1. |
Bodies, Industry
01:29
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broken a/c unit pumped stale air into our ride to the beach
every single sticky mess in your coughing two door car
went straight liquid in all that heat
so we opened up the windows letting scrawled on looseleaf paper
pick at bits of the ocean breeze
under my breath i must have said, "retreat, retreat"
you said an army of ten million doesn't improvise
one time i printed off a list of everything that i'd eventually
you stuck it to the wall in your kitchen with a thumb tack over the sink
you used to waste so much hot water wiping sugar of every inch
of every spoon you'd use
hot steam off dirty dishes eventually smeared the laser jet ink
i pin a name tag to my chest with my name written backwards
there's so much sugar in my coffee
i can feel my teeth when they split
they break like geodes under hammers and send sparkling colors
through my bleeding gums to the tarmac
i sop it up with paper towel, it's leaking, leaking, leaking
i could bleed one thousand times and the floor's still sticky as tacks
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2. |
Remember
01:11
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Lost track of how many times we walked around the park. But I know that we ended right back where we started. We sat on a stone bench that was bought by a wife to commemorate the passing of husband's life.
It's hard to remember anything. It's work to remember anything.
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3. |
Queen
01:21
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she's a lion she's a queen
as the summer's spite reeks and bulges
grab lift off cigarette beams
waiting quietly stag for delivery
and hacking hard on powder cream
it's nothing short of an empire
nothing short of a phone call
at 2am, cut short
the door's a salted cracker in a sucking mouth
it'll crumble if it's even looked at, air finds it own way out
there's light coming through slat windows, spilling on to the floor
heavy-lidded for the re-up, she feels no hint of fear
and it's something short of a standoff
with only one half even dimly prepared and what
comes next
tall men scream, through the door
salted bits gather up and split
she stands from where she sat, huffing hard
and she won't survive her way out of these woods
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4. |
Hang Out
01:07
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I don't know what you are doing but it'd be cool to hang out with you. I wanna know where you got drunk in high school. Show me where the first boy that you kissed lives. I want to lay in the grass you stepped over the first time you snuck out at night. If I stand right where you stood maybe I can figure out what to say and do. If I gaze at your world I can know what these words means to you.
Tell my the same story ten times. I'll sing back another three.
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5. |
Be Nice To Your Friends
02:36
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the air is thick with liquor breath
the bridge collapse, the steel beams bent
this is awful
he's forgotten more names, than i ever knew
the water table's rising, the foundation's spent
this is awful
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6. |
Factory
02:19
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the pattern of screen door pressure
imprinted quickly on your forehead
as you were leaning angled forward
staring at your ankles
the creaking busting hinging scratched up
window on the south wall
was locked but i could've pushed through
and unclicked if i were shameless
i said lets take impulse responses
of every room now they're all empty
i want to keep the way this house sounds
in a folder on my desktop
i said lets record our voices
and play them back through the reverb
when we're sitting in our new house
deadened by carpet
the wood floor was gouged deep
from shoving couches with knee strength
we left a note for the landlord
outlining every square inch of error
it cost $100 more to live there anyway
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7. |
Bleed Out
01:17
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if there is one thing i'd rather find
it's this awful promise broken
let's gather our friends along the pier
and kick them into the ocean
the space is gone to spend your time
as i stare in your ear
your lobes hang loose and gauged by weight
replace, retrace, draw near
i won't need your eyes
i will bleed out awfully soon
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8. |
Your Parents Will Die
00:30
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There will be a day when you won't be able to tell your mom anything. Because she, she will be dead. And then you will only be speaking to yourself.
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9. |
Short Term Easy
02:50
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short term easy hits on long term hard
puts his hand on her tailbone and sweet talks her slow
gets drunk and then he tries to take her home
and sometimes it works out, the texts are in code
and sometimes i'll end up late for work
slink in on sleepshot legs, head down till afternoon
i need to grind the edge off this hangover
with functions and spreadsheets, so nobody knows
numbers generated fully random
are the only friendly thing i can bear to withstand
i collect them all day in vicious groups of seven
punch them into my desk phone, leave voicemails all day
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10. |
For a Long Time
02:28
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i don't want to be alive for a long
i'm ready to go once i'm past my prime
i don't remember anything before i was born
so i'll slip into the darkness and do that some more
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11. |
Drunk and Alone
02:43
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I wanna weep into my hands when I'm sober without the internet. My dad still gets junk mail with my dead mom's name on it. What am I supposed to do with the piles of that. I'll dig a ten foot hole and live in it.
I wanna be drunk and alone. I want to be drunk.
I broke my key off in the lock. I went through my front window. I fell asleep with my pants on. But I've got the night to talk to. I've got the night.
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Go Home Indianapolis, Indiana
Go Home is from Indiana.
Harlan Kelly plays guitar and sings.
Daniel Versweyveld plays drums.
Taylor Peters plays bass and sings.
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