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Parade
03:17
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Returned the book with bits of glass in the spine/wanted the next person to know/I made it out alive/no there wasn't much bloodshed, you wrote the day the music lived/on the board in the kitchen/coral and wine and lilac too/all the petals filled the pool, I was like glue down the stairs trying to find you/I smashed a TV on the side of the street/tried to dissolve in our blue sheets/ but I couldn't fully/I had a dream I cut our bed in half/saw myself dancing alone, under a street lamp/coral and wine and lilac too/all the petals filled the pool/blackberries are satan’s fruit/I was like glue down the stairs trying to find you
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Supermoon
04:14
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At the show in the city/they told us to stay inside/but I was a jackhammer against the marble floor/when we discovered our futures/were not the same color/ten years of mixing paint/we were linseed seeped collagists/rendered speechless, I found myself glass dipped/I just stared up at the supermoon/hoping it had a mouth that would swallow me down/like I was a sedative and I could just float away in the brain of the moon/no they didn't really wanna let me back in/but maybe ‘cause the moon was gargantuan/the doorman said he’d try to find you/through the mass of people in masks filtering in and out of rooms/going in and out of rooms/I had to tell him your birth name/that you were wearing all black just like everyone except for me/of course I was blue/I just stared up at the supermoon/hoping it had a mouth that would swallow me down/like I was a sedative and I could just float away in the brain of the moon
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Fall Right In
02:39
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Learn I’m sorry in every language/testify against your anguish/call your name out to the wind and when it comes back/oh I fall right in, I fall right in/follow you down wherever you may go/bring the scroll and the script and the fills though/I wound your name around my wrist and when it comes back/oh I fall right in, I fall right in
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Holy Dim
03:27
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Holy dim somber/I’m stacking our books together/like it don’t even matter/I am a tightrope walker/I’m rolling thunder/and why would it even matter/suture myself together/I am a tightrope walker/holy dim, I’m rolling/and my mother said this old mind of mine is a cave with no light/and we must find a way to be alright
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Catalyst
03:24
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Corridor lead me down to the shore/have a walk that goes nowhere/find a stone to carry home/grey catalyst it's always the same/I’m free wheeling dropping feelings I’m apart of the game/empty rise, break on through/the pitch black waiting room/sinking slow on a salted sea/ I’ve made a mess of me/grey catalyst it’s always the same/I’m free wheeling dropping feelings I’m apart of the game/I said oh it’s a black hole/it’s a spiral/it's a sinkhole/it’s a volcano/I said oh it’s a portal/it’s a cyclone/it’s a hurricane/it’s a tornado
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Moving Day
02:39
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When We Kiss
02:54
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When we kiss/I see/colors behind my eyes/oh he ebbs and he floats and we flow and we sew and we sew/oh he ebbs and he floats and we flow and we sew and we sew/when we kiss/I see/ colors behind my eyes/when we kiss/I see/colors behind my eyes
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Tell Me Something
04:15
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My heart is soft on the tongue/but it gets stuck in the teeth/it shreds and it shreds a little more/behind every single bedroom door/I sat patiently as snow/tell me something I don't know/I planned to come home to you like a refrain/instead all I got was the same, same, same/my heart it glows its undeniable blue/come a little closer and I’ll say to you/tell me something I don't know/the days keep passing/I missed the solar eclipse/did I need to see it?/I’ve got too much darkness/and it follows me home/the days keep passing but isn’t beautiful/the way that the colors change?/I could do the same
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Flying Sparks
03:53
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I found seven empty whiskey bottles/scattered like dried petals/or orange peels/or empty shells/I remembered your flinging/unraveling across the room/like dancing ‘round a maypole/holding on tight/to spools of ribbon bursting/from your center like a dying star/I catch them in my arms/those flying sparks/I catch them in my arms
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"Soul gutting."-Kyle Harris, Westword
"An amalgam of outsider pop with songs that deftly and
thoughtfully navigate the vagaries of ones own mind, illuminate nuanced perspectives on relationships with others and society in general and explore evolving concepts of identity. "-Tom Murphy, QCS
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