1. |
synchronizing (intro)
00:19
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2. |
jazz camp
03:47
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late tonight
I almost had to break curfew
ran to brush my teeth
the bathroom smelled
like bleach and liquid soap
unlike itself
'cause we had to clean it
punishment
for throwing off white streamers
decorating the teachers' cabin
if not for the moon
we could not make out
the tall figures
hiding in the trees
it's time to break through
you know we say
the same old tired syllables each day
sorry for the split
i really just need
any honest, novel thought to come out
lately I've been screaming
myself awake at night
recently been dreaming
something eating me alive
lately I've been screaming
just driving down the street
recently been dreaming
something new will find me
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3. |
orbit
06:04
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bus screams by
drives the wrong way in the rear-view
and I'm too tall
for this damn '05 Corolla
getting caught
in my own orbit again
falling back down
stitching up skin
sun goes down
you're wearing my coat on the rooftop
pouring out beer
wonder why God keeps on taking
flashing back
to studying Japanese syntax
putting in love
taking out trash
don't you feel the love
seeping in through the cracks
the floorboards aren't holding it back
life don't move too fast
don't you feel the love
trying to worm its way in
the wallpaper's floral patterns
smile with wrinkled turns
don't you feel the love
seeping in through the cracks
the floorboards aren't holding it back
life don't move too fast
don't you feel the love
trying to worm its way in
the wallpaper's floral patterns
smile with wrinkled turns
the morning comes
absolute white through the window
and its too cold
for this damn ice box apartment
getting caught
in my own orbit again
falling back down
stitching up skin
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4. |
open letter
04:20
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I wrote a letter
stuck it in your mailbox
you don't have to read it
just in case you didn't know
out the window
we see the same thing
makes all the little ways
I don't know you anymore
they feel strangely
like an open wound
blood seals this
my open letter
they feel strangely
like an open wound
blood seals this
my open letter
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5. |
city woman
04:16
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where
are you going?
there's just one thing
hiding
hey
get in line dear
in the middle
but when?
she didn't want it
living like a coma
city woman
living on a promise
she didn't want it
oh, she didn't want it
city woman
living on a promise to me
where
are you going?
there's just one thing
hiding
hey
get in line dear
in the middle
but when?
she didn't want it
living like a coma
city woman
living on a promise
she didn't want it
oh, she didn't want it
city woman
living on a promise to me
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6. |
40th street
03:42
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so you're feeling abused
well I'm not sorry for that yet
I'm not ready to regret
I'm not ready
my phone goes off at eight
background seared into my brain
and I'm not ready to be sane
I'm not ready
fortieth feels calm today
hope I wasn't wrong to blame
took the last train at twelve
turn my head off for a sec
matrix light bulbs flashing red
and I'm not ready
go sleep at three AM
a novice thief, a head asleep
unearthed feelings never seen
come to light now
fortieth feels calm today
hope I wasn't wrong to blame
hopeful eyes, a song to name
after all this, it feels just the same
after all this, turns out it was a game
I walk the street with bitter tea
all I got, all I'll ever need
life has never been less real
I just wanna feel, I just wanna feel
I walk the street with bitter tea
all I got, all I'll ever need
'cause life has never been less real
I just wanna feel
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7. |
golden gate park
05:01
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driving down the twenty-four
somehow none of us are twenty-four
looks like the road to work
but to you it looks just like the movies
feeling unexceptional
on your parents' back room sectional
looks like another night
but to you it looks just like the movies
should greasy, weird, and imprecise minutes
feel cinematic like in the third person?
you tell me
I'm biking in the dark from the sunset
my tires ripped up by the sharpened pavement
oh will you have me?
my chain's a blur
the block smells like an ash tray
my blocks a blur
this year's a bitter blur
will you have me?
I'm biking in the dark from the sunset
my tires ripped up by the sharpened pavement
oh will you have me?
my chain's a blur
the block smells like an ash tray
my blocks a blur
this year's a bitter blur
will you have me?
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vern and the spacemen Los Angeles, California
The lo-fi, dreamy rock and roll recording project of Trey Shilts.
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