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In The Resolve
02:11
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We sang songs from underneath your shadow
The melody carries us to where we are now
The songs gave us hope when we couldn’t dream of a tomorrow
We had to find the strangest ways of holding on somehow
We used to cry
Under the shadow of your lies
And how we tried
To carry that weight as we moved about our lives
It was suffocating, debilitating
Alienating, Oftentimes humiliating
It left us with a craving
For a world worth saving
We sang songs with anyone who’d sing with us
More people knew the words than we had thought
The harmonies were harmonious
We had to bring it and it was brought
We used to dream
That one day we’d be
Above your doubt and we’d scream
We are free, finally
We are here We are whole
In the resolve we know our roles
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Wormy
03:38
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I wriggle through my memories like a worm in dirt
Trying to calculate their worth
I want to feel at home here
I would love for things to be crystal clear
But everything’s so muddy
If I am a worm you must be a child
Were all of your experiments worthwhile
I want to hide return to the wild
Safer out there than with you man child
I wince at memories that are definitely mine but feel like they’re not
When you cut me in pieces did you think that I’d wither and rot?
I want to feel whole
I would love for the pieces to grow
But everything’s so muddy
If I am a worm you must be a child
Were my experiences not worthwhile
Doesn’t matter to you throw me away with a smile
Okay that greats I’m done with your games man child
Back in the dirt now wriggling around
I see my friends parts of my past self
Here we all are onward together we march
Facing the truth shining like stars
Because I’m not a worm but I was a child
Experiments experienced all the same worthwhile
One important lesson I learned out in the wild
Is that I’d rather be a worm than anything like you man child
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3. |
Four More Vampire Teeth
02:34
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Four more
it’s not enough
No matter how much
I wished it was
It was all
Fun and games
Until the rules changed
And I didn’t know how to play
No according to you I Never knew how to play
Couldn’t quite figure it out
Whenever I started to the rules would change
And I’d get penalized for following what I thought were the rules
But it was all a ruse for your amusement or something
I always knew
Vampire teeth
Could make a person cry
Didn’t think you’d be the one to bite
That was the
First night
I cried myself to sleep
Obviously the first of many
Yeah according to you boys don’t cry
Well jokes on you
I never was a boy
Not that it matters anyway
You can’t penalize me today
But I do hope you are amused
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4. |
To Dad
07:00
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5. |
Before Survival
03:01
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Before survival when I moved through the world the way I wish I could now
I was beautiful
I was powerful
I was free
Before survival I was, in a word, me
During though I became a hollowed out husk
Unaware of the process that was slowly removing my guts
Learning to escape reality by getting lost in books
Learning the locations of all the crannies and nooks to hide in
Making up imaginary friends so I had someone to confide in
There is beauty in the pain
And magic in the beauty
Love in the rituals
That meant so much to me
And still do
Before survival when I knew who I was
I moved through the world the way I wish I could now
Unburdened unbothered
And sure of my choices
Before survival was before I internalized what destroys us
And afterwards I became like forgotten fruit in the pantry
Rotten beyond the point of recognition
Living vicariously through the insects feasting on me
Desperate to leave these nooks and crannies I’ve been hiding in
Eagerly awaiting for someone to let the light in
There is beauty in the pain
And magic in the beauty
Love in the rituals
That meant so much to me
And still do
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6. |
Eating Kegogi
00:57
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7. |
Develop Scream Exposure
02:01
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In the dark room that is my mind
I’m hanging up some things to dry
Working overtime
To develop these
Memories
In the loud screams that are my mind
I’m hearing deafening cries
Replaying all the time
Reliving these
Memories
In the light that has found it’s way in and is my mind
There are real beautiful things basking in the shine
After taking their time
To develop
These memories are the loud screams of my mind
They are the deafening cries
They are heard alright
They shine in the light
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I’m trying my best and by that I mean all that I can muster
I will make no apologies even if at times my best can look lackluster
Cause I’m doing my best just to hang in there
Hooray I guess cause I’m hanging in there
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The songs on my second album are all treasures to me
And it’s not just because that album is about treasure hunting
It was the last music of mine
that my dad heard before he died
And secretly
Those songs are about more than just treasure hunting
The songs have a hidden meaning
The songs on my second album are all treasures to me
And those songs are about more than just treasure hunting
It’s more than a story that many people might describe sad
But I don’t think it’s anything bad
Secretly
The songs have a hidden meaning
They’re more than a story more than something sad
If I’m being honest
Those songs are about me and my dad
They’re about some of the most exciting and cherished times I’ve ever had
A lot of twists and turns
Even more cuts and burns
But that’s okay
Because look just look at all the treasure I have with me today
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10. |
Bottle Caps and Sawdust
01:30
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The first things I ever collected were bottle caps. I would pick up every one I’d find on walks with my dad. I made a bracelet with them that’s currently under my bed. They’re in a bag with photographs and song lyrics and report cards and letters from friends, all stuff of my dads all memories he’s had. These are the things that come to mind whenever I smell sawdust. Along with the memories of the malt liquor, weed, speed, and rust. Grateful for the good times, wish we had more time to talk about the bad times but it seems the time for that is over.
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