1. |
I Want Rain to Fall
02:43
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My consciousness drips
I want it to form
Fall down like the rain
Scattered out in the air
I want it to storm
Congeal beside me
Electric typhoon
Cold winds start to blow
I wanna listen to it
Thunderous air
Let it come crashing down
I wanna touch and feel it
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2. |
Sleeper
05:30
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My candle burns upside down
See the earth turn all way round
Stretch the clock till it bends
Catch those minutes with no end
Lights go out and I’m still dazing
Caught up on a sonic daydream
I got blisters on my brain it's all the same the same insane
And in a thousand years, our ghosts will boast of the pacific coast
And the nights we stole from golden slumbers
I’m not living for a number
My heart pounds to a different beat
Syncopated and I’m in the hot seat
Can’t sleep on an amplifier
Hang with reflections but they’re all liars
Pull out songs from the common head space
Keep writing for my mental health’s sake
Live for that creative buzz
Stay up through that late night fuzz
My eyes are blackened like I’m Robert Smith
I can’t cure this affliction
My elastic brain starts to trip
When its stretched out till dawn
My days bleed into those late night chills
And my nights are on loop
I don’t have time to kill, its killing me
I wear my hours like a heavy suit
C’mon baby give it to me
Give me that shut-eye fix
My words are stumbling and my bods on the fritz, I need a total seismic shift
I’m up for more but I’m living less
The days just wash over me
I steering towards a nervous wreck
Fuck I gotta get some sleep
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3. |
Stargazer
06:13
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When I was a little kid
I would stare at constellations
As I grew I also found
I didn’t wanna see them from the ground
I want to touch them there beside me in the void that knows no bounds
Outside this crushing air
Galaxies flow out for all directions
Down here on this little rock
I feel so distant from the buzz around me
I wanna be so far out there
Way out across a moonbeam
Outside my skin
Crazy cosmic swimmer
I wanna be
Here on the peripheral edge
My heart beats but I’m not living
My skull can’t hold my head
It dissipates to the clouds above
Don’t feel like them
I don’t belong to fleshy tissue
From the outside looking in
Do I seem alien to you?
No sides, no edge, no end
Dissolve me in the infinite star chasm
Let my lungs expand
To breath in the stars that burn on and on and on and on
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4. |
Doc Martens
04:32
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My docs are made of flames, high I tower
My docs are trampolines, punk rock power
My sweat is made to fly, high it showers
My kicks aren’t fucking shy, they’re my armor
Throw me in a sea of bodies tatted up like Salvo Dali
Cyclone of throwing fists, counterculture exodus
Beat it out of me
I wanna taste it
Beat it out of me
Live for the mosh pit
I feel so fucking psyched, sound and motion
I sleep a hundred nights when I’m broken
Cleanse me in all the sweat, the piss, the blood, the beer
My head amalgamates, then I’m here
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5. |
Death of Guitar Boy
01:41
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How it goes
Just perception’s ghost
I don’t know
It was a hell of a show
Guitar boys gone
That kid ain’t me
He’s just someone that I used to be
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Get lost in the age of information
Get hooked on that rush of serotonin
We’re fucked when love feels the same as a ding on a tiny screen
Johnny lived for constant media
His head a vacuum for hysteria
He totally knew that a girl would dial in his media profile
Don’t you just need somebody
Yeah to have somebody
Quit freaking out
Snapchat was his chosen mating ground
Asked out the girl with the plastic crown
Her pic got 500 likes, and he was totally psyched, but his phone didn’t ring
He thought he loved her, she didn’t know his name
He went insane to the membrane
It threw him up, and then it tossed him back down, then it swung him around
He was a nervous wreck
Blamed it on his tech
Thought it did him under
So he threw it away
Into the SF bay
Off that copper wonder
But as it left his grasp
She was typing back
Saw his world falling
Dove of the golden gate
Into that foggy straight
And he just kept on swimming
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7. |
Interlude
01:10
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8. |
Siren Song
07:29
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Blink of an eye
It's all over
All of our rivers
Reach the sea
Try to hold on
To some childhood wonder
My worlds changin'
Faster than me
I don’t suffer
I’m done suffering
All that I know
Started crumbling
Try to regain
Some sense of peace
Only the intangible
Is lasting
Keep my memories
On lock and key
I don’t suffer
I’m done suffering
Earth spins so fast
It might throw me
Gotta let go
To hang on
Oceans call out
And I’m listening
Gotta keep swimming
Or I’ll drown
I don’t suffer
I’m done suffering
I don’t suffer
I’m done suffering
Bookshops become cycle bars
Soon it'll be too bright to see the stars
Hipsters come in with buckets of loot
Hippies leave in their barbaloot suits
Absorb me in the metaphysical plane
Soon no one here will even know my name
I’ll write songs all day long
Until my melodies grow big and strong
I felt love for 17 seconds
I wasn’t aware of that feelings existance
I’ll be chasing that feeling
Till my eyes are dim and my lungs can’t keep breathing
Till my eyes are dim and my lungs can’t keep breathing
My lungs can’t keep breathing
Waves crash and tides come in
Washing away the land we thought would stay
I don’t dare get attached
I wade in alone with a guitar on my back
I wade in alone with a guitar on my back
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