1. |
Hole
01:54
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what a joke
not even funny
spilling smoke
poisonous honey
so thick
and
wet
in
a hole
its depth
finds me a way out
staring down
no one around
so
i’ll go so low
where i
build
my own
hell
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2. |
Everyone Knows
04:39
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where does it end
a frayed lifeline
twists out a thread
that i intertwine
let go
you dope
break what
you force
now i see why
i am the bad guy
draped in purple and green
to a cold eye
and it comes
an uncomfortable silence
blares in my head
when did it end,
i’m afriad to ask
miss the noise
dearest voice
hushed tones
hearsay
they know
my name
now it’s clear why
i struggle to tie
my line to yours
in the public eye
try not to seem
so dramatic with penance
is that what this is?
doldrums
sideshow
exposed
everyone
knows
my
need for some way
out of here
nowhere near
where everyone knows
i fell so low
too preoccupied
with the fear
lumbering
dear, everyone knows
that undertone
starving, yearning
something to touch but
i can never
reach far enough
eyes that drill through
relaying the worst
so they don’t have to
fear’s sleeveless suit
don’t want to hide
demystified
words analyzed
all amplified
just this one time
don’t come untied
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3. |
Honeysuckle
04:05
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sweet, shy, honeysuckle
peaking through the ground
vines up, trying to tussle
rain fils up the mouth
all my mighty muscles
harvest from the earth
no shock
born in clusters
‘cause i feel
some kind of way
in that
faceless embrace
in another life
there’d be more time
to waste
in a vase that i made
from a crater of clay
don’t go, whats the hustle?
find a way to last
i make an imposter
frozen in a photo
on the telephone
"this is not a flower"
filled with a seething haste
await the aftertaste
nectar so good
i can’t stay put
failed memory
anxious ennui
am i too bored, can i afford?
invest my time in a picture
mundane doppelgängers
a digital record:
a plant, table, water
i’m just too sentimental
an image tampered with
a blind relation to
something that i always have known
i’m just a centimeter
a millimeter from
the glowing emulation
conversation relics i hold
touching a screen
habit machine
stand on your toes
everyone knows
nothing to show
glass catacomb
mine for some organic chrome
further and further from home
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4. |
Fudge
03:54
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wanna bury some bones
that can
be recalled
every shard’s a joke
you’re my only hope
parting ways
to sleep instead
never find the words
every one sounds worse
but i can only speak in tiny
fragmentations
always fine tuned to the
illustrations
the orientation
of a priceless design
always been right behind
partners in crime
so it goes
everyone sews their
mouth
shut
when
it gets
too much
i’ll eat
the tangerines
from your
golden trees
i won’t
spit out the seeds
i’ll let
them flourish in me
burrowed
within my doom
begins to bloom
a calming coo
assures:
"everyone falls into
a
deep, dark, seemingly endless
hole"
borrowed sweater
fries an egg and cheese
single peppers
pressing tiny feet
comatose
in someone’s clothes
so it goes
everyone knows
sitting
holding your head
a perfect fruit
grew in my bed
sweet as fudge,
white chocolate,
i’m half woke when
you spin me, and spoke so
softly, kept up like
coffee, a laugh too
funny
tell me a joke
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5. |
Limbs
02:31
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precious and green
oh what it’d mean
to feel her hair glow
on my own,
skin well known
rests on my nose
but what am
i supposed to do
there’s a cutout
in the shape of you
everyone knows
i’m such a dope
to ever lose my cool
everyone knows
i just choke
without my little boo
precious and green
i was too mean
to catch another glimpse
belly laugh again
nobody wins, when we
lose our own limbs
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Chris Masih Boston, Massachusetts
my name is chris, i play in a couple other bands. this is not one of them. this is just me (and occasionally some friendly helping hands).
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