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Ned...? Ned Ryerson?
02:31
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Almost Thirty, still taking selfies.
Being this existential's healthy.
He'll it's made some people wealthy, but not me...
And as my body it bends to break.
I should hit the gym for everyone's sake
But I'd rather just get drunk and play my guitar.
I'm my own Black Star...
I'm just like Judas, I know my fate.
Will you realise that you can't put up with my shit
A decade or two too late?
A prophecy in triads on a tape machine.
You said
"it's just life man, nobody knows what it means"
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2. |
James Earl Jones
02:39
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I got my looks from my father, too bad his hangovers too.
My head it crumbles as the violins they swell.
So I think about my brothers and I think about their children
And all of the things that I will never ever say.
Like when it's cold and it's dark out and there's bright clouds in the sky
I can't help but look up and hope I see your face.
Saying
You were right
I got my brains from my mother, playing join the dots in my sleep.
The city crumbles, my eyes don't even fucking well.
So I think about my lover. Think of all she would say.
As the streetlights come on at the end of my day.
And when it's cold and it's dark out and there's bright clouds in the sky
I hope she looks up and sees my stupid face.
Saying
You were right.
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I couldn't help but think of 'Waltz with Bashir'
when we went swimming at night
But my selfish brain snapped back to;
Can I do anything right!?
Should I just lay on my back, stare at the stars
and pretend I know constellations and waste away in the chlorine.
It's a perfect time to stop and count my lucky stars, maybe then I'll see
All this drama shit is boring!
Now I'm in the bath, Lou's in bed watching Buffy,
And the octaves they bleed through the wall.
And the water grows cold, as my brain rolls back.
Leaving poor Baz to pick up the slack.
Should I just lay on my back stare at the ceiling, pretend I know
What I'm feeling? I don't know how many life's this cats got left.
All I know is this drama shit is just boring.
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4. |
Colossal
03:24
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This isn't North by Northwest and you're not Cary Grant.
Don't be so naive to think you can save your friends cause you cant.
But let's hope they can save you.
Cause you're the one who needs it most.
Do you think you'll ever make a mistake that you'll pay for?
My hands they smell like smoke. I don't even smoke.
I can only hope. It's just your way of getting through to me.
You're trying to piss in a speaker.
Can I go any deeper?
It's crazy to think one day you were just like me.
Can't get your hands in your jacket sleeves.
You've gotta walk the dog.
Then your dragged from your bed to your brother's in the morning fog.
.......
Would you give my life meaning?
Through you I'm beaming.
Or is life just seventy years of grieving?
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5. |
Rose Quartz
02:07
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6. |
I miss the old Kanye
01:05
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I liked you better when you weren't fucked in the head
I liked you better when your Dad was not dead
I liked you better when you played in the band, stood at the back
and weren't off the beaten tracks.
I liked you better when you were drunk all the time.
I liked you better just before I made you mine
Back then I didn't have to deal with your shit, or this seven year itch
Are we even making progress?
I liked you better when you weren't so afraid
To get out your bed and life your life from day to day
and now you're stuck double dosing this shit,
candle burnt to a wick. Oh I. I liked you better
We used to write letters.
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7. |
Death of the one sheet
04:31
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Hey! Are you awake again?
Yeah I am, as the sun's coming up.
I'm running out of batteries I can't think.
I'm running out of batteries I can't think.
And there's a beautiful blonde girl falling asleep on the train
And when she wakes she catches me staring, sighing, sighing, staring into her eyes and I. Need. To. Sleep. More.
But I just get things in my head.
Like I'll never wake up again in your bed.
Hungover in foreign lands.
I'm just left shaking hands with touring bands.
Hey! Let's go out again!?
Til the sun is coming up?
Til our phones are out of batteries.
We can't think.
Of a way to get home.
But I haven't had a drink since October, a phone since October I just lay in my bed listening to 'Soldier' crying, crying, sobbing out my eyes and
I.
Need.
To.
Get
out
more.
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Nitski's daughter
02:32
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Yawning at a punk show in a button up shirt.
I've been standing here all day, so now my legs fucking hurt.
Yeah my skeletal frame aches but not as much as my heart.
And I swear if they play 'Lung Capacity' I'll start.
Don't start. Cause if you start you'll never finish.
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Lovers Turn to Monsters Glasgow, UK
Lovers Turn to Monsters is a long pale man, slowly falling into middle age.
He wishes he
could be one of those guys who tours all the time, but he likes baths far too much. So instead he stays in his room and makes lengthy albums of emotive lo-fi nonsense.
... more
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