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I’m a human tetromino
On a permanent Japanese game show
I’m sure I can find some more give in my bones
On the edge of a paradigm shift
My mind ablaze, my thoughts adrift
That voice I can’t quite trust sounds like my own
I can’t find oblivion in the places I used to
My body’s revolting
At being told what to do
Memories fade like morning frost
Hello perpetual present, the past is lost
And the future is a closed door
Your unreliable narrator
Your faithful procrastinator
Humbly presents another tidy headfuck
Take each day at a time
Like dominos, tracing straight lines
Who could resist giving a little push?
Memories fade like morning frost
Hello perpetual present, the past is lost
Take in a deep breath, this is it
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A Comfortable Lie
02:42
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Creep out the side door
Glance up to the sky
Question your backbone
Retreat back inside
Reality’s fading
And so is your time
It’s getting so easy
To stop asking why
Back to the start
With a swing and a miss
Throw up your arms
And just settle for this
Cognitive dissonance
Once in a while
Don’t ask why
Someone else is accountable
It’s a comfortable lie
But these bones won’t heal themselves
And the fractures, they’re wide
This grip isn’t loosening
Restricting my air again
Contentment: a former friend
Next stop: oblivion
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Penitent One
01:30
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Alive
Only on the outside
Black hole
Spaghettified my pride
Aren’t you the salt of the earth
I’m as salty as the sea
But nowhere near as deep
(So shallow)
Stones thrown
Blackened my blue eyes
Blood spilled
Scabbing up and dried
Penny for the guy
Hung, drawn and quartered
Watch my effigy fry
Fragments of guilt I toss aside
Secrets contain my biggest lie
Sorry that I made you sad
I didn’t think I was that bad
Despite having been put through hell
It’s good to see you’re doing well
I’d rather just take half the blame
The burden’s driving me insane
Maybe I deserve it though
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4. |
Almost Got 'Em
02:16
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I’d forgotten how it felt to remember
The words you said to me
An extended cut played on repeat
Holding out my hands, thinking on my feet
Next time, I’ll get ‘em next time
The broken clock agrees
The morning tastes so fresh and clean
Could I get a written guarantee?
In quiet moments
Deafening loud
Doomed to isolation
Lost in the crowd
I can’t stop
I missed the starting gun
I’m yesterday
After tomorrow’s gone
A spinning compass
Swimming through broken glass tonight
I am a sad song that has been forgotten
A tree branch, crooked and rotten
Eternal war
With no one keeping score
For now
Summer makes an exit stage right
The shivers just mean that I’m alive
Nostalgic echoes can’t help omit
Unwelcome narrative parts and
Their awkward fit
I’m on a psycho-archaeological dig now
Met a skeleton with a matching brush
Cast me in bronze, meet me at the gate
Carve out more thinking time
Believe me, I can wait
The dams, all built with
Papier-mâché fronts
Holding back the flood of
Something I said once
I’m falling
Forgot which way is up
It’s “all relative”?
Or “I’ve just had enough”?
A circular debate where
I’ve got nothing to say again
I’m seeing spirals
Buried in everything
Zen/hellraiser
Just alternating
A faceless man fixated on a plan
Long crumbled into dust
Before he took a look at it
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Haze Again
02:36
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Just another groundhog hangover
Swallowing regrets while I’m sober enough
I don’t want to do this again
But just because I don’t
Doesn’t mean I won’t
A tired, well-worn pattern of self abuse
Cross a heart and hope to die there is no use
“In no uncertain terms”, once said
“Will I ever make this permanent”
A temporary haze, again
It never seems to ring true
When I blame the gene pool
You would be so proud
now I’m opening up
I don’t want to do this again
Just because I don’t
Doesn’t mean I won’t
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Polaroid
03:06
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Take your fistful of those plastic chips
Release them from sweaty fingertips
All on black, wait, I take it back
I’m made of lists and inconsistencies
Half-baked plans and trite mysteries
Less than the sum of their parts?
A shifting state
Not here to stay
A moment where it all fits into place
A polaroid in scorching sun
Just fading out, coming undone
What is so hard about just starting again?
I’m bone tired, I’m exhausted
I can’t not pull on that same thread
But being late’s the new early and I’ve got time
I’m primed with matches and gasoline
(The Americanism fit the rhyming scheme)
Either way, it burns the same
I at least deserved a better nemesis
Than this backward-faced doppelganger, this...
You don’t get what you want
You get what you need
Now I’m clean
In moments of clarity
Snatched microseconds in the inbetween
A billion exploding stars at night
Drowned out by a buzzing streetlight
How can anyone find energy to try?
Like an unrelenting echo
Didn’t you hear the one about tomorrow?
The one about how everything will get better?
Slip into the cycle again
Can it be broken? Is it the end?
A billion exploding stars at night
Drowned out by a buzzing streetlight
How can anyone find energy to try?
Like an unrelenting echo
Didn’t you hear the one about tomorrow?
The one about how everything will get better?
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Don Blake Manchester, UK
Joe, Kie, Sam, and Nige do the punk rock and the harmonies.
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