1. |
Eyes Roll Back
02:13
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I took a long walk
On a day that used to matter a little bit to me
Walking high, walking low
I need something to make my eyes roll back
It's still a sign if you seek it out, right?
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2. |
Familiar Faces
02:22
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I slept a sleep that I never slept before
How could I be here
If constructs prove me to be simply sleeping?
I can taste the smell of the air
Feel the brush rush into my face
It's so real
And I'm a little embarrassed
That in my dream I am married to a familiar face
But who the fuck is that person
And where the fuck am I walking
Can't put my finger on it
I'm snapping out of it
I've got a name for every place
And every face
It's just another night of this shit
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3. |
Luck Pains
03:05
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I've got a pain in my chest where my heart used to be
And if you're lucky you'll be just fine
I'm talking real pain
Tightening, frightening me
And if you're lucky you'll be just fine
We are all intelligent being
And if you're lucky you'll be just fine
But our brain can't tall pain from loss and better than we can
She told him to be the bigger man
And I never stood shorter than that
I can no longer feel the tingling in my fingers
The tinging in my toes
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4. |
Plea
03:16
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What is getting away, anyway?
And should I let you go, babe?
I'm seeing a trend:
Escapism mindset
There's so much power in the word 'go'
Pales in comparison to the word 'no'
When gone is something
Forgotten another
Gone in sight
Gone in mind
Gone my way
And I'm going gone as the times goes by
And I guess it's a plea
As sad as it sounds
I'm asking you to be there
As sad as it sounds
So heed my rhetorical plea
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5. |
Warped Wall
03:33
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I'm a producer, too
I produce the goods to consume
A politician in a way
I give the people what they want
I've got a warped wall keeping me in
I've got a strong force keeping them out of my zone
But I've got an abundance to give
If I can just find a way
My back's on the floor
The cold hardwood floor
My brain is thinking of a reason
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6. |
Grave Name
02:37
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I feel extra strange
Seeing my name on a stone
I got a grave name
Seeing my name on a stone
I've got a grave name
Some extra change
To sense a brave feeling that my two cents
Are nothing more than borrowed change
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Worstkind Collective Brooklyn, New York
a collection of lo-fi recordings, jukebox style.
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