1. |
Peach Fuzz
01:55
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sew the pink and all the red
together to create
something that you'd be proud of to say
she danced while she cleaned today
he slept for too long again
I don't wanna be that kind of man
far from being perfect
err on the side of neglect
but no one wants to have that kind of plan
maybe i'm much too picky
maybe I'm afraid it's just a game
coffee black with sugar walls
try and find me if i say nothing
maybe i'm much too picky
stealing time and sex i'm ashamed
coffee black with sugar walls
you won't find me if i say something
i'll just sit here and wait for some
ch-ch-ch change
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2. |
On Dry Land
04:12
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I can only be what's within arms reach
say shit I don't mean
Inhale a toxic scene
Pluck those notes for me
I don't feel well much anymore
Xanax at the door
You're all on dry land
And am I too?
Well that depends
A foreign breath
Comes and goes into my head
But am I sick?
Well that depends in truth
Who do you know?
I'm Just upset so I point
Where the blame should go
Dizzy eyes hide beneath the flower's hug
The king and queen have all but given up
Goodbye
It ain't right
Goodbye
And goodnight
If it feels not quite right
I can only hope it is
Let my worried mind back in
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3. |
Hands Of Nebraska
04:58
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Waiting takes time
Splitting hairs until I'm bald or unsure
Asleep so soon?
I guess I knew that I wouldn't let her bloom
Hey you seem sad to me
But so young, we should try to stay that way
What can I do about my ugliness? With sad eyes I hope it's me that you miss
Rot and drop my seed
Hate me for being me
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4. |
My Friends
05:24
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My friend has a few problems
My friend across the hall
My friends are in the past tense
Ain't it so silly somehow? Yeah
I see beyond the frozen grass
Into the rust new parents pass
But That's not what gets to me
No its the time I bleed
Wasted songs sing endlessly
My friends are in the past tense
And as lonely as can be
Ain't it silly that I don't get
How to be happy?
I guess it's not my color but it looks good on you
I know I know I rarely speak
Come back come back I'll make you see
What is it now you can't believe?
I fucked up most everything
I'm so bored
I know I dance like a marionette, pull the strings and my heart bends
To me to me it just seems strange
Toss out a word in passing
Do my lies corrupt my blame?
Could they believe in anything?
I'm so old
Thoughts in a jar for a rainy day
I'm too soft to push things my way
So I wait
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5. |
Skin Walker
05:02
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There once was a right time
Where I could write a line
It wouldn't mean a thing
But it was always mine, yeah
A night of nosebleeds
Sweet, you're so sweet
Put me in my place
Cus I'd hate to stay awake again
I can't change the shape
I'll stay another day
Love without a try
There's a chance, to live another life
I don't really care
I know that I'm blue
My tongue in my cheek
But I'm ugly to you, yeah
Not a thing on TV
And a potent scent of weed
Tonight we'll be free
From the ghosts and the greed in me
My fears are as far as I can throw you
Such foolish songs, I'll sing to you
No one knows where dreams float to
But I'd search for those songs
To sing to you
But no one wants me to
I can't change the shape
Of my ugly face
Love without a try
There's a chance, to find a reason why
Love is fear and fear is lonely
Stop, you should listen to whatever keeps the whore from your head
If I snore in my sleep, will I wake up and not feel a thing?
Don't try to understand, pretend you have no demands
Love that little kid, he only wants you happy
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6. |
Prendergast
02:38
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Safe there, what's your story?
Break bones but never worry
New clothes and someone's only
Happenstance will end me and you
You could always find a way
To fuck around and get killed
At least I'm not bored
Medicate and shower daily
Cell phone and breath of babies
Innocent until proven guilty
Of course this mystery is news
Who am I to kiss?
I'm Just a little boy fatherless
The only thing that's free
Costs an ammunition fee
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7. |
One Hundred Bees
03:28
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8. |
Boltok
01:23
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9. |
Flower Bored
04:42
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I would write a thousand words
If I thought that it'd mean the world to you
We're here again
The ice is mine
Your sun will shine
I would write a thousand words
If I thought that it'd mean the world to you
But I think i've lost my patience and my grace
Just like this summer heat
It won't stay
Dancing in a heat mirage because we're close
But I know we won't be the same
Blooming back and forth
I'm flower bored
Will we be the same?
Bend, don't break
It's my mistake
Summer runs through the winter months
I don't like it but that's not enough
Sour love on my sunburned taste buds
I'm not bitter I'm just hanging on
If our hearts ring out of tune
They'll harmonize in June
I thought of you and what I should do
I don't want to waste you
I love you
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10. |
Cute Things
04:12
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Hey, I know you
You always glowed through several rooms
Now you're you
Watch me wish for some hope
There's some things I want to say to you
But I'll say them when we're sad
There's somethings I'll never say to you
So I'll leave them under your bed
Enoughs enough, I know
You're so alone
Stay right there, I say
It won't hurt to obey
Some ugly day
A strange pain came and took my smile
But I don't mind
Because cute things will bury me in time
There's some things I want to say to you
But I'll say them when we're sad
There's somethings I'll never say to you
So I'll leave them under your bed
Enoughs enough, I know
You're so alone
Where did you go? I wanna know
I'll cut you down so fucking slow
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At least 3 times a week
I force myself awake
Be that as it may
I'll hear it all on Saturday
In the blackest room somewhere
Your dirty blonde affection
I follow you up the hill
But I'm dragged down back home
Another game started with you
Ugh, but this one isn't fun
As far as I can see
You are necessity
No one has to know
See how far we go
Goin up the hill I like the view
Someone's probably proud of you
At least 3 times a week
I see some mistake
Be that as it may
I'll feel different on Saturday
In the blackest room somewhere
A hit n run passion
I climb my own mountains
Could she reciprocate?
But maybe she'd say something
Like tell me where to go to eat
In time I know I'll be in the blue
In 40/50 years well you'll be dead too
Love is a conquest to say you've done that and
Everything you do you know you can't have it back
I'm so worried that I waste my days
God doesn't give em but he takes em away
She's not for me, no she's hardly real
Unlike myself, I'm the real fuckin deal
Fight like a fool and you'll mess up your clothes
Who am I kidding? No one, even that I know
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Trite Ice Records Spring, Texas
An experimental record label owned by experimental musician Jacob Hutto.
Proud partner with Cavern Brew Records.
Now defunct.
(2016 - 2017)
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