1. |
What I Need
04:16
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All these forms
and I don't have
what I need.
She want's more,
maybe the
blood I bleed.
I'm on my knees.
Who are you
to say
what I need
I don't have.
Hold the key
in my sweaty
hands.
My hands
hold the key
in my sweaty
hands.
All these forms
and I don't have
what I need.
I don't have
what I need.
I don't have
what I need.
What I need,
I don't have.
What I need,
I don't have.
What I need,
I don't have.
What I need,
I don't have.
What I need?
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2. |
Patients Come Undone
02:53
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Please warn the neighbors
there's a heavy rain
falling this way.
But they're cutting holes
in the shingles,
pooling droplets quick.
Will somebody save their kids?
They're playing.
Keep warm in the closet
under dad's long coat
and mom's embroidered scarf.
And we're getting no answer
on the tin-can phone.
Patients come undone.
They're unknown.
Still we won't wait for the roof to cave in.
No, we won't wait for the roof to cave in,
not when we're getting no answer
on the tin-can phone.
Please warn the neighbors
there's a frigid wing
on the song bird.
And she's building a nest in the roof holes
to keep her family warm.
They're growing up.
They're playing.
Keep warm in the closet
under dad's long coat
and mom's embroidered scarf.
And we're getting no answer
on the tin-can phone.
Patients come undone.
They're unknown.
Still we won't wait for the roof to cave in.
No, we won't wait for the roof to cave in,
not when we're getting no answer
on the tin-can phone.
Oh uh, patients come undone.
They're unknown.
Still we won't wait for the roof to cave in.
No, we won't wait for the roof to cave in,
We won't wait for the roof to cave in.
No, we won't wait for anything.
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3. |
No Reply
03:37
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I almost died
entering the restroom,
entering a wet tomb.
They would've found me
dead, a liter of piss
soaked in my jeans.
No reply.
No reply.
Scented like rotten
oranges at the bottom
of an empty swimming pool
under an August sun.
Dried and waiting for you.
Dying for you just to...
write me back.
Write me back.
Right me.
Write me back.
No reply.
No reply.
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4. |
Love Potion
02:52
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Post-card love potion
for a magic woman
who knows all of his tricks
but he'll try them anyways.
Once she see's...
words jump off the page,
like a warm embrace
coming from another friend
to a loving friend
singing send me far away
to the land of honey, Earl Grey.
I'll take another sip
as it burns my tongue.
Torches down,
we got new laws.
So he drowns
with a heavy heart
and a heavy load
on his heart.
Heavy load on his heart.
A heavy load on his heart.
Heavy load on his heart.
Washing up on the bank.
Rusty chains sometimes break.
Lungs are full.
Muddy water.
Muddy water.
Muddy water.
She's jumps in the bank
to give a warm embrace
to bring him back to life
for another try
to ask her out on a date
and put the potions away.
He never needed them anyways.
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5. |
Really Glad
03:20
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I'm glad to meet you.
So really glad to meet you.
I'm glad to meet you.
So really glad I had...
I'm glad to meet you.
So really glad to meet you.
I'm glad to meet you.
On the first day
you and I wrote some letters.
Wrapping in feathers is too cute,
the way they stick together.
Meow is a sound you don't make
when dogs come around.
'Cuz then we'd have to run-for-our-lives
jog down the hill.
It wasn't quite the night on my life,
but still I felt
Glad to meet you.
Glad to meet you.
Glad to meet you.
Really glad to meet you.
On the next day
you and I made breakfast.
Blueberry pancakes and bacon.
Then we left to take pictures
in class and outside.
I felt like I had
to buy a bike.
So then we'd have a ride that really goes
twice as fast.
We could make it back to class
just in time.
I'm glad to meet you.
So really glad to meet you.
I'm glad to meet you.
So really glad I had...
I'm glad to meet you.
So really glad to meet you.
I'm glad to meet you.
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6. |
Plastic Brain
03:43
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You broke into pieces,
and I am too broke
for this stupid shit today.
Why do you get off
kicking me when I'm down?
Why can't you just stop?
For fucksake.
I'm short again.
You know so well
but you don't let me in.
So I surfed around and
found something else to try.
Say boo this sucks.
It's like I'm new in town.
Cry this move was ill-found.
I create life-sore again.
Because of you
my head is a zoo of files.
Gorilla on the ground.
What a view to save.
Dig a grave,
and I'll hop in.
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7. |
Waterbed
04:30
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I bind myself for solace
and mind the details to be safe.
This time, intoxicated,
I let joy take over my brain.
So wet, my clothes.
So wet, these ropes.
So wet, my lungs.
Help.
Too indistinct.
Help.
No one near me.
This kind of play
I thought it harmless.
Just tied feet and hands by myself.
Now, alarms sounding off.
Not free to snooze.
Not free to breathe.
Panicking in the cold water
while it's taking me under.
So wet, my clothes.
So wet, these ropes.
So wet, my lungs.
The waterbed grows
collecting my bones.
I'm pulled from each post
thinking this wasn't worth it.
The waterbed grows
collecting my bones.
I'm pulled from each post
thinking this wasn't worth it.
This wasn't worth it.
This wasn't worth it.
While I slept, strapped in,
my heels cut the membrane,
split open, and Death sees
as the water keeps flooding in.
Water keeps flooding in.
So wet, my clothes.
So wet, these ropes.
So wet, my lungs.
So it's over.
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8. |
Sticky Trap
02:57
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Sticky trap
set for mouse
under the lazy Susan.
Look what I found
down there
covered in glue.
Oh my god.
I could try
to revive it,
but what's the point?
It will die again
someday.
Sticky trap
set for a mouse.
Sticky trap.
Sticky trap
set for a mouse.
Sticky trap.
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9. |
Just Off the Earth
04:03
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I tell myself
just chill while the frozen stew thaws.
My crew long-gone
and time's become something that kills.
Just off the earth, I
wish we could go back.
Coms down, no news,
just pangs of dread prodding my side.
Will to eat, lost,
and time's become something that kills.
Just off the earth, I
wish we could go back.
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth... I'm
Just off the earth... I'm
Just off the earth... I'm
Just off the earth... I'm
Just off the earth...
Just off the earth... I...
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10. |
Graduation
04:16
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In my old playground
I sit by the swing-sets.
Empty glasses.
Intoxicated.
Nothing here for me to see.
I haven't balanced my dreams.
I trip on the concrete,
and fall asleep...
in my old playground
until it's a graveyard.
Empty classrooms.
Graduated.
Nothing here for me to see.
I haven't balanced my dreams.
I trip on the concrete,
and fall asleep.
Old.
Old.
Old.
Old.
Old.
Old.
Old.
Nothing here for me to see.
I haven't balanced my dreams.
I trip on the concrete,
and fall asleep.
Nothing required to read.
There's dust on everything.
I'm forgetting what it means
to think.
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11. |
Post-Art Panic
03:20
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Young, tasting eyes,
crosshatched, and open wide.
Immortalized
on cardstock.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.
Long, tediously drawn hair.
Artificial lighting glare.
No wasted time
in making art.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.
I have you to look at.
Proof of how time's passed.
Pain from a hand cramp
and panic over what to do next.
Do next.
Do next.
Immortalized
on cardstock.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.
You came from my...
mind.
Mind.
Mind.
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12. |
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Humans Etcetera Wenzhou, China
Christopher Henry, alt rocker from West Virginia, music master in Wenzhou, China.
Humans Etcetera recommends:
the guitar work and songwriting here are top-notch. do yourself a musical kindness and throw Apollo1300 on infinite repeat forever.
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noise rock, post-rock, mathrock, and dream pop all finely woven into a sweater that can keep you warm in the winter and sweat in the summer.
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Dreamboats
by Rozwell Kid & Sleeping Bag
this collab changed my life. it's light-hearted yet adequately depressing, and still as catchy as a fishing net.
go to albumIf you like Humans Etcetera, you may also like:
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits.
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Laurels of the End of History
by Cime
This imaginative release from Monty Cime blends Latin folk music and experimental noise for a sense of surreal nostalgia.
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The Seoul, South Korea-based quartet combine the flashy technicality of math rock with dramatic pop hooks.
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