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Hey oh, I hold the misery as my pennant
I’m fine, like a landmine never burst
There’s a bunch of clumsy moves I shall do
I believe in crooked angles
Head down, while the endorphins are dropping
I wouldn’t be so sure that I’ll make it through
Every time I’m walking into a dark room
I’m just scared because I can
I don’t need to bargain to get my nightmares back
Crippling flaws to hide behind a great potential
We live in such a hurry
It doesn’t feel like this is real, I’m just collateral
Last night, I was safe behind those lies
That’s right, I’m a bad sketch poorly drawn
Every step I spared along dusty roads
I’ve my faith in fallen bridges
I don’t need to bargain to get my nightmares back
Crippling flaws to hide behind a great potential
We live in such a hurry
It doesn’t feel like this is real, I’m just collateral
We live in such a hurry
It doesn’t feel like this is real, I’m just collateral
Nothing’s left at all
I will buy some time abjuring
Nothing’s left at all
I will buy some time abjuring
Nothing’s left at all
I will buy some time abjuring
Nothing’s left at all
I will buy some time abjuring
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Daisy St. Patience
04:03
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Think bright and don’t get blinded by ambitions
When it’s time, get used to tranquilizers
Grow distress until it gets so solid you can sell it, right
Sometimes I know I can be a bit obsessive
Sit tight and let the nothing happen
I guess I should pass by more often, spoiling your free time
Last night I’ve seen a dead man in my kitchen
I said hi and we got drunk with manners
When it comes to certain patterns I can’t really escape
I think doesn’t matter what i’ve been through
Your high expectations are mentally abusive
Embracing the post-truth as way of life
I’ve seen a dog with a fish in its mouth, covered in blisters, with no head and blind eyes
Disapproving my pile of dead flies and sick dreams, tell me what’s next against my will
I’ve seen a fish with no legs and no arms, ferocious and cold, as the nights by my side
Holding the grudge against faith and sharp teeth, show me how deep is the dead end sea
I’ve seen the krill in the shape of missed calls, stubborn and bold, as voices approach
Thriving in darkness as the stories foretold, help me disarming recurring events
I’ve seen myself, an eye for an I, annoying by birth, turned out to be a stray
Misplacing the bones of regrets from past years, carry me down delusional streams
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Get Scurvy
04:11
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Last round and I’ll go
Through that neglecting storm
It doesn’t make much
Sense to run around dark circles
Don’t you think I’d quit
I don’t think I could be better
I’ve been struck by circumstances
Hunting meanings down the river
that goes steady downwards
I wait for no surprise, so please just put me on hold
I craved for ancient timelines, in which I was a stone
I wouldn’t take advantage of something unreal to fear the most
I wouldn’t stand a chance of making a pile and let things burn
What kind of choice is that? I’ll hit the ground and won’t explode
I wouldn’t bear some distractions
It’s been so long that I had a fine time
I wouldn’t need cold perfection
It’s been so clear that I cannot define
Spare your ribbons and fancy clothes
Save the date for the day I won’t return
A million years far from here
You’ll be wondering if I was really ever born
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Efty Fringles
03:58
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What have I done to get scolded? Bored or something? Can’t define
Space is shrinking, now or never, unleash your nothing and fly high
Circumstances might have changed but I’m still the sand in your bed
Shovel days out, god is yawning, be the change in no one’s life
Hide your worst where I can find it, dig alongside the railroad
I’d rather twist my neck until I break the spine, than looking up at your neglects
While systems fail, it’s right to be here, we are leftovers, tasting all the same
Run over by dark lights, re-creating noise from scraps
I dare you to complain, eventually we’re born in vain
My choke face, grim as pain
Dance with dust and leave no past
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Greasy Ponds
04:29
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All the sores we inflict ourselves, to merely meet no one’s expectation
While we seek salvation looking for something stuck in the rusty gears of self-absolution
By faking good will and big laughters, neglecting the fact that we are all a fraud
I don’t seek inner peace but I’d spare raging hell, for later disasters, when I’ll run out of friends
The nerves are struggling to stay in control
Over relentless guilts and forgotten beasts
Although the people we care about are doing quite well right now and have enough supplies can last a month
To make it worth to be someone, to be somewhere
As if we never care enough
There’s not such thing as a true north to follow
Just a clumsy derailing through uncharted territories
De-structured realities, glimpses of nonsense filtered through the spinal cord
De-crypted by electrical diagrams and still locked in somehow
Old glooms are reborn through the fire
Winter's still in charge here
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Herpes Zoroaster
05:18
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That’s ok, I will never be the same, don’t you think that I should try on my own
What am I supposed to do?
I’m not real, I’m just a train wreck in disguise, shall I dodge or better hide? It’s alright
What am I supposed to say?
As once you said, I’m sure, I’m no longer here
You and I shall walk alone
That’s ok, let me stare at my own grave, let me spit (on) what I can’t stand anymore
Who am I supposed to blame?
Cripple in disguise, It’ll be great just for one day, give me a time, find a place, shut the door and try to leave me alone
That’s ok, just I’ll never be fine
Cranky every morning, sharpening the axe, every time that I confront you I die a little
Making good decisions, having second thoughts, by the time that you realize I’m a just a tickle
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Hesitation Junkie
03:06
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We are in this mess, it’s extremely dark, it’s fine after all.
Why shall I care? I cannot think no more
How would I fight despicable needs? It’s fine after all.
What should I change? I shouldn’t be no more
What was I thinking? Just watch and rewind, it’s fine after all.
I try to confuse only when I convince no more
Dead earworms have stolen my sleep
There’s no time to bleed, I’m covered in mites, stumbling intentions, completely just lies
Let’s go out and howl, I’ll do what it takes, and look for redemption for worn out mistakes
I’d like to try.. perhaps.. next time.. I’m an hesitation junkie
Those voices inside that reach out to speak, I’m an hesitation junkie
Somehow I’m beginning to breach through, to cut loose, to prove I’m in control
Feel tired and don’t overthink though, just be here, when parallel worlds will collide
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Moody Glues
02:54
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I’ll do my best to disappoint you
For obvious reasons I’ll be dead when you get back
I dip my fingers in this cold and sticky pond
I think next time I’ll pass, if you want you can take over
Another day chasing imaginary worlds
Creative strategies to fail in tiring ways
I think we are stuck again in worn out negotiations
I guess this means that what burns sometimes returns
However it won’t be like the first time we were there
It’s because I’m aging fast, and aging ugly too
I was just learning how to drown, I wasn’t crying for help
Make sure you hit me hard enough, before you walk off my way
Make sure you finish what you started and try to sell me as spare parts, for a few coins
It must be nice to feel a part of something and tear it apart, it’s the only option here
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Edgar Larsenhands
04:10
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A rain of thousands splinters
Tearing up my mind
I would never go far
I’m abruptly needy
It could sound like a good thing
Would you like to sell me your best pain
I will burn this simulation down to the ground
I’ve never had a clearer picture of this hostile world
Never off this way
What did you expect it would have happened
When we’d run out of trusty words?
I can hardly recognize you
Without your silly victim’s costume
I shall never play nice
One day the dust will settle here
Over layers of arguable deeds
I’ve never had the will to share my grave
I will burn this sanctuary down to the ground
I’ve never had a sharper pencil to draw a line
Better off this way
What did you expect it would have happened?
I don’t care of what you had in mind
Today was short and the sky was whining all the time
Would you show me the way home..?
Cause this swamp looks so shiny and feral
Though strangers have happier face(s) than you
And I’m waiting and willing to be a part
Where strangers have brighter face(s) than you
And I’m waiting and willing to be someone else
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Sgt. Popper
02:27
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Streets go by and we don’t notice, we’ve been here like hundred times
If you want to flee you’d better hurry, before the sun goes blind
Have we met before...? I’m sorry... ehm.. oh well.. I’ve no excuse
I see lots of people, don’t remember, I might have been quite high
Big brother meltdown, spare me this time
If you have to feel much better, just ignore me for a while
I’m sure I’ve lost the instruction book somewhere
I was just playing by heart
Big brother breakdown, call me sometimes
Most likely words are not conclusive
Don’t make me talk because I...
If we dig deeper, we’ll find the sewer
If we scream louder, we’ll make it last
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Loans Will Tear Us Apart
02:21
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I don’t know what decade is
Today lasts 20 years
I don’t know what I’m chocking (on), it tastes like flesh and dirt
As long as no one is hurt
When nobody was watching I took a deep breath, I’m not the one to trust
I don’t have what it takes here, just fear inside out
As you are gonna know, I’d bribe for detention
December at my side, still no one is watching
I’ll wait, until you vanish, there’s no one to blame for
Lay down, dear winter sleeper, I won’t let no one to harm you
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Frana Milan, Italy
Frana is self-medication for bored angst riders.
Noisy post-punk with multiple meanings, multiple feelings.
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