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Sinking Heart
04:31
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Love is Pain
Look into my eyes
I'll take you to a barren place
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Junk Filled Estate
03:13
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somehow we’re in this pool
never sick from any famine
no need to resign my excess
no need to think that i’ve a voice here
but i’ll throw myself in
somehow we’re in this pool
inhaled the water that we’re drinking
invent problems to make the climb harder
no need to think that i’ve a place here
but i’ll throw myself in
become a bumper sticker collector
in a junk filled malaise estate
air can’t get passed this wall
in my tan turbo diesel
what do we do with the house
do we leave? do we leave? do we leave?
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Methanol Panic
04:13
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take a bite if you want
better than weight of carried will
will we hurt less bad as we grow?
it always seems to callous skin…
then love crushed in and struck me
i’ve fallen this far before
i don’t know, can desire burn clear?
because i don’t want to know
dressed in indifference
burning from a tear
i don’t know what i’m wearing
i don’t know who i am
each time i try to draw the lines, they smear
some parts of myself comes undone
a messy smudge, a jagged shrill
it’s pictured crystal clear the more i know
once recalled in abstract, in a dream
then blood crushed in and left me
i’ve fallen this hard before
i don’t know…can desire burn clear?
because i don’t want to know
my accidental sexism
results from my fears
an act of self preservation
wounded from the years
each time i try to draw the lines, they smear
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4. |
The Second Richest Place
03:15
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don’t trust your own taste
the math cannot define
what requires a keepers touch
trying to escape the decline
of our world through my amber shades…
feel light's warmth try to peak through (and kiss my skin)
just stuck in a bad dream
can you believe the second richest place is a disease of affluence?
But i just want to have some fun...
cut my tree and trauma bond
maybe show some shame and taste
and why our delusions are such a waste
i wish i could talk to you
the way i talk to myself
but the second richest place...
we're all in here
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5. |
Crazy
01:56
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yeah, these roots have been ripped out
thrown off a cliff at the edge of the earth
maybe there is a better way to approach
subjective truth and the nuances of our eyes
it’s crazy because you don’t get
maybe it’s left best for those who hunt
and carry the grief of your luxurious food
yes we should probably ditch the guns
you couldn’t defend your family if your tried
its crazy because you don’t get it
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NEW GRASS Chicago, Illinois
New Grass is music by Lucio Oquendo.
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