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Gutless - Blueberry
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My mother always told me: "Never shout when you step on a needle. It's not like you're tumbling down a cliff. She said: "Lick your wounds if you must, but clench your teeth and keep your voice unheard."
The tip of my toe looked like a bleeding blueberry, but the movement of the clouds; they always calmed me when I was passing out.
If I wasn't scared I'd scream much louder, and maybe then I'd be alright with me.
If I had wheels I'd be a wagon, if I wasn't I then you'd fall in love with me.
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Sinking sun swallowed west. The year is gone and I lost my home. A weak embrace and a hollow thirst. I'm sorry we capped off on that note.
You went and changed your name, and never looked back on our plans. But I honestly can't bring myself to blame you. Because distance is demanding, and we should not respond to threats. And I'm dreading the place I'll come back to, and I can tell it will be a long ride back.
Drifting away from second tries, left before I fell down cold.
We compare our pain to others as if drowning could be put on a scale.
Drunkenly stumbling into debates we do not comprehend. Our dance will soon be followed by loneliness and patches of blue sky. And distance is demanding, and we don't have much left to give. And I'm dreading the mess I'll be facing, and I can tell it will be a long ride back to/in the box to/with the records I left behind and the bills that aren't paid. And the pills make me afraid. Masked by my walls. Ignoring the outside because there's left for me despite what fake smiles might imply.
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Gutless - Paraphernalia
03:01
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Left behind. Surrounded by notebooks and little shards of glass from your paraphernalia. Alone; you wonder into someone's office or a vast open landscape filled with boxes.
And they said it wouldn't hurt if you just jumped inside one.
But you cannot fit there, so your bones start aching and your mind is tracing footsteps to find the last time you were happy. Never made love but always fucked by promises that life at home would get better.
And they said it wouldn't hurt if you just kept holding on.
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Consent - The Blame
03:01
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Consent - Walls
05:52
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