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Alive
03:33
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Oh hello
open up
just to get it on the record
who you have become
Let it go
or let it swallow you whole
a boring existential drift
you miss the mark
you take the hit
oh no
It's alive
and it calls
only when you're not looking
do the words come
and decide
you're wrong
no choice, but to make it up
or to move along
So you're scared
of what you've become
and you carry all the weight
from it on
and you wear
it all on your sleeve
and sell it to any soul that's listening
It's alive
and it calls
only when you're not looking
do the words come
and decide
you're wrong
no choice, but to make it up
or to move along
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2. |
Don't Be a Monster
05:39
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Sparks are left to eat you alive
when darkness is the best of a bad, the best you've ever had
That's the sound of giving up the ghost
wrapped around a second hand
Don't be a monster
get a hold of yourself
Every thought that leads you is sugar sweet cyanide
Mouth washed, you're closed off, dust yourself dry
It's the easy way out that scares you the most
needle and thread, you old punching bag
Don't be a monster
get a hold of yourself
Sparks are left to eat you alive
when darkness is the best of a bad, the best you've ever had
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3. |
Fickle Bitch
03:43
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I'm surging with a rich girl's blood
dressed down to fit with a fear of owning a TV
All in all, is it a waste of time
to memorize the scenes, toss back our drinks and disagree?
I'm surging with a rich boy's blood
and I'm not allowed to smile if it doesn't fit the scene
All in all, she seems to catch my eye
smoking half a cigarette and selling her degree
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4. |
That Rotting Feeling
03:36
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I'm living under the stairs
and you carry your feet too loudly
while I'm trying to sleep
it just reminds me...
I'm sleeping under the stars
and you like to sing out loud
while I'm trying to dream
you drink to sink the sound
Everybody all aboard this sinking ship
it once housed a thousand pure ideals,
but those hearts are parts in the machine
and fruit flies gave rumor to the wheels
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5. |
Capitolism
04:01
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It's who you know
it's what you get when you get sized up at the door
Please tell me how to make it
more than a little sideshow
Sing the song, know the words that make me feel so good
I wouldn't let it go even if I could
Please tell me how to make it
more than a little sideshow
Mark my words I'm talking shit
I'm into it, I'm over it
Sing the song, know the words that make me feel so good
I wouldn't let it go even if I COULD
Please tell me how to make it
more than a little sideshow
Mark my words I'm talking shit
I'm into it, I'm over it
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6. |
Mozzarella
03:18
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Your mouth is dry from all the talking
your eyes are sunken in
and I have compromised every single time
just to let you win
Your eyes are gone and sunken into my skin
You're soaked in alcohol
You were drinking that bubbly water
out of colorful cans that made you seem
you didn't drink just regular water
and you had a bit of personality
You had those figurines on shelves
that looked like super heroes
screamed 'come check me out'
and all the things that I collect
Your eyes are gone and sunken into my skin
You're soaked in alcohol
This is what you want
and this is what you get
and that's the taste of
regret
Oh, that line,
the one you've watered down
is a sad excuse for how you've been
It comes as no surprise
you've lost that spirit and
I found it sinking to the bottom of a bottle of gin
Your eyes are gone and sunken into my skin
You're soaked in alcohol
This is what you want
and this is what you get
and that's the taste of
regret
You're soaked in alcohol
You're soaked in alcohol
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7. |
My Father's Guitar
04:34
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Honestly, I'm desperate and alone
and desperately I'm no good at letting go
Be the love you know that you are
You sing songs because you don't know better
Be the love you know that you are
Be the love you know you can be
I've done work on my father's guitar
leaning and it's holding the wall
raised inside a Plasticine home
by cartoon characters that you know
Remove the trees
supplant them with glass jars
Would they continue to grow
or would they have lived at all?
Be the love you know that you are
You sing songs because you don't know better
Be the love you know that you are
Be the love you know you can be
I've done work on my father's guitar
leaning and it's holding the wall
raised inside a Plasticine home
by cartoon characters that you know
I've done work on my father's guitar
he's leaving and I'm digging a hole
when trees fall do they end with a sound
if no one is around to behold?
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"...their penchant for passionate vocal performances, perky instrumentation, and iridescent melodies have kept them one of Seattle’s must-know artists of the modern era." - Northwest Music Scene
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