1. |
Vowelphabet
04:46
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Wave goodbye to the best years of your life
Your zeppelin is fueled and ready to fly
To fly
To fly
Huge hi-five for the fuzzy frames
that play against the damp screens in your mind
Your highest point is still the lowest one I’ve seen
How far will you have to fall before you cut the cord to flee?
At terminal velocity
Kiss goodnight the forehead of that fantasy
You can stop chasing the headlines
Headlines
Headlines
I’m not saying you’re out of touch
But motherfucker you ain’t touching much
Your love is isobaric
I’m not saying you’re out of touch
But motherfucker you ain’t touching much
I felt every pinprick
Your highest point is still the lowest one I’ve seen
How far will you have to fall before you focus on setting yourself free?
You might be on time but you’re out of gas
Stalled out in the left lane for the world to pass
So take the pub-crawl back through the memories
Of those days of donning a black heart on your sleeve
Now remember you’re rendered redundant
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2. |
Bystander
04:19
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What's getting stuck between your head and your mouth?
You haven't made a fucking point I can count
Drag out your borrowed time
Step out and get to the back of the line
What's getting stuck between your head and your mouth?
You haven't made one fucking point I can count
Drag out your borrowed time
Step out and get to the back of the line
I'll sail this ship, I'll sail this ship
I don't need you
I'll sail this ship, I'll sail this ship
I don't need your shit
What's getting choked on while you are asleep
You haven't said one fucking thing to convince me
Turn off your music
Stop what you're doing
‘Cause we're running aground on gen-x sound just barely moving
I'll sail this ship, I'll sail this ship
I don't need you
I'll sail this ship, I'll sail this ship
I don't need your shit
Turn a blind eye, swing about face
This is the sound of generations disgraced
Turn a blind eye, swing about face
This is the sound
Turn a blind eye, swing about face
This is the sound of generations disgraced
Yea
What’s getting stuck between your head and your mouth?
How many times will it take you to right?
Standing for nothing so there's nothing to fight
Indulge, tear each other apart
Your fucked generation, one with out any
Heart
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3. |
Pneumonia
04:53
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Lesson One: You're only as smart as the people that you put yourself around
And I'm an isle of man
Strip down to my very best
I'll except nothing less when I dine alone
Sure as the dawn, sure as the dusk, sure as the day is long
Sure as hell, sure as shit
A bitter end is involved
No one can tell me that I'm wrong
Rehearsed in the ways of the world
Don't contest the concept of the armed
Lesson Two: You're only as virile as the youth that you plant your seed into
And I'm shaving years
Off of my coffin's clock
No one can tell me that I'm wrong
Rehearsed in the ways of the world
Extemporaneous discourse always unsolved
Because no one can tell me that I'm wrong
The bite might be dry but there's poison (coursing) in my loins
And I'm an improvised explosive device
There is no prone posture to promise
No submissive stance to surmise
There is only the streak of the comet as the charioteer prepares to
Ride with one eye
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4. |
Empty Deck
05:24
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Pander to a mass grave
Piled high with mostly low expections
About the feel and the flow
Of the seeds in your lungs
That grow hard into stone
We’ll settle into roles
And speak in shorthand
Who could resist the kiss of a rocket?
Who could resist the kiss of a rocket?
No you can’t resist, No you can’t resist
No you can’t when your lips are upon it
Lust for surreptitious green lights you give to ghosts
To get the most from everything that you stole
You’ll take all you can
Of course you would
You won’t ask for help
You’d rather import those things
You can’t do yourself
You can’t do yourself
You won’t ask for help
You’d rather import those things
You can’t do yourself
You can’t do yourself
I cannot owe for donations bestowed
In my name I’m told: they’re empty
(the capacity’s there, but the capacity’s bare, empty)
I cannot owe for donations bestowed
In my name I’m told: they’re empty
(the capacity’s there, but the capacity’s bare, empty)
Hurdle my head
Who could resist the kiss of a rocket?
Who could resist the kiss of a rocket?
No you can’t resist, No you can’t resist
No you can’t when your lips are upon it
I wouldn’t resist, no
I wouldn’t resist, no
I wouldn’t resist
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5. |
Anchor Bend
05:02
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Is this love?
Or are you lonely in the dark?
Can’t say I haven’t found myself in the same place before
Is it wrong?
To make it up as you go along?
Just keep it all in check
Situated at the top of the chain
Compromise is the only choice you can make
You’ll tune it out but it will get too loud
So join with the plenty of not so proud
It’s been real
It’s been good
But it ain’t been what it should
Is this love?
Or are you lonely in the dark?
Can’t say I haven’t found myself in the same place before
Is it wrong?
To make it up as you go along?
Just keep it all in check
Splice yourself when the sinnet shrinks
And slice the stitch when you think
(that) You like the high that only comes from escape
So save your ass brother
And fuck your face
Fuck your face
And the ill-conceived beliefs that you hold
Resolve to devolve delegate away meat
Oh, it’s been real
It’s been good
But it ain’t been what it should
Pray to your saint
That your hair’s still there
When Delilah ain’t
Is this love?
Or are you lonely in the dark?
Can’t say I haven’t found myself in the same place before
Is it wrong?
To make it up as you go along?
Just keep it all in check
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6. |
Prokofiev
03:54
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Don’t budge when the sun comes up
We haven’t earned this light
And don’t move when everyone has to
We’ve barely owned the night
You wouldn’t let me
Since you are content to just tempt me to celebrate with sleep
(celebrate with sleep)
Don’t pretend they aren’t all hollow ends
We chase dark through dawn
Allow for us to bask in fluorescent sun
And hide from everyone
You wouldn’t let me
Since you are content to just tempt me to celebrate with sleep
To celebrate not being
To celebrate with sleep
To celebrate just breathing
To celebrate
Sleepless we’re off course
Sleepless we’re off course
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7. |
Thresher
04:27
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Concede to pressure
The blue strings you up while the red cakes the ground
Give in where you began
Chasing your fucking tail around
I’ll need to be more hollow
To fill the space with the shit I’ll swallow
In this town
Sucked down
Spin centuries of ecstasy into cocoons for the catamites
Axils hanging for low-lying fruit
Falling from grace at the pace you’ve mistaken for mine
Way back I rode a fresh horse into this town
Back then we were all alive
Way back I pushed a dead horse into this town
Back then she felt just fine
(I’ll need to be more hollow
To fill the space with the shit I’ll swallow
In this town)
I hate this place
Disdain for every face
In this town
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8. |
IIn
10:33
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As the silence parts your lips I drown in the sound
Of subsonic sacrament as it wraps around crude love
I’ll need to come halfway
And share in the shame
Before its
Dust
For Us
I want vicious
I want teeth sinking in so deep
I want sting only forsaken love can bring me
And break me
Out
Shoulder my weight quasar queen
(can’t ever make it up to you)
Satiate all passivity
(won’t ever make it up to you)
Disintegration is so unforgiving
We would last the whole night
Just to die at sunrise
Die at sunrise
We would last the whole night
Just to die at sunrise
Just to die at sunrise
Slip the wicks from the cannons
Before it comes to
Dust
For Us
Protect what’s left
The sense of infinity
The will to break holds
Forever suffocating me
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Dustbloom Salt Lake City, Utah
Loud, pretty, heavy, pissed
Dustbloom was founded in 2011 in Salt Lake City
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