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Song For Lot's Wife
03:40
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I was there tears in my eyes
You gave me a line about how boys don't cry
Well I guess that's not what I am
Well I guess I’m something else entirely
So I became a monster on the inside
something broken and cruel
Started setting everything on fire
There wouldn’t be anything left in this town
It's always the worst in the summers
After all I am my mother's son
Angry and irrational and so fucking dumb
That's what my grandfather passed down to us
So if you want to be with me now
You need to know something else
I'll never take up that shape again
Not for you, not for anyone
But I'll gladly become a pillar of salt
if it means I can sleep again at night
So when you see me look back at what i caused
I'm sure you'll start to smile
When everything turns to ashes
Under the hot California sun
I'll feel thankful for everyone i loved
None of it was mistake, even the mistakes
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2. |
Geographical Descents
01:35
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I said I'd meet you down north
I was moving up the west coast
My heart was in my throat
I knew I wasn't supposed to be here
I wish I could go back there
I thought it was pretty nice
But I left a ghost in that place
It keeps following me around
That's why I did a geographic
It's the only thing I've ever known
Thought if I went enough hours north
Everyone would’ve forgotten I was born
But the real truth of it is
I’m the dark cloud in the sky
I’m the rain that’s falling on your head
And I don’t even know why
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3. |
Samuel
06:26
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I am running up the hill to warn you about what’s coming
Hysterical words and histrionics exiting my mouth
You look at me as if I’m a man possessed by a wild beast
I wish I could bridge the gap between our perspectives
You send me off packing like I am a lost child
But I promise there is something very important I need you to know
I wish that I wasn’t like this, I wish this often
Take one last look at the night sky, wonder if it’ll be the last time I’m here
And when it all falls down, it won’t look like a movie
And when the smoke fills my lungs, I won’t be able to say a thing
And when I look at the blue sky, I’ll see everything I imagined
But even though I know it’s coming, I will not feel any better
I imagine somewhere deep in the forest where the creatures roam so peacefully
Living in a kind of serenity, that has eluded me my whole life
And I lay there and I cry, for them and for everybody else
Thinking about if it would’ve been easier if I had been born another kind of creature
Focus on that for a while, as the ground begins to shake
Smell hydrangeas in the air, and I crack a little smile
The grass on the back of my neck feels just like your soft fingertips
So I feel safe here no matter what comes afterwards
As the earth swallows me up I will think about another world
One where the words in my head go directly to yours
We will smile, and we will rejoice together
When I get there will be soft grass under my feet
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4. |
Closed Highway
03:10
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I picked the petal out of that rose bush
It stung as it began to rip into my hand
I'll never be back here again
You're all little figments of my memories
Research chemicals coursing through my blood
Babbling on and on about things we won't remember
Eyes bloodshot as I look at the peeling paint
There's a certain amount of pain I'm gonna have to live with
The pictures of you and me are gonna go away
There won't be any proof left of us
The places we went won't be there anymore
And the roads will all turn into fine fine dust
Lay in the grass think about you for a while
Fifth of whiskey and bag of mushrooms in my stomach
Look up at all the stars in the sky
Think about what it'd feel like to run into traffic
I struggle thinking about where I fit into
Which puzzle piece do I look most like?
Is there a spot in line left for me?
Or will I be stuck hanging out near the dumpsters
I can barely remember anything about you
You are just a little constellation
A speck of dust in the night sky
And I will become as bright as a Supernova
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5. |
The Lonely Viscount
02:56
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The sky looks like it's about to fall
And the birds look like they'll plummet to the ground
The leaves wilting and turning to dust
Fissures digging into the earth for comfort
This land is the only one I've ever known
I am it's one and only protector
And when I lay my head down in the sand
My tears start to flow like a vast Nimbostratus
And the pillar begin to turn to rubble
No matter where I look I can't find anyone
And the moon turns a sickly fetid red
We are all such weak little matchstick houses
When I see the fire coming down the hill
I won't even try to run away from it
And when the fire consumes me and everything I love
I'll look up and see 3 bluebirds overhead
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6. |
Spring Will Come
03:33
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There I am
Blood across my fingertips
In a land
That is not my mine
And I am lost
and afraid
Without you around
From the highest perch
I can see across the valley
It is vast
And it is intimidating
But no matter
Where I look
You’re nowhere to be found
Inside a royal hall
I find somewhere to sit
On a massive throne
Made of blood and ash
But I will wait here
For you
Even if it takes a decade
And when I smell rose petals in the air
And when I hear the sound of heels clinking
I will look for your
Face in the distance
And when I see you once again
I will give a wide smile
And there will be a great celebration
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You are sleeping off your demons
When I come home
Spittle bubbling on your lips
Fine white foam
I am young and I am good.
It's a hot southern California day
If I wake you up, there will be hell to pay
And alone in my room,
I am the last of a lost civilization
And I vanish into the dark
And rise above my station
Rise above my station
But I do wake you up, and when I do
You blaze down the hall and you scream
I'm in my room with the headphones on
Deep in the dream chamber
And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face
Hoping you don't break my stereo
Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without
And so I think about that and then I sorta black out
Held under these smothering waves
By your strong and thick veined hand
But one of these days I'm going to wriggle up on dry land
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The Seizing Coast California
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