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AFFAIRS
02:33
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i was lodging the haunted
from the nights first minute
but i couldnt see how bad it was
no i couldnt see how bad it was
until i was already in it
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i was housing the damned
out of malicious intent
if i was already in it
if i was already in it
i'd see how bad it would get
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i was stoking the fire
with compliments to the guest
i couldnt help myself
i couldnt help myself
of me, curiosity got the best
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i was partaking in sin
or skin from the moment i took
more than a glance from the arch of the stairs
more than a glance from the arch of the stairs
to the view from the breakfast nook
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2. |
CARPET WALLS
03:04
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i've got dead eyes, yet again
and i've sat still, waited for a friend
now i'm leaving, i'm a leaving, i'm a leaving
i'm a leaving, then i'm gone
now i'm leaving, i'm a leaving, i'm a leaving
i'm a leaving, then i'm gone
i'm tired of waiting for you to say something
anything would be better than nothing
i'll fall asleep under the feedback
my own four walls are something i lack
i feel suspicious and quite nerve racked
while waiting for you
these carpet walls and christmas blue lights
will kill the echo and reverb tonight
the carpet floor is where i'll close my eyes
while waiting for you
but when your words pop up
i realise i'm dumb as fuck
you were waiting for me at your home
and i'm just drunk
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3. |
HURTS LIKE HELL
03:15
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you bought me headphones when i needed them
bought me cologne with a whisky smell
bought me storage and tunes to listen to
you were perfect as far as i could tell
you were everything, everything, everything
but now you're in love with someone else
and it hurts like hell
ya it hurts like hell
it hurts like hell
ya it hurts like hell
you were everything, everything, everything
but now you're in love with someone else
and it hurts like hell
ya it hurts like hell
it hurts like hell
ya it hurts like hell
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4. |
I'VE GOT DEAD EYES
01:23
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PRETTY APATHETIC
02:08
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helplessness and hopeless, a loss of interest
loss of appetite and weight change, no more sex
lets get shitty now i'm feeling violent
pretty apathetic, i feel all used up
pretty apathetic, i feel all used up
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worthlessness and guilt are strong feelings
i harshly critisize i'm self loathing
recklessness, escapist, i've trouble focusing
pretty apathetic, i feel all used up
pretty apathetic, i feel all used up
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PROBLEMS ARE PROBLEMS
02:33
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these problems are problems that me and you got
like when i say i'm your lover and you counter you're not
i say that you're easy and you say that you're hot
men often stare and it happens alot
i say that i've noticed as i've noticed their eyes
they remind me of me so it's no big suprise
i know that you're pretty but pretty aint wise
as you've had many lovers now how many times
you said you're the kettle without calling it black
i've had you before and i've had you come back
i've seen both your knees fall before me and ask
if i'd love you again but what you're afters not that
when i talk about love you talk about lust
the thought of you now brings to mind quite disgust
when i told you i loved you you told me you might
and followed by saying stay elsewhere tonight
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7. |
QUIT
01:15
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there's no room in the heart if there's no room in the womb
angelical storms and the love the consume
kicking up dust and coughing again
squinting to see the fire the in horizon
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there's no gains to be made if the goal is uncertain
walk around blind with the veil like a curtain
blocking the light, there's a slow drip in the ceiling
the damp smell of the wood unsure what you're feeling
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slow down, slow down, slow down
there's room needed to breathe
just a little bit, chicken shit, scared of it
suffocating me
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if honesty's broke what chances are left then
it's heavier now then when it all began
the cards have been dealt the choice is to read them
or tuck them up your sleeve keep lying and stealing
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how's the morning handsome damper
undress disrobe or hide and scamper
make the midnight minutes and hours
something sinful or holy or sweet or sour
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put bad things on hold
compress them in the pit of your soul
bide time until your memory lets them go
put up blockades
blinders for the emotional days
stone faced expression will not change
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she's got, tarot candles and red lips
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recoil avoid
dissappear when they pull out the polaroid
tip toe away before you find you're annoyed
i'm a compressor
everytime that i fail to impress her
regress repress i'm a depressor
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the Lambta Da's regina, Saskatchewan
The music's expression is paradoxically less solar and extraverted than the character of the seasons would lead us to believe. More than strength or richness there is an intensity, a sensation replete with freshness and firmness, which is remarkable. This deep and confident presence that persists over time becomes the memory of the music, possibly for always. ... more
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