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Raging Waters
04:11
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Simple enough
Deep in consequences
Taking time for the
Last time I promise
Can’t hold my breath
Under raging waters
Pacing back and
Forth, ground breaks under-
Neath my feet
Back to you my brother
How’s it goin’
Been too long now
Mom says “Hi” and
Dad wished you’d call him
I’m slumped on my back
Missin’ you again
I’m slumped on my back
Missin’ you again
I’m slumped on my back
Missin’ you
With the lights out
With the lights out
With the lights out
With the lights out
With the lights out
With the lights out
In the light
I’m goin’ home
In the light
I’m goin’ home
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Jet Set
05:44
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Jet set, wet, can’t come over yet
Jet set, wet, can’t come over yet
Jet set, wet, can’t come over yet
Jet set, wet, can’t come over yet
Jet set, wet can’t come over yet
Get set, well met, kay, but don’t forget
Set bet, fat debt, caught by safety net
Fake friends, get bent, just can’t stomach it
Saw birds overhead by the thousands
From the window of a closed up room
In my bed I felt a strangers heart poundin’
Locked in a cage till they open the tomb
Heard secrets through whispers unfounded
Seuth sayers singin’ psalms of doom
Saw planes overhead by thousands
What a shame, rain’s comin’ down soon
Walk around the block
Step off the curb
Talk all you want
Still lost for words
We’re still crawlin’
The bombs are fallin’
We’re still crawlin’
The bombs are fallin’
We’re still crawlin’
The bombs are fallin’
We’re still crawlin’
The bombs are fallin’
Comin’ my way
Lost on the highway
You’re comin’ my way
Loste on the highway
You’re comin’ my way
Lost on the highway
You’re coming my way
Lost on the highway
In the city with no place to be
What a pity, don’t make sense to me
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Between Then and Now
05:12
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It’s not much warmer when you get inside
Hideaway, don’t fall behind
Stock grey, faded washed dull slate white
Rotten wood, rusted nails, lost change, lost time
Everyone is lookin’ for the next warm state
If we leave who we love, we’ll forget what we hate
I have compulsions to remember dull moments
But I don’t have time to drag dead weight
They wanna put me
In the movies
Well sometimes I think I was better off back when
I thought nothing of everything that I ever did
Sometimes I think life was better when
I thought nothing of everything that I ever did
Someday when I’m older
Someday when I’m famous
Someday I’ll move to the suburbs
Someday when I’m shameless
Someday when I’m older
Someday, I’ll be famous
Someday I’ll move to the suburbs
Someday, I’ll be painless
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Electric Tvndra Portland, Oregon
Anodic rhythms, audio diaries and tone paintings by Hazel Sterling Clemente.
she/her
Photo cred @sunshinesroom
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