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The Great Idaho Fire
04:05
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The great state of Idaho began to glow. From an airplane they watched the fire grow. The passengers enjoy the show, a mesmerizing ebb and flow. Down below we’ve earned and anecdote. Scabby knees and squinty eyes, takes a drink then takes the dive, inexplicably survived. Up until now I never thought I’d learn to love or last this long, just managed to be here. Don’t ask me how, all this time I’ve learned to love then laugh it off, just managed to be here. Time flies when you’re having fundamental issues with the honest way you’ve been designed. Maybe if you reconnect with distant friends you’ll love again and suffocate misunderstood comparisons. It’s not gonna work with her, or him, or her, or them, so spend your last remaining effort on yourself. Up until now I never thought I’d learn to love or last this long, just managed to be here. Don’t ask me how, all this time I’ve learned to love then laugh it off, just managed to be here.
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Water Damage
03:34
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There is water damage; I can see it in your eyes, you can’t disguise the lines. Frequently denying all the spaces in your life, that once were occupied. Your plans are on the dashboard, as images pass by a year is compromised. Reaching out to strangers is my worst endeavor yet at least I’m learning to forget. You and I are compelled to make the same mistakes again. Minds abroad, mouth to mouth, we reluctantly give in. You’re a cheat and I’m a fraud. We’re just shadows of who we were. There is water damage and there’s no way to rewind, I’m reminded all the time. I cut your note to pieces in fear of going back. I’m built to fold and then retract. If I’m your confidence boost, I must be a last resort in which you have my full support. So rattle off your insults if you need it to feel good and it gets you in the mood. You and I are compelled to make the same mistakes again. Minds abroad, mouth to mouth, we reluctantly give in. You’re a cheat and I’m a fraud. We’re just shadows of who we were.
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Running Downhill
04:48
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We tried our hand in everything we got our hands on, made observations and changed according to them. To them. We found out the hard way, to stay composed is a sacrifice. Cut out the cancer that used to be the spark and the light. The spark and the light. The light. Out on the street we finish coffee, both surprised our lives are so congruent so we got to it. We took the train to New York City in the rain. I knew we met much sooner than were meant to have. To have. Beautifully patient, quiet and radiant. We tried the short hand, it’s more important than before. Before. Passing through shoulder blades, your lasting serenade. Months past the springs decay is our second chance to fade away. Away. To fade away. To fade away. Out on the street we finish coffee, both surprised our lives are so congruent so we got to it. We took the train to New York City in the rain. I knew we met much sooner than were meant to have. It was your time to fall in love again, but there was no one to fall in love with.
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Honestly you’ll always find yourself waiting for the best to come. Then one day you’ll find that you’ve achieved the boredom you’ve been asking for all along. Take a stab at all the normal things you’ve excessively been running from. Do it now before you fall asleep and wake up after it’s all gone. We know nothing about ourselves. Fill the shelves with all your pretty things so one day they can be thrown out. Keep it clean collect your compliments from the people that you want around, as we move on. We know nothing about ourselves.
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Pictures of Privilege
04:02
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We’ve both confused love with pictures of privilege. You had me convinced you hadn’t been drinking since early this evening. I know you believed it, hell I believed it. You, you and I both have suffered and choked on the blood that’s been squeezed from remainders of hope. They left us a little bit. Oh how we needed it. Hell yeah we needed it. I’m convinced that you and I aren’t so different after all. I’m convinced we’ve traveled all the same roads. We’ve both confused love with pictures of privilege. You had me convinced that I should be sinking while you’re out achieving. I know you believed it, hell I believed it. You, you and I both have suffered and choked on the rust that’s been force fed to us for a lifetime. You stepped on a landmine. There won’t be a next time. I hope there’s no next time. I’m convinced that you and I aren’t so different after all. I’m convinced we’ve traveled all the same roads.
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Daylight moon. A ballpoint pen falls of the dresser and rolls down deep beneath. I extend every inch of my arm but I know it will live there for weeks. If you can’t clot my bleeding heart, I will spill into the street. Then you can stomp my bleeding heart, as I wither and deplete. Daylight moon. A stone’s throw away, from something of substance. A map to display on the wall. Two cups today, parlay in the shower and maybe all everything off. If you can’t clot my bleeding heart, I will spill into the street. Then you can stomp my bleeding heart, as I wither and deplete. Give me a sign that I’m forgiven for all the time I’ve wasted on this day. Another line goes unaccounted for. The wind transforms the ember into flame. Daylight moon.
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Garden State Blue
02:35
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In recent days I’ve been triggered by the smallest things. I’m worth the pay, please just take what’s yours and make me sing. What am I to you? It really matters less and less. What am I to you? What you ask requires my open wounds. Without all this, I’ll exceed in guilt and worthlessness. We have the facts but standing in the dark we’re back to back. I’ll come around. I could have sworn that I’d be dead by now. A constant dream of compliments become an awful scene. What am I to you?
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St. Charles Place
03:41
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Thanks for being you. No one’s got friends like you, no one’s got friends like you. Thanks for doing what you do, no one’s got friends like you, no one’s got friends like you. But I’ll admit it’s been a while. Yeah I’ll admit it’s been a while. I was embarrassed it took so long to call you back. But I’ll admit it’s been a while, yeah I’ll admit it’s been a while. I was embarrassed it took so long to call you back. If you need a ride from the airport at three in the morning you better call me. If I fall off the deep end again, which I am prone to do, you’d better pull me through. But I’ll admit it’s been a while. Yeah I’ll admit it’s been a while. I was embarrassed it took so long to call you back. But I’ll admit it’s been a while, yeah I’ll admit it’s been a while. I was embarrassed it took so long to call you back.
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Giles Corey
03:47
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Half my body’s underground under the dirt. Half my mind is always on, always on you. The years turn quickly further and further away. Windows down and dying, I never got to ask if you’d stay. Who’s got my attention now? I’m practically giving the stuff away. I’m handing out charisma now. I’ve given you everything but my name. Where did I go wrong? Half my body’s underground covered in worms. This morbid scene seems to be the spot where my thoughts build their home. All this effort, who’s to bet you’d know me best? Maybe we’d be flying if we finally got the weight off our chest. Who’s got my attention now? I’m practically giving the stuff away. I’m handing out charisma now. I’ve given you everything but my name. Where did I go wrong? Half my body’s underground under the dirt. Half my mind is always on, always on you.
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Tonks Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Tonks is the Philadelphia based indie project of the Dryjacket Bassist Ian Foley.
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