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Silk got me in a web,
death stuck in my head,
oh how can I live?
is this all that there is?
I’ll die in the end.
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Howl
03:27
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While my blood drips down,
I think about the girl I love.
She's not dead yet.
Is it wrong
to wish we were
both in the web,
then buried in
a flower bed?
We could be
pushing up
daisies, but
she's not dead yet.
Wish we were
both listening
to death call our names out.
While my blood drips down,
I think about the girl I loved
all alone and widowed.
All alone.
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Bedsores haunting my lower back
from sleeping in far too long
Time to wake up
It's 3 o'clock!
Get out of bed.
Be productive.
Score boards buzzing like
ghosts in heat
And everyone's winning but me.
Touch down.
Homerun.
But I got blocked.
Try it again,
Give it another shot.
Who cares, dude?
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4. |
Gravebody
05:14
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Rolling over
in the grave i unwind
My bones are warmer
than they were in the sunshine.
I'm better off
in the dirt.
I don't dream at all
of what I loved before,
of all I learned in school.
I don't worry about it.
Rolling over
in bed, awake all night.
Your bones are cold,
iced under moonlight
while you dream of death
and me down in a grave.
Afraid to be the same, but
you know there’s nothing you can do.
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Excuse me, hey,
can I test out of the hole?
I know I took for granted you.
Can I test back to my home?
I’ll study for an A+.
Trust me, believe me,
Don’t leave me in this hole
alone.
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Smoke creeps out of my eyes.
Dropping in way too high.
Why am I doing this?
Fear worms up my spine.
Suddenly afraid to die.
wondering:
Why am I standing here?
Be cool, drop in,
lean forward, you’ll live.
Grip-tape saves my life.
Roll away totally fine.
But I am still paralyzed.
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7. |
Carnation Reincarnation
03:33
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I bloomed out of bed,
a flower for a head,
a bee flew in my ear
and told me a secret.
You’re going to die soon.
Then I was plucked
and vased at a pizza hut
while kids were smashing rubber ducks
for tickets and fun.
Low and behold, behold, behold,
they got old inside, old in mind, old and died.
I was by myself on a shelf
in a hut no one would go to.
One by one, the wait staff left.
Aprons hung in pizza crust.
Plywood sealed the window up.
No sunlight to take in.
Condemned to live myself to death in the dark.
Who’s outside? Who’s still alive?
Condemned to live myself to death while I starve.
Condemned to live myself to death in my heart.
In the end I am dust in the broom
while cleaners sweep under the tables.
They are opening a new Papa John’s.
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8. |
Melatonin
03:29
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Pizza on my desk at 3am,
what am I doing?
I should be fast asleep,
crammings no use,
I’m gonna fail.
Melatonin, help me,
I can’t sleep, panic’s a curse,
the oil’s nearly burnt,
sun’s up.
Sluggish, undead on the bus,
bumps bust my head off the window.
I pray for a concussion,
a nosebleed on my answer sheet,
anything to excuse me
from taking this test.
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Nightmare
02:52
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Nightmare final,
still unprepared,
tested on what I don’t know.
Eight-eyed teachers
pick my bones
in a web of nonsense.
Bury me in homework,
corpse-like stillness
no recess.
My brain is full
of sated worms
sleeping on some piece of mind.
Please wake me up.
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Graduation
04:00
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My old playground,
I drink by the swing set.
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 graveyard
Empty classrooms. Graduated.
Nothing required to read.
There’s rust on everything.
I’m forgetting what it means
to think.
Old.
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11. |
Vice
05:00
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I can’t get out of the box.
I’m in for the night.
I had too much.
I should have watched more closely
before I moved.
Now I can’t get out of the bed that I lie in.
On my day off with closed eyes.
I have messed up now.
I lost a day to vice.
So I’ll just cry out, why?
Before I move I need to say
I’m better than vice.
I’m better than my vice.
I can quit my vice before it kills me.
Getting out of the box,
I can see the sunset through the window.
I’m standing with cold feet on the floor.
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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.
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Purple Haus
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