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Damaged DNA
03:01
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wilmington on friday night
drank old crow until dawn
murphy's dogs wouldn't let us sleep
and there was sand all over my fucking car
i had never seen the south before
and i've seen enough of it now
we laughed to death, we smoked to death
we sang to death and we went to bed
when it goes
there won't be a single thing left of you
when it's gone
nothing can ever replace
all of your damaged DNA
i stole your lighter and played your songs
and i pushed you in the dirt
i hope you never let your babies listen
to nothings or listen to anything
i was the king of nothing
my hair thinned on the crown
woke up five years later with ocean
water rushing over my head
another year another drop
it never slows down
it never stops
when it goes
it'll go with every piece you had
when it's gone
time is real estate you can't buy back
when it goes
nothing can ever replace
it's just damaged DNA
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White Car Coasting
03:42
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white car coasting up the driveway
sleep another year
early sunday funeral procession
sleep another year
i have inherited nothing but madness and baldness and sadness and years and years
next week I'll be seventeen and I'll sleep another year
i had to roll when i found out
i hit the bottom and climbed back out
now the poster child is dead
i am the patron saint of lying in bed
how does it feel to be under the wing of something bigger than yourself?
it's a bird stealing food from a beggars mouth,
the rich get richer and hollow us out
i have inherited nothing but madness and baldness and sadness and years and years
next week I'll be twenty three and years and years and years and years and
i had to roll when i found out
i hit the bottom and climbed back out
and now the poster boy has said
i am the patron saint of early death
will you ever learn?
you forget so easily
how does it feel to be under the wing of something bigger than yourself?
jesus christ is a broken mirror
i only want to see myself
leave me alone but don't forsake me all these years
and years and years
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Now That I've Found It
03:39
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get yourself together you've been hanging by a thread and there is
no use pretending, no use singing for the dead
we are the gold filling in the rotten tooth is man
the golden stacks of cash that line the train car coming loose
now that you've found it, you'll know it's not what you had wanted
but when you are without it, you'll stop at nothing till you've found it, hound it
don't pass me by, don't look me head on
sit down and relax, we will bloom and be gone
i'll give you a wink and send you away
from ticking bombs who tell you not to pray
write me a symphony of gold that i can hang on my
wall above the fireplace that burns my failed notations like
scores of molten children twist and squirm above the flame that rises
high above the rooftops where the whole town can he me mourn and sing:
now that i've found it i know it's not what i had wanted
but I can't shake it off
it follows me, it's become me, it is my shadow.
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4. |
In Between
02:03
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friends all spoke and relatives choked
the casket open wide
they reached out hands and whimpered prayers
to my body tucked inside
find me a place to stand between a pattern and a name
mother must have sinned when you were younger
father took his life
goddamn the man who sleeps in gutters
and still holds his head up high
on request they cued his record but nothing played
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5. |
Scarecrow / Perfume
04:37
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scarecrow
i've been hollowed out
hung by a pole
black moths
swarm around my hands
and draw stars in dirt
but I can't pile up this soil
to make adam out of earth
khafre built the great sphinx and declared himself a god
but was he the same as you and i?
corrupted by life and terrified to die?
funeral in the bleeding rain
slither up the curb
these same hands that pulled you from the womb
will drop you back into a hole
will you visit my stone on your old-man cane and
arthritic hips just to leave a bouquet?
and will there be a witty remark on my grave, like "we'll be wackin again,"
or will anyone that ever knew me have already faded into obscurity
along with all the words and notes I ever sang
in a dusty* box in someone's basement lost on cassette
we're just two of a kind, you and i
corrupted by life and
here we are
here we are
red table cloth,
only fake flowers,
painted flowers,
fill the church with their perfume.
hear me, help me, save me
the walls surrounded they blow their awful trumpets
hear us, help us, save us
our walls surrounded, they blow their awful trumpets
when they get their hands on my flesh they will hang me
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Telyscopes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"Since 2012, Telyscopes has molted through one reinvention after another--shedding layers of lo-fi psychedelia, chamber pop,
jazz, and electronica like cocoons as the project grows more legs, prettier wings, or sharper mandibles. The lifeblood remains the same: offbeat lyrics and striking melodies. Often ingenious--never typical."
-The All Scene Eye
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