophe
In their personalities.
For it's something more interesting
And cruel
Just let go
Of your history in rust
Just let go
I'm waiting for the catastrophe
In my personality.
for it's something more interesting
And cruel
You know,
You know it's cruel
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Circle pits,
enough to turn me into a loaded clip.
This microphone
can't stand on its own, without you it's unknown.
I'm not dancing on my own
without a cord to guide me home.
Let me hold that down.
See me drowned
deep into the sound, I'm calling for you now.
I'm against the wall.
I was never tall, I stand above you all.
I'm not dancing on my own
without a cord to guide me home.
Let me hold that down.
Circle pits,
enough to turn me into a loaded clip.
This microphone
can't stand on its own, without you it's unknown.
Let me hold that down.
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No escapes,
no getaways,
I can't stay with you.
I talk to myself
but the sound remains
inside my throat, now I can't cope
with the thought that your romance is dead
when all my heart is chasing bars.
So run,
getaway,
because I
won't change.
I talk to myself
but the sound remains
inside my throat, now I can't cope
with the thought that your romance is dead
when all my heart is chasing bars.
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