1. |
Face to Face
05:00
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Flooded in morning light
Try to see but I am blind
Know where I am, not quite
At Least the sun will keep me warm
As the frost melts from my face
And the blood dries in my veins
We will come face to face
What it is, not quite
See the early light
Tidal rolling sounds
Got me feeling like...
No clouds in the sky
And no leaves upon the trees
Time is passing by
Morning light don't shine on me
Will this hot sun ever set?
Will I meet a lonely death?
Will we come Face to Face?
What it is, not quite
See the early light
Tidal rolling sounds
Got me feeling like...
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2. |
Seawall
02:41
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I've been staring at my feet
Trying to see what's on the ground
I guess it only fits
That things been looking down
My heels are digging holes
Down into this mud
I feel it in my soul
And taste you in my blood
I've seen the seawalls break
For my entire life
I fear the ten-foot waves
I fear the melting ice
Bitter are the days
The nights I can't assume
It's obvious to everyone
Who is eating whom
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3. |
Heavy on My Mind
03:44
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I can't stand to feel this way
Cause what they do, is no game
Burning all the bridges I have left
The only thing, that lets me rest
I haven't slept for days
I'm feeling nauseous all the time
Cause what's in my brain
It's all so stupid anyway
It's all so stupid anyway
Every person an idea
To broken apart, with goals unclear
But it's not too late to turn the page
We can't be left, in this dark age
I haven't slept for days
I'm feeling nauseous all the time
Cause what's in my brain
It's all so stupid anyway
It's all so stupid anyway
I haven't slept for days
I'm feeling nauseous all the time
Cause what's in my brain
It's all so stupid anyway
It's all so stupid anyway
We're all so stupid anyway
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4. |
Dig Me a Hole
04:01
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It's too dark not to see the harvest moon
Risen from the ashes of a burning afternoon
It's as big as a fist
Too pertinent not to slip by you
Sweating
Trembling
Nauseated
Curled up
On my bed by the river
As the cars roll on
Their eyes are the only thing that the crumbling curb stops
From rolling me over
When the morning comes
No one calls
It's all too real
Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel
Nothing calls
You're not real
Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel
They took my asylum
And they took my mattress
Uncomfortable seeing my prelude to death
So come one come all
And see my open casket
Free of admission
To see what I got left
No one calls
It's all too real
Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel
Nothing calls
You're not real
Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel
Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel
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Track Meat Amherst, Massachusetts
Amherst/South Shore MA
Vaguely depressing post-punk
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