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Rubber Collection
00:41
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Blair
01:52
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Saw my glass shatter into bits
Saw the death hidden in the remnants
I didn’t cringe, and I didn’t cry
I didn’t even say goodbye
I still have a little bit to kill
I still have a few things to do
I feel the wind is blowin in my soul
Picking up the pain and eating it whole
Don’t wanna snowball down the hill
I wanna fuck with gravity’s whole deal
This world is hot and this world is shitty
This world is cold and this world is pretty
I go inside just to go out again
It’s my ultimate imperfect plan
Sometimes it’s not what you scream
Sometimes it’s what you whisper to yourself inside the shower steam
I’m writing lyrics and my mom checks on me
I got the illness but the cure’s around me
It feels a bit like synthesis
The minor lord and the major hiss
Occasionally see a therapist
I play guitars pianos and drum kits
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3. |
Tired Eye
04:08
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Tired eye of blood pools
Tired mind, i cannot do this
Tired eye
I want to start over with this truth torn on you
Audrey eye cut in two wonderful, wonderful rainbows, black and light
Tired eye seers and dices
Deny all that's good for your health
It's fine to lose
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4. |
No Meta
03:22
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Sands of time / grapes of wrath
Everything painted over
Welcome to twin suns
They will become soon exploded
Sands of time / grapes of wrath
Everything Unsaid
It’s terrible what we’ve done
The murder of a Light City
So I go and make my escape into my home, the calm lake
One desire
No design
No meta
Is this what we’ve become?
Twin exploding suns
Check mark check it off
Though it’s never not worth it
No meta
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Air Conditioning
02:59
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This static must be unearthed
It must ring fair and true across this haven water
It must boil and grow and come to bloom
Immediate satisfaction is a fuck
In the hot and cold reality of our lives, ashes reign supreme
Wasps get the backhand While the weather flows bipolar Onto you and me
Propellers pop
Love hangs on the wall and makes its bed in the bartender’s callus
It’s worth ever dollar, forever Sucking away at the corner of my eye
My own love sits on the floor, protecting my disarray emoji
Long shore adornments ending contracts with manufacturers
Iced-over Propellers cry for those who work there
Those who work there do not mind
A chandelier swingin in the hall like a hanged man
We don’t grieve
We just see it as dirt And air conditioning
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6. |
Do Your Soft Dance
01:55
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7. |
Straight On
02:29
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Quite some time, I been sittin' it out
Didn't take no chances
I was a pris'ner of doubt.
I knocked down the wailin' wall
Ain't no sin
Got the feel of fortune; deal me in
Comin' straight on for you. You made my mind.
Now I'm stronger. Now I'm comin' through
Straight on, straight on for you
Straight on for you.
Now I know I got to play my hand
What the winner don't know, a gambler understands
My heart keeps playin' it through
with you, my friend
I'll take my chances on you again and again
Comin' straight on for you. You made my mind
Now I'm stronger. Now I'm comin' through
Straight on, straight on for you
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8. |
Meteor
03:58
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I’m getting on
I’m speeding up
I’m lonely but I’ve come so far from the ocean floor
Searching for a pearl
Drowning for a pearl
Watch me rummaging through this ship wreckage just to find someone nice and who wants me
Someone who says, “Daaamn.” When they think of me
Someone who’s my kind who doesn’t think twice about saying my name
I’m burning
But I have come far from this meteor
I don’t think twice cause it’s alright
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Sangs Gainesville, Florida
Sangs is Ed ward Din ar do on guit ar, voic es, and var i ous oth er in stru ment s .
Suggested listening: Nlues, Heart With Glitch, Hawk Mountain, Fiend Hemono
Sangs recommends:
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I played bass on this. Arthur Medrano sang and played guitar and Richard Watkins played drums.
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