1. |
The Bramble
05:29
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I have a bike and I might ride it
To the ocean on a Sunday
I have a likeness ‘cross some rivers
I might write him from this prison cell
Let’s have the fun, 25 or 6 to none
I just want to see someone
So they can help me be someone
I can really be no fun
When I’m staring at the sun
From the barrel of a gun
And the trigger is the plunge
But the bullets feel so plush
I am always in a rush
Face the waves, the sea she rise
On the way we read their subject lines
Where nothing feels like love
Might cock the gun back, don’t it feel like love?
Can’t swim when the river’s lost and the world swims
Two souls apart
Parking lot of the courtyard
Kia boxed in, what a farce
On a loveship that’s the spark
Mr. Magic, where you art?
I’m right here now, never far
This shit tears my soul apart
I will tear your soul apart
I will tear your soul apart
I will tear your soul apart
From the bramble of the garden
With the soil that’s the toil
And sometimes it’s just too hard
It will tear my soul apart
From the bramble of the garden
I will bear my soul and heart
Might be lonely there to start
But it’s the only tree to bark
From the bramble of the garden
From the bramble of the garden
From the bramble of the heart
The bramble, the heart
From the bramble of the garden
From the bramble of the garden
From the bramble of the heart
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2. |
No Future
03:04
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All I see is no future
No future, no future
All the weekends I’m losin’
Perusin’ all the landmines
They never explode
But have smoked a thousand times
I’m ‘bout to implode
But I’m bound by secret science
I’m fleein’ no future
I’m givin’ up the world they told
Other people, they know futures
They know to invest into the lord
He’ll settle the score
So we’ve got the shore for now
But I’ll never record
If I can’t be alone
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3. |
With the Flood
05:47
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Let’s take it slow
I broke my phone again
Choked on my tone my friend
Splayed in your smoke den
Why do I pry these times
Only you speak smiles
What’s in your eyes fleets
Duck and cover, you know that we’re goin’ down
I’m with the flood gettin’ loose in the cockpit now
It’s in my blood to crash the plane and
Do it again
It never ends so I stop to think whole thoughts
And it mends a benevolent swindle
Brought me to your feet, I only wanna take a walk
Then my money spent and my time is wrinkled
Caught up in the sink ‘cuz the reticent sings the song
Fuck the beach I only want the world untaught
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4. |
Love Hotel
05:33
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It could be you and me in a love hotel
I could never spell it out
Walking on that crooked line
With that sparrow on the foggy sea
I’ll drink the brine
Just hook it up for me
I will dig my feet into the beach
While the waves crash
Sitting on my back
Was the little earth I latched onto
Burning while we watched it yawning?
Eyes made of plasma
While the pigeons had their spasms
We were born to have sciatica
It could be doom and trees in a love hotel
I could never spell it out
Stalking on that crooked vine
With that sparrow over all the trees
I’ll take a hike
I will live in leaves
I will tumble down into the creek
While snakes rattle beneath my backpack
They will slither in with claptrap
Just a little venom sinks in the bite, fast
The Times had me yawning
While the weapons had them fawning
I am guided by the beauty of our lamb
You will die
Bye bye
Oh my
You will die
Alive
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5. |
Eggs
05:17
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Wake up
Turn into a blue lake
Fishing for your legs
To sizzle the eggs in the frying pan
Make a cup
And sip it on the fire escape
Fire’s in your brain
And there’s no escape, hey
The coffee is great
And the blacktop oil is dank
And your laptop you could just break
But the cloud’s got all your making
Give up
You never wanted anything
Now all you want is the same
As everyone else: yourself
Eggs
The ones with the runny yoke
All we do is poke
Day after day, the game
Hit the dank with the sploof in
But the blank is the true blue
And the cloud’s how they lose you
Again and again
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6. |
Hold Inside
06:34
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What you hold inside?
What you keepin’ from me
Tonight?
Don’t hide
Every time you lie
It emboldens me
To try
To try
What’s beneath your eyes?
They’re brown and mine are green
Soft light, fall nigh
I don’t believe the signs
I smelled the potpourri
But not the scythe
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7. |
Littlest Right
03:11
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Things you said made the world beat so
Silverest thing in the redwood snow
Bleeding heart run the creek down low
Fillin' me up, how could we ever remember dreams?
Feelin' like a monk in a sickly slump
Always wanna cry but the tears won't come yet
Passionate eyes on elaborate roads
Hope I don't die before I get old
Measure of time made the fields unfold
Hope I don't die before I get old
Just a little bit of haunt but I want your soul
Littlest right in the world so wrong
Sun is bright and the river wide
Close my eyes and drink the blinds in
You been usin' your life just to peel what dried
Hate nobody 'cuz we all just try
Hate nobody 'cuz we all just try
Hate nobody 'cuz we all just die
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Loosie Brooklyn, New York
fever dream pop // dreamy stark noisy washy melancholic loving
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