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Vessels
04:05
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Are you out there
I watched your voices start to lose their shape
And turn into telephones
Through the desert
Where all the dust clouds look like rain
On every horizon
Echos of your voices floating through my alleyway
I just saw your eyeballs on a stranger's face
The portions of my memory that wait to be erased
A broken string
It was a bitter pill
To swallow skyscrapers and empty streets
Across the tundra
And on the concrete
The metal horses start to pick up speed
Along the viaduct
Echos of your voices floating through my alleyway
I just saw your eyeballs on a stranger's face
The portions of my memory that wait to be erased
A broken string
I've opened a window to my heart
Where you can see all of my vessels pushing blood
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2. |
Call It Your Artwork
04:21
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You must have made several unhappy friends
When you took all their pictures and secretly penned
Mustachio on the relative they know
Who was buried in the ground
You must have been lonely, lonelier than them
It justifies the frequency of your offense
You know I know we both we both we know
We've learned nothing at all
After awhile patterns turn into style
After awhile pictures were not enough
So you took to a shovel and dug one of them up
The chill in the air, all the paint everywhere
Never enough to cover him up
The image is stuck
The image is stuck
For what it is worth
Call it your artwork
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3. |
Birthday
03:21
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Maybe you feel embarrassed
Maybe you feel old
Is it more than you asked for
Is it more than it's worth
You better get ready
because it's your birthday
Open your presents
Another year older
You better get ready
Because it's your birthday
Open your letters
And stay by the phone
Save your breath for your candle
Dunk your head in a dunce cap
It's the most special day of your year
Everyone's wondering where you're at
You better get ready
because it's your birthday
Open your presents
Another year older
You better get ready
Because it's your birthday
Open your letters
And stay by the phone
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4. |
Sleeve
04:36
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Where you won't look
What you can't see
That's where she wears it on her sleeve
To give it air to breathe
A thousand miles
You're quite a trip
Now find the ground
Before you slip
I've had my lemon
She speaks through my last defense
If all's been said and done
We wait till the reasons bend
Through teeth and lips
The signals that hold my head
Hold my head up high
Where you won't look
What you can't see
That's where she wears it on her sleeve
To give it air to breathe
Cover up her words and
Turn her into a mime
Well who needs forgiveness
When you can change your frame of mind
As long as it rhymes
She speaks through my last defense
If all's been said and done
We wait till the reasons bend
Through teeth and lips
The signals that hold my head
Hold my head up high
If your word were everything
Just fire to burn away
If your words were everything
She speaks through my last defense
If all's been said and done
We wait till the reasons bend
Through teeth and lips
The signals that hold my head
Hold my head up high
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5. |
Best of Everything
04:06
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Wait all day to be alone in your room
Fill your lungs with smoke till you turn blue
But your street is so dark tonight
It's a silent blacking starless night
What a fright that you had for nothing at all
Don't you love to make a fool of yourself
It seems to me autoimmune in everyone's health
Just look at me, I pretend to be
A pathetic young mess
And with time I'm starting to find
It's getting the best of everything
If I've gone too far, explained too much
If you're leaning on me a broken crutch
I don't want to be your self help novelist
Somehow all the words come out like this
Big deal, I know what my problem is
Don't you love to make a fool of yourself
It seems to me autoimmune in everyone's health
Just look at me, I pretend to be
A pathetic young mess
And with time I'm starting to find
It's getting the best of everything
Bridges burning out
When you're not around, you know
Don't you sleep too long
It's okay there's nothing wrong at all
Don't you love to make a fool of yourself
It seems to me autoimmune in everyone's health
Just look at me, I pretend to be
A pathetic young mess
And with time I'm starting to find
It's getting the best of everything
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6. |
Untitled
00:29
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7. |
No gods (was blind)
03:19
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Where have you gone
Where could you be
You used to be around
To take care of things
Just look at all my mess
My dinner is on the wall
And the fire in the kitchen
Was the biggest I ever saw
Something's bound to give
Something in the breeze
I'm leaning into idols
That take blindness to see
What would you say
What would you do
I'm a-grabbing for an answer
A temporary truth
All of my words that turn into birds
And never occur to me
I would sell my soul for nothing
If I knew what that means
I'll never know what that means
I bet you know what that means
I bet you know everything
Something's bound to give
Something in the breeze
I'm leaning into idols
That take blindness to seize
Well if there's one thing we can say
For certain
It's that nothing ever changes
Nothing ever shift
Nothing ever changes
Please pretty please
Nothing ever shifting
Please
Something's bound to give
Something in the breeze
I'm leaning into idols
That take blindness to see
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8. |
Fashionable
02:07
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You're so stylish and so fashionable
Everybody knows
Look at yourself
You're on top of the world
Irreplaceable
Fashionable
Everybody knows
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9. |
Island
04:35
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We spoke about it yesterday
I thought about it wouldn't have it any other way
Cause yeah, I know you need your space
Go on and kick me out just to put her in my place
Or ask if I have had enough to talk to you
You know that conversations blur after a drink or two
The look up on your face, it must be priceless
Were you surprised by my silence
Listen closer
Act by design, it's just our nature
Designed with an apathy to strangers
And I don't know or need to know you now
When the monologue is over they'll lay me down
And in this play we live to die alone
Two birds one stone
And I hope you understand if I seem distant
On my island universe
Jump back, can you turn it around
You'll still be living in the moment
With your head in the ground
You're just a face in the crowd
All I wanted was a little time
Just a little more time with you
All I wanted was a little time
Just a little more
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10. |
Voiding Everyday
02:39
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He slept his mornings away
Scared that this one wouldn't be the last
When evening comes he'll get his shit together
Or maybe he'll just have another drink
Even with my head on straight
I'm floating out to inner space
And it shows that the void
Is more gaping than usual today
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Larches Seattle, Washington
Larches is a musical project somewhere in the space between psychedelic indie rock and roots pop, created by Jacob Cona, based in Seattle.
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