1. |
Acid Tongues
03:21
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Acid Tongues
Intelligence is many layers
Of complexity; That’s what you taught to me
Coincidence ain’t coincidental
You’re out to get me, and that’s not neighborly
The blood in my veins
As blue as the sky
Steeped in tradition
Of always being right
Deliverance from a place of privilege
It’s none of my concern, and I guess you’ll never learn
That I learned to speak from old men with acid tongues
Tradition sewn deep in the red dirt
It’s your injustice
We’re tryin’ to subvert
This land belongs to us
Because we took it first
Oooooh,
And the ground here is fallow
There’s a sickness buried
deep down in the earth.
Oooooh,
And the hearts beating shallow
When you fight the facts for
All they may be worth
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2. |
Sentimentalists
03:04
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Sentimentalists:
Sentimentalists aren’t
Getting over it, I’m
Looking for the way to
smooth the corners of this square
Unrealistically
Want to be with me
It’s the air that gets
Heavier each time you breathe and
Held a place for you within
It’s fragile when you see it shake
I wish that you could be more open
I wish that you could take the blame
I’m worried ‘bout your heart
What it takes to stop and start
I’m saving my last move
To make you mad
I can see it in your eyes,
No sight and no surprise
You’ve made it very clear that
You have nothing left to give
Held a place for you within
It’s fragile when you see it shake
I wish that you could be more open
I wish that you could take the blame
And Once again I ask about the sickly sadness running round your brain
I feel the fiery fury in your past, It’s incumbent upon me to help you change
Some hearts are made of glass, Even broken beasts refusing to be tamed
You could emerge at last if you could only learn to take the blame
Held a place for you within
It’s fragile when you see it shake
I wish that you could be more open
I wish that you could take the blame
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3. |
Tides
01:55
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Tides
I know I haven’t held on all that long
But I’m tired
I’m tired of being held head under every crashing wave
When I’m weighed down by the water
And the tide goes out
I feel the salty brine
In my lungs and mouth
And sink into the dark, I can’t be saved
It’s too late to say nothing at all
You’ve already said it, and you definitely regret it
And you wish that it was someone else’s fault
But it definitely isn’t
I know that there’s a dark hole in my chest
I feel sickly
Been running over every word that left my mouth today
When I’m weighed down by the water
And the tide goes out
I feel the salty brine
In my lungs and mouth
And sink into the dark, I can’t be saved
It’s too late to say nothing at all
You’ve already said it, and you definitely regret it
And you wish that it was someone else’s fault
But it definitely isn’t
It’s too late to say nothing at all
You’ve already said it, and you definitely regret it
And you wish that it was someone else’s fault
But it definitely isn’t
No it sure fucking isn’t
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4. |
Fading Faith
01:50
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Fading Faith
Unsurprising lack of interest
Fading faith in a steady hand
Could you conceive the way it feels
To stand beneath you
If you’ve never had to
Self proclaiming lack of shame in
Ignorance of the way things are said
It’s only in your head
The fame and fortune can’t sustain a man
Only love can.
And you’d like me to be there with you
But I never sink that low
Oh the spit and bile and chemicals
Will let you know
Hell if you know who’s at fault though
Through thickest layers of flesh and blood
As if it’s understood that no mistakes
We’re ever made here
Could you make it more clear
And you’d like me to be there with you
But I never sink that low
Oh the spit and bile and chemicals
Will let you know
And you’d like me to be there with you
But I never sink that low
Oh the spit and bile and chemicals
Will let you know
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5. |
Nightjar
02:06
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Nightjar
Constantly careless,
Craven and coarse.
Thin-skinned, full-throat
Sick at the source
Every ear that’s ever heard his strain
Is sick of the persistent refrain
Like a full-phase moon calls out to the Nightjar
A vespertine vulture with a sinister song
Though he’s weary of the twilight,
He likes the way he sounds alone
Singing ‘bout himself to the sky
Certainly selfish,
Sullen and strange
Confused by the moon and how
He go to this place
Sometimes he forgets to sing along
Like he’s meant to, but the timing’s all wrong
Like a full-phase moon calls out to the Nightjar
A vespertine vulture with a sinister song
Though he’s weary of the twilight,
He likes the way he sounds alone
Singing ‘bout himself to the sky
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6. |
Wires
04:03
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Wires
We lost our strength in the wires
Not quite sure who was at fault
Our mouths melted in reaction
To tragedy with no resolve
At once we regret our reactions
To seeing ourselves from above
Cause we rely on the glow to
Give us a glimmer of love Ooooh
And I always tell you not to run away
Remember how I crumbled and quaked?
It’s a funny thing when fuses burn out
Electricity bubbles from the spring
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7. |
Woulda Been Gone
03:23
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Woulda Been Gone
Your skin rubs raw
Against the upholstery of the front seat
I'm a commodity
Yours to sell when you’re through with me
Research into future times dictates that
Everything will get harder and harder from here
I think I'll be okay
If you'll be okay
I’m in love with the lights in your eyes
How you quietly sway back and forth every time we’re outside
And I woulda been gone
For a long time now
If it wasn’t for you
The way that our bodies work astounds me
I don't know how your heart pumps blood to your head
There's an unimaginable strength
Deep inside your chest
And I’ll Write a song for you sometime
One about setting it aflame and then running away
I think I'll be okay
If you’ll be okay
I’m in love with the lights in your eyes
How you quietly sway back and forth every time we’re outside
And I woulda been gone
For a long time now
If it wasn’t for you
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8. |
Everything is New
03:58
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Everything is New
Everything is new
But it keeps coming back to
Tiny trickles of acid rain
Eating holes in homes
I am not supposed to
Have an answer for you
All we knew is dying out
And we’re supposed to stay afloat somehow
It’s hardly holding, everything is new
Where will we go when
Everything is new
Where will we go when
Everything is new
Glory always fades
I have seen the end of days
Endlessly consuming the
Poison in our blood
Carved into the stone
Can’t leave well enough alone
Everyone you’ve ever met
On the pale blue dot, the tiny speck
Will never learn cause everything is new
Where will we go when
Everything is new
Where will we go when
Everything is new
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9. |
It Is What It Is
02:00
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It is What It is.
You got a new leg when the old one broke
I spent the last few years in a dense sickly smoke
It’s a Complete loss of balance, A lack of control
I’m just a thing in the way in the road, It is what it is I suppose
It’s a binary way of viewing the world
Is he free of his form? Did it kill when he fell?
I can’t let it in else my mind might explode
I’m just a thing in the way in the road, It is what it is I suppose
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10. |
Fine Lines
02:55
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Fine Lines
Cheap plastic covering on the couch
All before the cat tore the buttons
I'm out and in of
Consciousness, I'm sure
That I will have nothing to say to you
Come morning I'll barely remember the
Things we said
We'll fill in the blanks then
This place smells just like piss and alcohol
I'm cold and I'm sober and I must've
Slept on my neck wrong
There's a pinch at the base of my spine
Talked to you like you were a human being
For the first time since you were just fourteen
Years go, keep drinking
You might feel better
It's a fine line,
But I've walked it standing tall.
And I miss it sometimes,
But others not at all.
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The Person That You Became
Weaving through a substance fueled charade
Same fucking friends
Same tragic fate
Hating halos draped on dirty skulls
Booze-boiled blood
Inside us all
Conjuring the closest thing to love
You can’t conceive
Enough’s enough
Diminishing the pain that you have caused
The way it is
In all it’s flaws
Simply put, I’m ashamed
Of the person that you became
You lost your sight
And your soul
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Acid Tongues (small return)
Oooooh,
And the ground here is fallow
But I sew new seeds each
Spring and hope I ‘spose
Oooooh,
And the hearts beating shallow
But the flutter’s strong enough
To hold out hope
Oooooh
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burst & bloom records Maine
Burst & Bloom is a small, independent record label and book publisher based in Kittery and Bath, ME.
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