1. |
Full Bloom
03:49
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Full Bloom
You’re backwards,
We’re tipping,
Got all of your simping too
We paced it,
Replaced it,
You made me become with you,
Your heart hurts, [I'm] your haven, you’re trusting my main debut
There [are] parties, defacing,
There [are] follies and grace with you,
there’s grace with you.
I was watching you
From the back of the room
You’re hollow
We’re craving
We’ve always just blown the fuse
There [are] timers on waiting
The honor has come unglued
Your heart hurt
Its withered
Best parts have gone subdued
There [are] parties, defacing, there [are] follies and grace with you
I was watching you
From the back of the room
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2. |
Descend
04:49
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Descend
(And now for something completely different)
You’re trying to meet me at the edge
We’re always trying to play pretend
To go, to feel, to want, to be with you again
You always fantasized intense,
You made believe we could be friends,
The parts, the pain, the love,
We gained again
You always wanted to descend
The mark, the maker, on the mend
To go, to be, to want to be with you again
I’m over the moon with you
Not over the spectacle,
The positive, the penalty,
We’ve got it good, we’ve got the tea
You’re trying to make me play the victim,
You’re trying to make me play the part,
To go, to seize, to love on your knees
There’s never practice in our hearts,
Played the damn fiddle with your doubt,
To run, to smirk, to work all of your tests,
I’m over the moon with you,
Not over the spectacle,
The positive, the penalty,
We’ve got it good, we’ve got the tea
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3. |
Sharks and Foxes
03:02
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Sharks and Foxes
Own that baller,
He paid for you
Borrowed shelter
To fade with fees
Own that dollar
You paid to feel
Sparks and cowards
They ain't fake for free
Own that baller
You take to knees
Sharks and Foxes
He picks his kill
Crashing backwards
You always fell
Own that baller
He staged your thrill
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4. |
Affection
03:46
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Affection
Hold your pace to make the case
Total resurrection, theirs and yours
Affection missed the mark with your tight fist
Sold your luck to make a play
Total resurrection yours and mine
Addiction plays the poor
With your trite bliss
Gonna motivate you
Gonna make you lazy
Gonna make you fly
She gonna make you hazy
Gonna make you hate me
Like me
Gonna make you hate me
Like me
Told your boys to make a pass
Total resurrection, theirs and yours
Affection is a dire consequence
Hold a buck to make a slave
Total resurrection, yours and mine
Reflection can’t be born
When you’re a dick
Gonna motivate you
Gonna make you lazy
Gonna make you fly
She gonna make you hazy
Gonna make you hate me
Like me
Gonna make you hate me
Like me
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5. |
Fake is the New Trend
03:34
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Fake is the New Trend
The men aren’t banging the style that you got
The party girls of RV park lots
The hot, the careless, the coming up later
The hot, the careless, the freak show haters
Society be twisted, all rancid and ragged,
The muscle man,
Oh his body’s all haggard
Snorting and sipping,
Fame eating fame,
Dignity all eaten up by the shame,
Can’t we all just forget the little things?
Can’t we all just forget the big bang?
Fake is the new trend
Everyone seems to be in style
Cock blocking beats,
Simmer down all you bearded men,
Stop at the scruff,
Got no time for your trendiness
The men aren’t banging the style that you got,
The party girls of Summer hot spots,
The hot, the careless, the coming up later,
The hot, the careless, the Tik Tok haters,
Society be restless, all mixed up, ill mannered,
The social fans,
Oh their coming with their daggers…
Cock blocking beats,
Simmer down all you bearded men,
Stop at the scruff,
Got no time for your trendiness
Seems to be in style
Fake is the new trend
Everyone seems to be in style
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6. |
Starlight
03:36
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Starlight
You’ve faltered on the hours
All I could see was in your eye
You faltered on the hourglass
You were finding your ice queen
I want to be yours
I want to be loved
You passed by
On the transfer
All I could
do was wave my hand
You’re falling
To the wayside
You are finding
We are obsolete
I want to be yours
I want to be loved
I want to be I want to be your your yours
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7. |
Fossils
03:05
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Fossils
We were porous
Melting of the skin
Into everything
We were born for this
And the moment
We felt it come strong
To persevere, to move things right along
Only saw you that one time,
Caught our breath,
Our eyes aligned,
There was beauty in that breath
There was beauty when we met
X2
It was sordid
And the nights air gives in
The moment yearns
Its breath held within
Scavengers we can only take what we find
We are fossils made of past rewinds
Only saw you that one time,
Caught our breath,
Our eyes aligned,
There was beauty in that breath
There was beauty when we met
Only saw you that one time, (Who are)
Caught our breath, (you)
Our eyes aligned, (to me)
There was beauty in that breath
There was beauty when we met
Who are you to me
Who are you to me
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8. |
Buttery Sort of Dream
04:22
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Buttery Sort of Dream
Won’t you stick with me
Like a buttery sort of dream
Won’t you stick with me
I promise I will learn how to breathe
And we were like rockets
In a sordid night sky
Providing light to fallacies,
On the stars of which we resided
And we weren't much more
Than sex and weed and whiskey
And we weren't much more than
Lust, sunshine, and beats
We weren't more than
Wine, fresh minds, and frisking
We were more than
Anything you could believe in
Anything you could believe in
X2
Won’t you stick with me
Like a buttery sort of dream?
Won’t you stick with me,
Darlin’
I promise we won’t atrophy
We were pockets of laughter
In a muddled moat of madness
And our pillow talk and candor
Was always laced with pure sass
And we weren’t more than
Sex and sea and whiskey
And we weren’t more than
Synchrodestiny
And we weren't more than
Lust, sunshine, and beats
We were more than
Anything you could believe in
Anything you could believe in
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9. |
Avalanche
03:35
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Avalanche
When you compared the last year
To the only way we were before
The moment seems more dear
The time, it floats, made me want to dare
And I feel so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low
And I feel so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low
To finally being a ghost,
To come through anything
We didn’t before
The places you and I went,
To close the end of our innocence
And I feel so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low
And I feel so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low (and I)
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low (so low)
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low (so low)
You’ve got me, you’ve got me feeling so low (so low)
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10. |
Absentee Life
03:33
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Absentee Life
Yesterday we finished that song,
When its just you and me,
We’re no longer gutted
Yesterday we landed in visions of the times before
The world never in disrepair
These days fall away
Yes they do
These days kinda stray
I’m so happy
Living so absently
I’m so damn happy
Not caught in catastrophe
I’m so happy
Reveling in apathy
I’m so happy
Living that absentee life (I’m so happy)
Living that absentee life (I’m so happy)
Yesterday we offered our prose,
When its just you and me,
Surrounded by words we chose
Yesteday we polished that tune
When its just you and me,
There’s no time to be forgot
These days fall away
Yes they do
These days kinda stray
I’m so happy
Living so absently
I’m so damn happy
Not caught in catastrophe
I’m so happy
Reveling in apathy
I’m so happy
Living that absentee life (I’m so happy)
Living that absentee life (I’m so happy)
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11. |
Laced with You
04:30
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Laced with You
On the coast, on the coast
You could be her sun
On the coast, on the coast
You could steal her heart
All over me, all over me
On the coast, on the coast
We’re all odds on
On the coast, on the coast
Times on pause
Head over heels
I want to be laced with you
I want to be erased
I dreamt to be debased by you
I barely escaped
x2
On the coast, on the coast
Time is bought
On the coast, on the coast
You’re a piece of what’s lost
Head over here, head over here
On the coast, on the coast
You could feel me drown
On the coast, on the coast
I am lost, then found
To disappear
To just disappear
I want to be laced with you
I want to be erased
I dreamt to be debased by you
I barely escaped
X2
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12. |
Expiration Known
03:42
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Expiration Known
(The earth we live on is under attack, What do we do? Stand up, fight back! What do we do? Stand up fight back! What do we do? Stand up fight back!)
The pots on the burner,
grey blue eyes deepen,
The liquids boiling over,
Paralyzing fear
The farce is getting bigger,
The lies, red, white, and blue,
We motion through the litter,
Paved with past dues
Oooh
Time touched you again
This sty is getting heated,
Expiration known,
The people, they were fleeting,
Tied to finish last
Our offspring couldn’t fake through,
Mercury in our ash,
Technology breeds those who divide and flee you,
Our future’s not been paged yet,
The gravity of its defeat,
You wonder what it takes us,
To believe in such a feat
Veracity of oil tycoons,
Creeping our needs,
The stake in our babies,
Lying six feet deep
Oooh
Time touched you again
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the Awkward Sleep Madison, Wisconsin
a minimalist indie pop duo with layers of etheral haunting vibes and a bit of grunge thrown in for good
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Tyler - Multi-instrumentalist (Bass, Guitar, Volca Beats, Volca Sample, Kaoss Pro, Microkorg, Maschine, Teenage Engineering PO's)
Ru - Production and Mixing, Lyrics, Vocals, and Songwriting
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