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nazca
03:39
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give up - give a little time
waste it as if it wasn't mine
when you stack up all your yesterdays
and your hands grow older than your face,
is it fine? can you read the major lines?
sell it like i was never there
harmless as long as you don't stare
when the sea gets covered by growing vines
and my phone sings me to sleep at night,
am i fine? can i write a better life?
i thought i saw you on a railway
but the station's closed on snowy days
it's true - i see you all the time
and i'm stuck for months in a seaside town
reading the signs with growing frowns
it's you - writing off deadlines
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size nines
03:02
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call it off, if you're still down to talk
can you read my letters upside down?
because i'm hanging from the ceiling, always
my shoes above the door
i've got friends who see me
and friends who i ignore
and a parking lot is hard to walk upon
when the concrete cracks the same way every day
but i'm drawing a map despite this
respite, "i'm here to talk"
the pain in my feet there always shaving off my thoughts
see, all the books i read make no difference in between
a stray dog in the street and in this dark
i think she's lost
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3. |
horizontal
00:50
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i feel you're wasting your time here
i can see it in your stride as you walk on by
i think you've had enough to drink,
repulsive things you say get more and more refined
you say it's fine
but i'm getting sick of this east-west divide
divining what you say from where you stand,
and not the letters that you write
there's a lot to do, so do it - i'm not pushing you this time
i trust you have the strength for just a few lines
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4. |
amelia earhart
03:44
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is it safe to say i'm sorry for what i've done?
lying down on a slated floor, my wrist begins to run
i was coughing out my ribs after just a couple hits
of every small aggresion i've known taken at once
is it cool to stick around for the lights-off?
come and see me in my room, always speaking off the cuff
and just like children build toy houses out of plastic blocks and boxes
i'm just looking for a refuge to call my own
but it's cool, and it's calm - it's difficult outside
and the fear stacks in twisted assembly lines
ecstatic gears, and wasted years, lack of willingness to grow
but it's still cool to be here, romanticised or no
is there a bullshit mathematic for where i stand?
fingers crack to spinal tap, and my doubt's gone with the lamp
so follow me to the ceiling at the apex of your breathing
i've got with me every single thought i need
try to regain some duplicity
like amelia earhart disappeared in ciphered breeze
difficult to find the place inside the atlantic where it was made
but it's still you in that blank haze
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faded "heroes" sleeve
04:28
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your stepfather gave to me a collection of his old CDs
that were gathering dust on a pinewood shelf
at the centre of the earth that was your house
remember you in your room
irreverent in your self-inflicted wounds
and the guesture of you turning away
diffused our moods, it gave our bones some space
you always needed more than me
i see you move with me -
you fold a faded "Heroes" sleeve
into something blunt, something to take away
an object monolithic in its power to absorb names
and i hated it, the way you spoke,
i found solace in your teeth and my ingrown clothes
so take them away with the driver's seat
i was saccharine green, you were expertise
it's my duty to pull the black card twice
it's all i can take in sheet mental ice
it's a gating system that pulls away
while all i do is shout for someone else's name
nothing i ever said was anything but an arrow towards your head
and everything you hate, there was so much more
spread out into a red target on your bedroom floor
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boston
03:33
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on a parkside bench besides the end of all the rest
there'll be drawings of hands all on the floor
and we're arguing over the size of your plans
and the size of the stars between steel bars
on a loose end, poor excuse for regiment
do you wanna be lined up on a wooden floor?
biting that someone you once called friend
could take a second chance to leave a second scar
maybe this is a one-time thing
i'm clinging to my hopes that you can set aside your knives for now
never cared that much for what you say
asking questions about where i want to be
can we exclude the future for a while?
and i'm with you in boston, i think you're getting dressed
i hear you on the phone
you're sounding like a magistrate,
tossing words through an understanding that i don't know
i'm out of change, i can't swallow this kind of change
i'm not made for digging holes all on my own
despite the things i said, i am missing you to death
so leave a message, i'm coming home
i'm a skeleton at best - i don't need you in my chest
just another organ that i can't call my own
and i'm with you in boston, i think you're getting dressed
i'm with you on the phone
you're sounding like i'm becoming second best
i don't need a contender to hold my own
give it a rest - take it to sundays past
when i was still around and you were worth the show
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luna
05:02
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maybe what i need isn't a cog in a machine
but a nudge in right direction back to you
your footsteps followed suit, over a better thing to lose
and you know it's such an awful thing to know
give it all to me, i am the pipes beneath the streets
redirecting all your fears to somewhere new
it's easier like this, i'll take the burden if you wish
and set it off when all your sails come to shore
sometimes i expect the moon
to fall out of the sky and crush me while i'm standing next to you
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8. |
irene hixon whitney
03:44
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lost in a metro, when you rear your head and talk
tell me something sweet, tell me anything you want
straight line knife-edge, you can fit anywhere at all
but it's probable you'll settle on my bathroom floor
and the trapped nerve knows its place in a quiet radio
where we can sit, we can let transistors give a subtle glow
chewing chalk, you spat out something dark and tall
under mottled pendulum, you swing into your fall
forgive me if i seem serpentine or uneasy
go home alone, i'll stay and feel umbilical
crossed a bridge, then everything got very cool
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Parker Lee York, UK
lo-fi for the dividing nights
jowan // annie
get in touch; parkerleedawg@gmail.com
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