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Carry It With Me
04:58
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I carry it with me, the things I’ve said
The things I’ve done and the people I’ve hurt
I carry it with me, the skull and bones
The poisoned grows, and I can’t contain it
And I can’t contain it
I’m up to my knees, in ginger and whiskey
I carry it with me, deep within my veins
I’m up to my knees, in guilty waters
Tangled in the snares, waiting for the slaughter
Waiting for the slaughter
Waiting for the slaughter
Waiting for the slaughter
What kind of animal are you
A bird of prey maybe, sharp claws, nocturnal baby
What kind of animal are you?
Reptilian by nature, cold-blooded, straight, no chaser
What kind of animal are you?
A yellow-bellied invertebrate, the kind of person you’ll soon regret
What kind of animal are you?
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2. |
Six Feet Under
03:53
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Put yourself to sleep
A hundred times a day
To the whir of machines
Overhead wires and lights
A gray sky to filter sunlight
We’re leaching into to lower space
Put yourself to sleep
For a thousand years
‘Til the trees are safe
Long after we just disappear
The metal shards collide they
Cascade in rings that separate
Light a match (light a match)
Watch it burn (see it burn)
Let it fall (burn it down)
And walk away
Remember it (light a match)
All of this (see it burn)
You buried it (bury it)
Six feet under
Put them all to sleep
For a million years
What remains
A culmination of our fears
Parched earth submerged in water
A perforated atmosphere
Light a match (light a match)
Watch it burn (see it burn)
Let it fall (burn it down)
And walk away
Remember it (light a match)
All of this (see it burn)
You buried it (bury it)
Six feet under the ground
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3. |
Bicoastal
04:26
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Bad teeth, bad heart, bad blood
Not too smart for your own good
Falling out and falling down
Inert and passive is better than radioactive
Jumbled thoughts are firewood
Maybe they’ll spark something good
Maybe just enough to burn it down
Before the mood passes, just hand me those matches
Summer friends can leave you lonely
And loneliness can leave you frozen in time
Left behind
Where have all the fireflies gone?
Gone to winters every one
So we stumble through grey days and long dark nights
Wait for their return - Oh when will we ever learn?
That Summer friends can leave you lonely
Loneliness can leave you frozen in time
Left behind
Where have all the fireflies gone?
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4. |
Dog Fight
03:44
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Dog Fight!
Dog Fight!
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5. |
Scavengers
05:01
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Scavengers seek out remains
Of a shattered heart who let go of the reins
Just muscle and bone, slinking about
No direction or home, just crippling doubt
Will I ever find her again
In the eyes of another contender
For my heart, I want only her
Yet I know that’s not how this
Storybook ends…
Trumpets announce the arrival of spring
Yet the sirens ring out a sobering warning
“Don’t get attached. Don’t get attached.”
‘The poppies are poisoning all of your reasoning
She never stays like you need her to stay
The adventure it calls and the roads how they wind
But you’re not the thing she’s been longing to find
Friendly lips disperse words of encouragement
“You’ll get along, don’t get discouraged.
‘Plenty of fish and other such things,
But oh how I wish that the current would bring back
The wonder we had discovered,
The greatness we found in each other
Invisible boundaries and miles of highway
But oh how I wish she’d come back around my way
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6. |
Diving Intervention
03:37
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Tested the water
She held your body
Close to the surface
And let go
Ensured your breath
She made damn sure
When you’d grow up
You wouldn’t need her
When the rip tide
Finally stole you
And you remembered to swim
You thanked the lord
to all who’d listen
You gave the credit to “him”
He gave you strength
He helped you hone it
Gave all they had
And you owned it
Dark souls came
They seduced you
Now you play for them
They own that too
When the day comes
You’re a champion
Who do you claim to love?
As the film rolls
Gratitude flows
You just gesture above
As I lay myself to sleep I pray that the lord won’t take my soul
If I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take
As I lay myself to sleep I pray that the lord won’t keep my soul
If some should die before they wake which are the ones your lord’s forsaken?
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7. |
Bad Omen
06:08
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I was born in a low tide
Washed up and left behind
I was born in a low tide
With all the broken boats that won’t rise
I was born in a low tide
Washed up and left behind
I was born in a low tide
With all the broken boats that won’t rise
I was born to weep and moan
To walk under the moon alone
I was born to weep and moan
And I’m never gonna make it home
I was born a wild thing
And I’ll leave this body to remain free
I was born a wild thing
And I’ll call all night ‘til morning
I was born in a low tide
Washed up and left behind
I was born in a low tide
With all the broken boats that won’t rise
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"Five women have come together, bringing their own unique strength, musicality, and passion into one pro-womxn collective that creates shimmering signs that feel like a prism turning on its side. The music is singularly original, largely raucous and at times silvery - with melodic tensions and chemistries, harmonies and howls that make you want to join the pack." ... more
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