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Silent Ship
04:23
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Gazing at my phone, sat above the keys, hear the world is hushing.
Taking it all in, as I sit in a shell corporation.
Humming of the room, quick as all the meetings are calling.
Feel like a mule, pack my life head where land is still.
Leaving on the bus, not a single plane in the sunlight... so covidious all the street signs carnivorous.
Silent as a church, peaceful in a moment that petrifies. Clinical and lacking in business the hours pass.
Sleepy... air conned for lullabies. Distance creeping that terrifies.
Seeing masks dripping faces now finally, soar by the Everglades.
Rolling only 1 as we're still in the dungeon.
Monsters all around feeling wrung, I have lost my ki.
Only slight of hand as a comfort were forlorn.
Only but a single push god we'll be resting good.
Lava is the floor, gieger counter screeching and wailing.
Itching through the jungle, so stale backrooms watching.
Blue and chequered carpet stench give us a headache.
Tell me are we there yet my eyes feel my stomach ache...
Slowly, yet so discretely the van pulled up to deliver us.
Far from home as I'll ever be, passing cobble and balcony streets.
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Codfaces!
03:24
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Why do we gotta fight all the time?
We're only playing on a distant line so get your cards out.
Tell me why did I say such a line?
Tell me why you mention such a time to be alive now?
To be honest I feel quite alive
To be an evil twisted cartoon monster with a smile
I deal a lash and I let it out, I zoom around the world so loud.
Why do boys gotta plot all the time?
We only open up when things seem bright and out of line.
Why do we gotta fight all the time?
Because you're breaking up there's not much time to spit it out.
| can't remember the real you! I wanna see the real you!
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Optimista
03:50
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Shoot a time I'll see you, see me not meters away.
The quiet coughs accepted, lead me where you feel best awake.
I know of place I've been saving.
Rover! Drive me round with windows down my Rover! Pick me up let's go to town and Rover.
Controversy sees me, brain spasms to count me in your play.
Masticated breathing - foaming - tell me too late.
I wanna come and see you, breathe you, feel you again.
invisible and puny; nature rates me today.
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Vecinos
03:35
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Don't make a sound, don't even look around - barking out like hound - he's here.
Hey can you hear through all the decibels, can you hear that he's out now round 12.
Neighbours don't seem great, can't he tell how loud he is?
He's keeping me awake, what in the hell will sedate him?
Oh look here now, it seems the neighbourhood are gonna join all the fun.
How many friends can someone really have? I must be missing a good time inside.
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Brandon:
It’s kinda weird how the world’s been working out lately
And me I haven’t worked out at all, so maybe
My perspective has been warped by sitting inside in the dark
Cause when compared to 2019, differences are pretty stark
Like when I’m looking out the window I’m thinking
“That’s a pretty scene!”
My bedroom walls cannot compared with all that lovely green
This is mean mean mean me me me me
No wait it’s all about us coming together and forming a better ‘we’
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The air is still and stuffy and mediocre at best
Even outside you hear collective human race hold onto their breath
And we went ‘Next!’ mother nature laughed and the universe just smiled
And said oh no my child this problem’s here to stay for a good long while
And so new normal never normalized
Purgatory did arise,
We work from home and meet on phones and spy a pub with wishful eyes
Depressing how the ending of the tunnel where it lies
Is a trail littered with tragedy so the finish line’s no prize
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I’m not overly negative but I am not overly jolly
My mood’s a bubble in a level floating melancholy
Holly on my mind as now I find I’m thinking about my visit
To see my family for the holidays this could be the time I miss it
Mama will be sad, but if I stay safe she’ll be glad
And I really don’t want them at risk they are the dopest shit I have
They’re my supporters keep my mental borders firmly held at bay
So on these trying days I faintly hear there voices say:
Deep breaths, unclench that neck, just rest, de-stress
Listen to your body, it’s much kinder than the world
It’s a mess, but you’re a gem, a perfect ten and then and then and then
I remember exactly where I am… and sigh
Ollie:
I see the palm trees in the wind, so far from home I'm wondering?
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Damned Like Old Rip
04:31
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There isn’t anything left to do.
There isn’t much here left to say.
Tell me - did your body stall, when you were left to you?
Did you see the cold dead hands, they’re coming in the room... the room?
There isn’t anything left to see.
There wasn’t much here anyway.
Tell me - knitting birthday cakes, choking tv remotes.
Wishing for a little brother, go and have a smoke alone...
Have all the people gone away, now you’re left here for a day?
Are all the memories trapped again, are any left here you can make?
Now here we are we’re halfway through.
Now did we listen did we wait.
Tell me - while we chip away, fast food on our plates...
Screens became a window to us, cause outside never waits for you...
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Atrapado
04:45
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A corporate enema; a school of people who know remorse and bleed to the ground.
A suit of predators. As long as all of the blood you bleed gets sucked off the ground.
A never ending supply of chains and barbs to keep you tied in dirt face down.
A little bit of him shakes the ground, a little bit of her moves around and shakes the ground.
There's no escaping this, escaping a room that's designed for us to keep pressing on.
A monkey mind of his. A monkey mind of her kindness won't make profit for us.
And any wriggle the barbs will cut and mock you so you stay put bleeding out.
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8. |
She Was For 14 Days
03:44
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I guess it didnt hit me right away.
I guess it didnt hit me in that way.
Not only did it hit me: I feel pain.
But now you have a home where you feel safe.
Everyday awoken.
Early in the morning.
watch you with a coffee.
Hold you in the moment.
God knows what you went through.
Dark house, no room to be.
Nights shake, you on your own.
Now me left all alone.
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Plane Sailing
03:18
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Plain, beige, pack a bag down the stairs. Leave it by the door, have to wait for 4.
The news it paints me blue. Sugar coated with prayers.
Feel a weight in myself, getting dragged by fear in the long haul.
Dusk; wind, politely knocks at the door. Has the room here changed? Something ain't the same.
I look back by the bricks,to the arms that had held me for so long, where the hell in the world has my home gone….
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10. |
The Line
04:09
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There's no direction that has parted us.
The line wills the tribes to stay alone.
God's cold, and allocated us to the wings, to the wings.
Don't gloat! The other humans are a laugh away, cry away, hug away death away!
Silent orb in the dark; blue and green in the Sun, floating lonely in the stars. There are no heroes... just us!
It keeps me up at night. My eyes keep feeling light, there was light, there was light!
Don't let us say goodbye...
There's no direction that we cannot go.
What's that? What's that you say we're gonna, heat up, and heat up, and heat up, and heat up - decay!!
God's cold, and allocated us to the wings, to the wings.
Don't gloat! The other humans are a laugh away, cry away, hug away death away!
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