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Vitamin L
03:39
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Drawn in autumn leaves
Carried away
These awful things around discreet
Somewhere we
Still make love
Still polish drinks and laugh through our noses
*
This is the place I stay
Bloody and holding guns
A case of wasted thoughts on the telephone
Stained, capital letters say
To fuck off
Leaving the past to me
Fake awake because you’re so out of touch with yourself
*
Desire away from enemy’s we’ve made
finding a place I can wrestle my mind into shape
*
Can I still change my lines
Under ground
Famous mind
I’m someone I don’t know about
Saving up
Vacant lungs
Say things that
I try to just think around
I’m waking up unimpressed
Undressed
Collarbone rings
Broken from that fall you took in spring
Always blocks away from home still not sure
If I’ll make it or sleep in my car
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2. |
Finch
04:43
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All those words you’d rather
Still Feel good about
I mean it when I speak
I mean it when I wallow in the sleet
Lose focus
Of things I think about
I’m feinting In my sleep
Im useless a lost imagination
*
Now that I’m longing for another word
A glance or a sleight of hand in my direction
This is my mind nothing marvellous
staying focus on the roads or the ditch
*
finding out
You fell back off
I was the town
The town in which you walked in
Still find out
Where I might rot
Calm down, around, off
*
Am I just another fucking ring?
I brought a lot of bags
I sit back and wonder
Maybe that’s
The reason that
We don’t talk whatsoever
Always in or out but never fully in
Visions from the summer
Circling together while filling the room
*
Free from the grips of you now
I Stood over it
No, not over it at all
Dated by the local images I can
Go back home
Go back home
But you don’t
*
Cause it’s all I know
Call it what you want
I’m done
*
Stay right here
Stay right here alone
*
But I walked up
Found your stairs at night
Emptied out on the side
Of you table
Watching smoke Dance
In Circles above your head
While you say
Some days are just some days
*
I grabbed my shoes and I stood up for the door
I’ve got a handfuls
Of containers you want more?
Watched and chain smoked in circles above your head
as you say
That Some days
Are just
Some days
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3. |
Rose
03:00
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Your legs
All muddy
Been up and out of everything of late
Right now i feel safe, I look funny
I’m losing my shit in the corner trying to breathe
Hopefully
*
What happens next?
Yeah I came stumbling out from the basement
Back to back against the world
Sizing me up I’m acting small but
Still running reds
Still closed eyes through intersections
Your balance unresponsive
But I’d still take it over comfortable nights
*
But I’ll leave it all behind
Iron lung
Always watching life, from outside
Use your words
Be closer to the surface
Constantly unclear
And always on my back out
*
I loathe these old roses
A garden I’ve sunk feet
Appear in front of me
Stay close to your neck of
The woods that you drove yourself in
Covering trees and the taller buildings
*
There’s sewing circles in the way
We live, consuming shit to make us feel right
There is
Still something grace of fall
Couldn’t tell you what it means im at a loss
It’s just lost
It’s just lost
It’s just a
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4. |
Shift Into Shade
04:03
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Hold the fort I’ll wait it out
Covering blue sky’s I can’t think about
All of this is wild I can’t take it
Peels off to the west side I’ll meet you there
So I can face it
Times taking me anywhere
*
I’ve Been far too close to it before
Feeling the wind through open doors
You’ve got your ways
Keeping up your clouded health
Of all things
disregarded the mental state
I’ve been in
Falling away from
The balance you you made
Forget the walls we helped shape
(Meet, do it over again)
*
To my surprise eyes
Hardly flicker anymore
Followed right behind heels
Small leaps out the side door
But Ive been leaving life
A hand out of open windows
Cover me in the stale light
Ill shift into shade
*
Felt lost in the basement
Exposure of images
While shaking around apartments
A cold hand closing in
I kept close
A bottle of opioids
Make off with a six’er decaying health
Nothing is feels align in my life
Like it did before
*
So wait it out
It’ll all work out
Confined within my mind for so long
*
I drove distance on the 11
Mad life I’m sick a’ night
So be me on the fucking wing
I’m settling
Yeah I’m settling
*
There’s a place at the party after
We can both get high and leave
Used to soft holding onto the shoulder
Used to looks you’d throw my way
Show me to the world
Hiding in cold
Show me to he world
*
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5. |
Rio Bravo
03:47
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Who would have thought that I could be yours
Ill stay right hear with all the things I’ve been ignoring
For so long never been
Couldn’t know if I could be yours
I’d stay right here
Never enough
Always in your ear
*
But We slid
into all the rest stops again
Drank luckys and test the govern
Of My 07 civic
Shaking and rattling
On the fence always on edge
You tell me to breathe in
But I fear that I’ll fail
*
Life has meaning this front seat
The world was spinning out around me
I’m still here
Still on this side
Keep the wheels inbetween the lines
You’ve got nerve to say that you mean it
When you don’t
When you don’t
8
Tired
Tired
Tired and all that you
Find
Find
Is something that you wanted to lose
By now I know
*
Nothing planned I’m happy leading life
Cannot I water eyes
You don’t mind if I’ll call you right now
Hair dancing out the backs of windows
I’m still looking rough
And foggy from the waves of a weighted sun
*
I’m caught up in the rain
I still feel the same
Just fire, butane
Don’t feel it
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6. |
Questionable
03:43
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When I
Detach from things
Driving around staring at a flask
I see the danger behind my eyes
Never coming back
I woke up
I went out
reached for her keys in my jacket
July yawns onto Arnold Ave
Winds through things I don’t notice
*
But in weeks my life was a sad song Staring at an empty street
Teething and thinning then giving up
To less than a boring city
Everything I write shows in my face
*
Cop light reflects off a car door
I see where you want me to be
That leaking bottle of Irish
It’s myself against
myself again
*
Ducking out of any good decision
A kneecap hitting flow
Bad end no apology it’s over
And I’m over by the door
Found out
Where to fall asleep in the colors
The bruises on my knees
Sink in
To where I feel I fit in
Not anymore
*
But in weeks my life was a sad song staring at an empty street
fleeting then thinning and giving up
To less than a boring city
Everything I write shows in my face
*
Cop light reflects off of a car door
I see where you want me to be
That leaking bottle of Irish
it’s myself against myself against
Myself again
Myself again
Myself again
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7. |
The Admiral
04:03
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Been falling apart as the forest decays
The flowers in your mouth
And I used to it?
Or am I not getting used at all
Stay through
Countless nights I spend awake
Blaming it all on the pills Ive been vocal but honestly nothing to say
*
Dressed up you can assume I’ve got
Room in this broken car to leave I’m just not
Feeling the room
My Bruise hands gripping onto the steering wheel
So get gone
Stay gone
No life in leaving town
Feel off
It’s all wrong
Not settled or vibing yet
*
To loved to be this awful
Too over it to care
Still Stuck with the parking break on
A fuzzy mess of the past year
Black stains, ash and the empty’s
Last thing you want is comfortable
Yeah I guess I expected it
Just didn’t see the cave til now
Feel like I need you right now
*
That fact I’ve been alone
I keep closed
Bottled up
I found love
I never found god
But never know where I’ve been
I see it all
Both sides of you
Not falling asleep anytime soon
I’m faded by the waves and the movement
*
Those days are gone and everything
I wanted
Is gone with in it
*
I cant keep sinking my teeth in
Just to give up half through
Can’t keep
Sinking teeth in
Just to give up and not got through
It’s a lose lose
situation I am putting myself in
I’ve got plans
I’ve plans
But I’ll never do shit about it
All of this life in here
Same place same bad fears
I Cant stand, read my lips
That I’ve done nothing
done nothing
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Little Cowboy Records Winnipeg, Manitoba
soft sad music for soft sad people
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