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no hesitation
04:03
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two stabs in the heart
no hesitation
two stabs in the heart
and youāre goneāØ
tonight I look in the mirror
and I only see your eyes staring back
only hear your voice when i speak,
only feel your breath when i
only hear your words when i think
only hear your words, i think
you had a dark heart
you had a beautiful mind
you had a hard hard life
you had a miserable time
you had a genius that no one will ever know
you had... well I didnāt know you
i donāt know what you had
i just know you hadāØāØ
two stabs in the heart
no hesitation
two stabs in the heart
and you were gone āØāØ
you look out the window and declare
that some houses are really old and collapse from wear
and i find my self imagining every place iāve ever been collapsing from the weightāØ
of my every memory, both real and unsubstantiated
these are the circumstances in which I find my self
trying to write a song that will finally impress you
even though i haven't seen your face around here in years
maybe sounding like phil elvrum or something off of roman candle
these are the circumstances in which I find myself
resembling a dried rose resting on a teenagerās lapel at the mandatory formal
āØa symbol of beauty picked out of the crowd
and isolated as some others gather around
destined to be crushed between two relative strangers awkwardly gyrating
these are the circumstances in which I find myself
wondering why iām even writing this song
and does it even matter
does anything matter
and if anything matters,
is it that Iām made of matter
and that I will return to matter in the end
these are the circumstances in which I find myself
two stabs in the heart
no hesitation
two stabs in the heart
thatās all we got
then weāre gone
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church camp
06:01
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I remember church camp
such a twisted parody
arms stretching at the edge of the stage
i wanted them to worship me
fresh and dumb and just fifteen
i would have said almost anything
elmerās glue combed through my hair
i wanted them to worship me
our bodies convulsed once, at the edge of the stage
with uncanny delirium
nowadays half of us are neo-buddhists
the rest, some sort of house-trained Pagan
nowadays we finally wear
our selves on the outside
nowadays we donāt speak much
I find it hard to look into your eyes
hey did you know
I adored you back then?
a love once banned between two boys
now amongst two women
heads bowed down at our punk rock bible studies
in my garage
i sneaked a glance
i wanted you in my arms
my dad used to come down drunk
and threaten to beat us While we spoke in tongues
funny how the brain takes trauma
and cooks it into something bittersweet or savory
and if you catch me In a wanderlust
at the edge of a stage
my body still convulses
with uncanny delirium
this is what the rhythm made of me
bow to the rhythm and worship me
this is what the rhythm meant to me
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pms Worthington, Massachusetts
western mass-based, sometimes acoustic, always a little odd.
maybe post-folk, maybe post-queercore. š³ļøāā§ļøš“š
byrne & ryan
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