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5/4 DRAG
02:47
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tape up the windows, i'm not good with light
i'm better kept out of sight
papers have piled up, the plants have all died
i'm just afraid of your eyes
drag, scratch, face first, the pain and linoleum drag
drag, scratch, face first, the pain and linoleum drag
drag the lawn chairs inside
scrape this elastic
polyurethane hide
won’t wear down with time
the portraits are melting, the lamp caught on fire
arm is all tangled in telephone wire
cold, alone, the dial tone hums
i'm just afraid that nobody will come
drag, scratch, face first, the pain and linoleum drag
drag, scratch, face first, the pain and linoleum drag
drag the lawn chairs inside
scrape this elastic
polyurethane hide
won’t wear down with time
you can stomp on the floorboards all night
shout through this mulch roof
filters out all of the highs
and clips with a sigh
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BLACK BOX
03:57
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wet back, an ear full of sand
sternum strap blocks your diaphram
fresh tracks on our innocence
he’s hopping fence, he’s hopping the fence
this kid takes your place
black box in a hidden space
bright side of a falling plane
conversations in the lake
(white noise, white noise)
dead pilots, won’t reveal the names
this kid takes your place
cabin pressure in decline
flashing lights all down the aisle
are you a flotation device or just a pretty exit sign
I’ll never, I’ll never, I’ll never, I'll never
I’ll never let you take your oxygen before I get hold of mine
cold breath fogs the breaking day
dark strands, wrap a still thin frame
threadbare the heat that we saved
keep it till we wake, keep it till we wake
black box in a hidden space
bright side of a falling plane
conversations in the lake
(white noise, white noise)
dead pilots, won’t reveal our names
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ECHO CHAMBER
03:24
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lost and crowded out
still words searching
find and replace isolation
we break it down every morning
highlight our favorite user comments
they say to write what you know
gonna say something, gonna say it a lot
and it's gonna get stuck in your head
send your plus ones
it's so comforting
the echo chamber keeps on roaring
they say to write what you know
gonna say something, gonna say it a lot
and it's gonna get stuck in your head
parse each off hand sin
this model says we should win
all my friends are participating
gonna say something, gonna say it a lot
and it's gonna get stuck in your head
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DATA CAVE
03:13
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what was cataloged
wasn't mine
to plaster all the walls with
i might be analog or digital
deciding is the hard part
this take, set it up
don't be scared
cut it when the notes buzz
and everybody's sayin' sing along (sing along)
drowning out
i'll lose you in the amp hum
and i don't think you're analog (analog)
it's all the same
disgusting as your name was
i think i'm checkin' out
i'll spend winter in the cloud
i'm gonna join a parade
march down your data cave
this take, cut it up
kill the line
and send it out the same bus
truss rod, bend it up
it's not the same
but at least it fuckin' sounds done
and everybody's sayin' sing along (sing along)
drowning out
i'll lose you in the amp hum
and i don't think you're analog (analog)
it's all the same
disgusting as your name was
i think i'm checkin' out
i'll spend winter in the cloud
i'm gonna join a parade
march down your data cave
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NEST EGG
04:28
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we crossed that line, with spoons in our mouths
(run down and trying to liquidate)
we always got by without cracking the shell
(counting all the parts i should replace)
we held our heads high, when they turned the lights out
(hoping that i don’t depreciate)
look away, while i’m moulting
hopefully, a better way
is under these tired wings
they pried us out, from the edge of the town
(tossing everything that I can’t take)
they raised the axe, and knocked us down
(everything I’ve made just blew away)
they watched from the hill as we tumbled out
(rolling around with egg yolk on my face)
look away, while i’m moulting
hopefully, a better way
is under these tired wings
hoping that i don’t depreciate
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WIRED
04:36
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walk with me a little while (somewhere)
kick the wet grass in your white shoes (somewhere, somewhere)
I don’t want to be the one to tell you stop it
let the water vapor curl your (soft hair)
let the display idle while we (breathe in, out there)
I’m not gonna be the one to tell you stop it
there’s work to do, i can’t stop crawling
under your porch to catch the grit that’s falling down
I’d rather dig this hole, than run another race
she’s always talking like the floodgates are opening up
updates keep trickling down from folks in my hometown I will
spend the night awake, find a way to swim forever
he’s under the big sky watching the (don’t leave me wired)
little pictures while number crunching the
hundreds of different ways, to find a place
where we can make something that everyone will see
(don’t leave me wired)
ooh wa ooh ooh (don’t leave me wired)
don’t leave me, don’t leave me wired
take me out to watch the snow on video
when you touch the screen, funny ripples on the LCD
crooked crooked wings
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7. |
JACOB'S BEACH
05:16
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when i finally awake
the trains aren't moving
the planes are diverted
carried aside
i see you're alive
but why do i feel so distracted all of the time
push the car down the street
drop the keys on the beach
don't run away
with jacob riis
on the first of july
the walls weren't sown
the amps were all blown
but the sound hadn't died
this cold, black
foundation is moving
the oil is reaching the edge of the town
push the car down the street
drop the keys on the beach
don't run away
with jacob riis
this coat fits all of us
patch the seams where the thread is bare,
stretch the sleeves to relieve this winter aira
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