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the town in which i was born
is very far away
but the room where we met
is quite near this place
to which i can't help but come back
feels like i owe some sort of debt
'cause i can't count how long i missed you
before we first met
chorus:
i told you there will be
better ones than me
you didn't really think there would be
but that wasn't a compliment, really
you said i'd made your world small
almost too small to fit in
you think you'll play the nocturne
'til i love you again
you think if you play it hard enough
or sad enough or mad
that if it sounds enough like crying
then it just might change the past
chorus
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Poo-Tee-Weet
03:56
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doesn't seem possible to be happy and honest
is ignorance bliss? I don't want to think
turning over headstones, waking up ghosts is all
thinking's ever done for me
i'm an expert of sadness, did you know of the
various flavours, the grieving unfurled
the incomparable horror upon finding your lowest
expectations exceeding the truth of the world
chorus:
void and devoid, no meaning at all
the basis of every belief I believe is the
absence of one, but how did my life go on
living itself without me?
the gaps, the blank spaces where love's meant to be ask,
if nothing else matters then why does it seem that the
end of the world, comes weekly at least it's an
awfully exhausting routine
and there is no love, only its end and the
inverse is true for mourning
but there's still the first true rest, smile, genuine laugh
i can feel myself slowly conforming
chorus
is every love stolen from loss
loss only comes from the love it betrays
but songs are as sad as the listener
how do you feel about love today
chorus
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The Leaves
03:22
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i feel you like a breeze
my frame's gentle reprise
you are the lake I thought was the sea
you are the fog and I couldn't breathe
in the brief summer weeks when the sun shares itself
we sleep on the leaves in spite of myself
keep me dark inside of myself
never leave
never leave
i wrote you a love song
It's just inside of me growing
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4. |
The Whites of Their Eyes
05:10
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it’s okay
you’re dying too
just waste your time
just bide your time
it’s fine
you’re waiting too
just pass the time
just dissipate
you’ll go to hell for thinking that
you’ll go to hell for thinking that
look away, think happy thoughts
look away, sink, submit, separate
it’s alright
you burn the
candle at both ends
you’re alright
it’s okay
don’t fire until
you see the whites
of their eyes
you’ll go to hell for thinking that
go get fucked for thinking that
look away, submerge head in fluids
you’re alright, it’s fine
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5. |
Song for Simpler Things
02:13
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i’m immortal until
someone forgets my name
my ideas define the things I regret
what’s under the skin is never static
i’m listening
to my struggling personality
to my awakened sense of mortality
it’s a song for simpler things
sometimes there’s nothing
to wrap your head around
and you end up
asphyxiating yourself
i’ve buried myself
under one thousand litres of shallow water
under one thousand feet of unfinished sentences
it’s a song for simpler things
i’m looking for
the algorithm
to a perfect life
it’s a song for simpler things
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American Supine Comox, British Columbia
A three-piece indie/folk/punk band from Comox, Canada.
American Supine is:
Madison Mayhew on bass/vocals,
Gemma Goletski on drums,
Lewis Wilson on guitar.
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