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resort towns
04:20
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blue and razor sharp at the edge of a hazel grove
a still and moonlit vista; a placid, shrouded cove
do you see it in the rain? a truth i cradle in burnt palms.
light refracted through my veins: a subtle and hypnotic calm.
we'll sit on the beach
with our toes in the sea
in one of those resort towns
that's almost always closed down
for winter or for weather,
just like you and me, my friend;
where people meet a couple times
and never meet again.
raindrops burst upon a nearly blinding lightness
and so, infinity yawns: unveils eternal brightness.
the stars are beautiful, but we so rarely get to see
so we will sit beneath them and we will simply be.
we will simply be.
we'll sit on the beach
with our toes in the sea
in one of those resort towns
that's almost always closed down
for winter or for weather,
just like you and me, my friend;
where people meet a couple times
and never meet again.
(carry me to sleep)
into the blue, into the trees, into the vista, into the sea
swirling in the seafoam
adrift among the stars.
we'll sit on the beach
in one of those resort towns
that's almost always closed down
for winter or for weather,
just like you and me, my friend;
where people meet a couple times
and never meet again...
still, i'll meet you there
and i’ll carry you to sleep.
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re-run
05:28
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two weeks after city hall, where you fell down the steps
smoking outside Tir Nan Óg, I just wanted to play catch
we used to go to all the bars, but we were underage
so we drove down to your step-mom’s house, listening to Rage
so i’ll re-run the mile, i’ll rewind the tape
i’ll put your hat back on your head, but you won’t win this race
We used to fight, in grocery store parking lots
We’d go all night, ‘til security came and broke it up
Look at you now, loving Jesus like you do
It freaks me out, but I still miss you
so i’ll re-run the mile, i’ll rewind the tapes
i’ll put your hat back on your head, but you won’t win this race
so i’ll re-run the mile, i’ll rewind the tapes
i’ll put your hat back on your head, but you won’t win this race
i tried to re-read The Wars, but i can’t turn the page
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somnambulist
04:52
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i feel the sun caress my shoulders
and feel the wind across my face.
i see the grass blowing in the breeze
and smell the salt of the waves.
the dusk arrives late in the day;
the air is warm, despite the sunset.
a moment frozen; an amber twilight,
but the day's not over yet.
go ahead and sink your teeth in i don't think i'd feel a thing.
go ahead and kick my teeth in; i don't think i'd feel... a thing.
gently, the wind is getting colder
and the light is growing dim.
i was born and i died and just a moment went by.
the thunder rolls across the hills.
the grey awaits at the horizon;
lazily, i watch as it draws nearer.
this is the advent. this is the edge.
i guess the sky's not getting clearer.
so go ahead and sink your teeth in; i don't think i'd feel a thing.
yeah, go ahead and kick my teeth in; i don't think i'd feel...
and i know the days are wasting away, but i've got nowhere i can go, anyways.
i am a revisionist, the deepest somnambulist. i slowly sink the boat into the bay.
i am a revisionist. i am the somnambulist.
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taurus
05:02
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i keep my socks on when we fuck
‘cause my feet get too cold
if i have to go we’re out of luck
am i too sick or am i just getting old?
cried in the cab on the way to the ferry
‘cause the driver pointed out the crescent moon
when everyone’s there at the party
i gotta, i gotta, i gotta, gotta leave the room
why?
i wear earplugs when i go outside
but i can hear what you say
my birthday always makes me cry
like that time in the hallway
everyone says they’re here for me
but i think that they’re just here for the balloons
when everyone’s there at the party
i gotta, i gotta, i gotta, gotta leave the room
why?
i keep my socks on every time we fuck, but i... i don't know why
i wear earplugs every time I go outside, but I don't know why.
(i don't know.)
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guitars and vocals:
elizabeth abigail black
mj laing
bass, backing
vocals:
blue chu
drums, backing vocals:
caitlyn kavanagh
photo credit: audrey storey
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