1. |
banger
02:48
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I've got a few good minutes a night
a few good nights a year
chasing a soft light that always leads me here
the hope and fear
two sides of the same coin
I can barely scratch the surface
I want someone to tell me I'm worth it
The way that the months bleed into each other
we hang our faces low
it's no wonder we can't face one another
we hang our faces low
the way that the leaves fall
you're losing your skin cells
we couldn't quite make it home
out in the driveway the engine is running
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2. |
crispy
02:48
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I've been worn the way we're all worn in
I won't be setting any examples anytime soon
I've been faking it the way we all fake it
when it all boils down I deserve what I'm getting
how could that really be true?
I'll fold my laundry when I get home from work
because that's what I'm supposed to do
I'd like to spend one day on the outside of my head
at this point I'm not even sure if I could
I'd like to spend one day on the outside of my bed
I'm not sure if I'm capable of doing anything so good
I'll hold myself up against the notion that I was good enough for her
and that routine is all it takes to see it through
we all wear our weight with the same hung shoulders, handshakes and forced hellos
and the days drag on until the grey gives us repose
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3. |
noodle
02:59
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I swear I wasn't sleeping
I'm a trembling, broken mass
rehearsing my hellos
no curtain call; no cast
we present ourselves for judgement by the gods that we create
I can't say out loud that I'm a well worn mask
that I'm the autumn leaves that are blocking my own path
I swear I wasn't sleeping
the curtain pulley's stuck
the audience went home
that's just my kind of luck
I can't find the strength to pull apart those shades
saddle up on shadows and wash away the grey
we present ourselves for judgement by the gods that we create
and give credit to our critics for displaying our mistakes
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4. |
grace
02:03
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the grass stains on both of our knees
the weight of the space in between us
I want to know a grace so pure
I want routine worth living for
I only want to be reassured
I want to know a grace so pure
the bones we gather under stairs
when we start putting on airs
the air we breathe when we're alone
the sunshine through our empty home
I'm not yours to control anymore
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5. |
greasy
02:52
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6. |
fast
01:48
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we're all wasted
wasting our weekends
pushing the light away
all the ghosts who always drive me home
and other ghosts who have other plans for me
(I'm in a ford, a tour de force, a ford taurus)
I never went north; the city was too big
and if i was north I didn't know it then
If you're gonna make a sound
you'd better make it count
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7. |
over my dad body
02:13
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I'm just skin and I am harmless
I need heartbreak to keep going
I need tiny wounds and fractures
I need loss in point of fact, or I'm nothing
those little singes in your skin
the lines they leave behind
those you've loved have scarred your heart
those you've lost and left behind
how dare they do the things they've done
how dare they die the way they died
but you can hold it in your hands
and you can piece it out in lines
it isn't anymore theirs, than it is yours or mine,
this little predatory impulse to piece things out in lines
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8. |
first
02:04
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The bed is warm
her body is trading its heat with your own
your throat dries up and you're tripping over your tongue
the words have taken up in your throat and they are refusing to leave
the room around you is cold
it's that special kind of cold
that comes with the hours in the morning
you're not ready to see
so you use the love word
because you want her to hear it
and you want her to know it
it's the hem of her dress
as it's creeping up her thigh
and you know
that you should go
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9. |
second
02:24
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the bell rang twice
the air cracked like
once wet cardboard
it was dry
dead grass in a dead town
together we knocked the fences down
now he lives under a cloud
where the city slopes down
up above the watchers wait
they're not watching anyway
we learn to laugh in new places
we can't see what comes next
because we can't see what we left
get on
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Quit Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Quit contains:
Melissa Brain playing the drums
Phil Warner
playing the guitar
Timothy Jordan playing the bass
Christopher M. Diehm playing the guitar and singing
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