1. |
lucky cigarette
02:42
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i smoke my lucky cigarette and i
i feel so high
take a deep breath in, it does the rest
time to arise
and we laugh until our skin is red
and i fall to the floor
crack my head open on the corner desk
big george, he roars
and then we drink drink drunk
till we’ve had our fill
and i feel so dumb
pet the dogs until they lick my face
we howl and we hum
to the tune of every empty stare
light trails and it hits
is this nervousness or psychosis
i love this pit
i smoke my lucky cigarette and i
i feel so high
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2. |
scratching sores
02:33
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straightened seams
crooked smiles
an anxious dream
woke up to snow
with sunken eyes
so it seems
another day
with some loose change
to carry you through
and another promise
that you know
won’t hold true
scratching sores, behind closed doors
you gotta know, that no ones yours
you don’t own anyone
hand in hand
and day by day
you need more
drink to mouth
and head to wall
you’re on the floor
she gets knocked down
from clinging to
old memories
and when they fade
a barren feeling
is all that they leave
scratching sores, behind closed doors
you gotta know, that no one’s yours
you don’t own anyone
it doesn’t matter anyway
it never mattered if it was real or if it was fake
if you leave or if you stay
you’ll go on brooding anyway, either way
when i was a kid
i woke up new everyday
now i’m surprised
when i hear some new refrain
the shadows still play
out on the wall in my room
so i cut the lights
and wait for the night to reach its bloom
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3. |
unsaid
04:29
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another thoughtless word
not feeling what you’ve heard
loves a generous term
to throw at things you burn
there is something being left unsaid
just when things feel right
you spend another night
wishing he was here
to have a side to spear
something we all feel
ignore them it’s not real
write out what you think
in disappearing ink
i know that we’re fucked
the only god i’ve seen
was in the space between
i tried so hard to know
when it’s right to show
i think i’ll leave tonight
and drive somewhere i’d like
remember when you said
that we would be all right
i had some more and then i used it
i had some more and then i used it
when it’s like this i can’t refuse it
i had some more and then i used it
i had some more and then i used it
i had some more and then i used it
when it’s like this i am useless
i had some more and then i used it
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4. |
grunting mass
02:25
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she never did what she was told
saw that black dog on the side of the road
and it was dead dead dead dead dead dead dead in time
and it bled bled bled bled bled bled on white lines
three doors down, the forgotten son, discounts the future till the presents gone
on a whim, and off of smoke, he feels his body like its cast in mold
she never did what she was told
stopped for every person on the road
and in their face face face face face face she saw the lines
another case case case case case case case of plodding time
three doors down, the forgotten son, discounts the future till the presents gone
on a whim, and off of smoke, he feels his body like its cast in mold
never sure, how to heal, from things you’ve always just had to feel
in the mirror, nude and crass, stuck in your body this grunting mass
stuck in your body this grunting mass
stuck in your body this grunting mass
stuck in your body this grunting mass
stuck in your body this grunting mass
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5. |
fool
02:28
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i can’t think today
what’s coursing through my brain
again i’m falling short
the day explodes
i’m flying home cuz we’re falling short
and maybe it was wrong
to hold on for so long
but i never had the strength
to tell it all so long
i can’t speak today
i wander through airport gates
my head is heavy
my chest is hollow
i feel the medicine start to set in
and it was never strong
to wallow for a song
but you’re the common thread
in the hurting that’s gone on
i can’t be today
i need somebody else
to be the muse
to be the aim
to be the reason i stop falling short
and wouldn’t it be great
to change for someone else’s sake
from that picture of yourself
that you know you can’t erase
i can’t think today
what’s coursing through my brain
again i’m falling short
the day explodes
the fool for love is never sane
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(latent) Missoula, montana
(latent) is a missoula based band composed of zack buchholz, nick togliatti and jake swank. these three fellas have been playing music together for nearly a decade and this band is a culmination of their endeavors to incorporate absurdity, sincerity, and high energy music into a single intense project. ... more
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