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Spare A Match II
03:28
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I built myself a house of matches, but when I went to light my pipe
The tips got lit and everything burnt to a crisp
And now most nights I shiver alone
Couch surfing, each night in a different home
But I never felt welcome, just cold
The habit I adapted to has got old
Fairly quickly, and despite what I was told
I kept playing with fire till my house turned to smolders
Now the anchor on my back
Is the equivalent to a train derailed from its tracks
Headed for me, ignoring the plausible excuses
For the cause of withering confusion
I have a case of blues, and my house is past tense
It’s gone now, and I’ve been mad since
I’m a gullible fucker thinking they wouldn’t catch
I feel foolish begging “spare a match”
Spare a match? Spare a match?
Spare a match? Spare a match?
I nearly had it, but then I awoke
Just to find out I’m still just an ordinary bloke
And I’m starting to choke
Cuz the world is beginning to smell like cheap vodka and cigarette smoke
I relieve the tension in my soul with a subtle shake
Never giving notice to the judgments that others make
Sane cuz the home I was built in wasn’t made of matches
So no worry it collapses
Why am I affected by this collection
Of defective memories granting affection
I could say I’ve seen a lot, and these days it’s true
Done some things I never thought I would do
I just write music and awkwardly wait
For people to give a fuck about the things I say
I don’t believe in religion, God is a woman
Who made the world just to spread gossip across it
Spare a match? Spare a match?
Spare a match? Spare a match?
The universe is just a big pile of nonsense
That only makes sense to people who should talk less
Its true knowledge can make a man grow
But there some shit I think its better off we don’t know
And ever so emphatically
I treat my emotions like a battery actually
Reacting to the booze and the lines
I just can’t adapt to the new modern times
But I try, and I voice my opinions
Been doing so for years even though you don’t listen
And blame, well who am I to blame?
I’m afraid of staying the same, and even more of change
I’m cold and my layers are shedding
Can’t retreat to under no bedding
Because my house is burnt down, I’m alone as well
And my thoughts are beginning to swell
I used to have a house until the day I toked some weed
And missed my ashtray, and now I’m living on the streets
So cold and alone, I want a home, and there’s no catch
So do you think you could spare a match?
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Hashtag Planet
03:19
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All this materialism is turning my noggin to Swiss cheese
Catapulting info to every direction
Captures distinctions, giving me locked knees
Words without thought’s like sex without affection
Burned into my brain, hook the Novocain into my body
I will willingly let it harm me
Heat stroke, a keep hold of journeys and travels
What will become of me when my memories unravel?
In attempts to capture, you can’t hold hope in a jar
It can’t be freed, saying it can won’t get you far
Starved of the purity and guilt
Which feeds the gaping holes on the corners of my head
And instead of sorry’s, we could all just get along
Wouldn’t that be picture perfect? But that’s not the purpose pictures serve
When bitterness occurs, you can choose to get disturbed
Or you could build a better earth
Chilling with the buds and droogs
Eating up the world on our forks and spoons
Domes rising up like a damn balloon
The sort of thing a head simply can’t construe
Trying to figure out, really what is the point?
Is really our separated heads conjoined?
More than a flip of coins
I am getting annoyed
Oh my dear…
Call this the year of the hash-tag, number sign planet
Got to lose weight for this summertime panic
Another lie tragic, makes me do back flips
Half are silicon chip planted or plastic
Cocaine, adderall, gotta be balling
Got to go all in, or else you are no one
Getting hash-tag lifted is so fun
You’re young “but I only am once…so what”
This earth’s axis is slightly off tilt
Or so you would think from its habitant’s guilt
Soon we’ll be breathing by gill
This hash-tag planet, our inhabitants kill
Chilling with the buds and droogs
Eating up the world on our forks and spoons
Domes rising up like a damn balloon
The sort of thing a head simply can’t construe
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Disappearing in the fog of a thick thought
Where we would lose ourselves in memories and drift off
Maybe smile or maybe give our head knots
Wondering at precisely what moment did we get lost?
It seems life is what happens between blinks
Hard drugs and strong drinks, knowing it all sinks
Swallow it; wallow in it, whatever you choose
It takes everything I do just to keep up with the noose…
We will leave when the time is right
Sharp teeth will cut the flesh of the night
Born with the burden of blood in our minds
We’re leaving a ghost behind
Go ahead and fold me up, put me in your pocket
Wish something up, but don’t depend on luck
Cuz everything can disappear by a quick gust
It’s bigger than the biggest heart but can fit inside a locket
Hold it to your ear, the ocean sounds dried up
Submerged long enough, you cannot fight rust
And when you lift your fingertips limp, hold it and lift up
And drift away; be careful you don’t drop it
You can fold me up, and put me in your pocket
Carry me away; I won’t say a damn thing
Or you can take me out and prepare to unfold me
Looking at you, I’ll be in the same place
We will leave when the time is right
Sharp teeth will cut the flesh of the night
Born with the burden of blood in our minds
We’re leaving a ghost behind
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The Cartilage
03:20
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Wrapped around bones, all that you know
The flesh hanging off you is colder than snow
Ketamine in, community out
You mean to tell me throwing up is what beauty’s about
It makes the fluid in my joints curdle
Even kids in Vic these days are getting murdered
These capes over my eyes are getting mileage
Imagine a hindsight void of all violence
Watching limbs that are on trees fall off
At even slightest breezes
Call it the cycle, the indeterminable web
I said, hence the emancipation I meant
Probably went unheard like a threat
When lips connect, we say it isn’t the same as -
In terms of emotion - what paint has?
Push aside the larger pic
Your life is what you, the author, did
So you better honour it
You got pride, don’t choke on the cartilage
Jabbed into a heart, sticking out the left side
Arteries sway with the moon in a red tide
And the palpitations
Stutter so slow, emotions grow vacant
The muscle in your throat gets thick
And every time you swallow it clicks
Like a metronome
Selling hope in a hellish home, where goosebumps are reg
And feelings are fragile as eggs
You don’t give hands, you give fists instead
So go get a moment, and make it memories
With a positive tendency
Used to wonder what would better she
And it wasn’t the ecstasy, or seeing penitentiaries
Unraveling the layers of a being can hurt
But in the process it’s well worth it
Push aside the larger pic
Your life is what you, the author, did
So you better honour it
You got pride, don’t choke on the cartilage
When the pristine summer suddenly separates you
From a glistening mind state hovering with you
You salivate on your nails to the mere thought
Of again seeing textures and trails
An artificial development of irrelevance in the form
Of a treasure chest beating beneath a weathered breast
One can only merge to another for so long
Before that attachment via cuddle goes gone
The speaking shell of this is no exception
You can fluster all you try but it will get you nowhere
Despite the was-then’s that brought you that ascension
Some things just aren’t to be, you can’t grow air
Push aside the larger pic
Your life is what you, the author, did
So you better honour it
You got pride, don’t choke on the cartilage
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My lungs don’t pulse like they used to
Just another silk sheet to move through
Watching my paper-toned skin turn blue
Past-self; I didn’t mean to hurt you
I love these layers
I stopped believing; as a kid, nobody heard my prayers
Maybe no one cared or I didn’t think loud enough
We all have confessions we aren’t proud to clutch
Forever unclenching the last bit of consequence
The sort of things we all forget
I’m either too sober, or too far gone
To evaporate the ghosts I have drawn
It’s like drawing a circle in the dirt
It doesn’t last long, but it’s well what its worth
The things no person’s immune to
Just another silk sheet to move through
Ghost of mine, won’t you come out
From in my head through my mouth
I am speaking
I am speaking through you.
There’s a ringing in my ear
Another melancholy melody that’s singing to my fears
You are what you’ve lost
More than another body of water to walk across
In a stupor of half awakeness
The sounds in my head are trying my patience
Nothing spells vulnerable like physicality
Death is one of those set realities
You can misspell loneliness solitude
Or you could let your emptiness swallow you
Speaking quiet’s the sound of hope
Watching my words burst into clouds of smoke
I wouldn’t know courage if was put in front of me
Don’t even try describing me in a summary
It’s the things no person’s immune to
Just another silk sheet to move through
Ghost of mine, won’t you come out
From in my head through my mouth
I am speaking
I am speaking through you.
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Victoria Skies
02:40
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This is the place I’ve lived my whole life
Dredged underneath Victoria’s skyline
I have the face of my father, with the thoughts of my mother
Once the trust of my lover
I remember when I used to smoke weed
Getting high in the shadows of trees
But I guess things change, and so do people
But I try not to put the past up on a steeple
I’ll never be as handsome as some folks
The kind who spend their lives playing tug rope
Maintaining a slump hope and a slugging posture
I wonder if I’ll ever be a father
I remember I thought I was immortal
My fantasy life got sucked in a portal
Called reality on the day my grand-pop died
I realized we’re all going to die
Feeling my heart strings getting plucked
To the tune of me as a child pressing his luck
You don’t appreciate arms
Until you can’t hug a loved one anymore cuz they’re gone
Do you remember when times were simple?
When our smiles were real and we were children
Watching you watching me killing myself
And it’s killing us both
Cuz why else do we surround ourselves with people who hurt us
I know who I need and who is worth it
Although I doubt I have a purpose
I’m going to keep searching
Underneath Victoria skies
I’ve been high, I’ve cried
I’ve seen people die
I’ve thought I’d had enough
I’ve fallen in love
I had my first kiss, I’ve made regrets
Everything that’s happened in my life
Happened under Victoria’s skies
Done some things bad done some things good
Done some things bad done some things good
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7. |
Scape (feat. iiNak)
03:19
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Littlest eclipse, fading of the eyes
Underneath my flesh, elegant surprise
Said to take a hit, burning in my mind
Maybe wasn’t meant, hurting me inside
Thought it wasn’t real, sudden burst of heat
Needles I could feel, something underneath
Coming to the surface, no choice but to breathe
Taking over me, then it set me free…
Cracked wide, and its hurting me
Half glide, it is surfacing
Past sights, are returning and
Now I find it’s disturbing
Have I really found myself?
Have I really found myself?
Have I really found myself?
I don’t really know what I’m searching for
I don’t know what I am, I don’t want to soar
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me down, then I started floating
No measurement of calibrated madness can paint this
Never before, never again
To experience such a distant thing from basics
It was beautifully scary, it still haunts me, wonder how to make it
Go away, but then again my brain
Hasn’t worked the same way since
I took a step out of my body into the salvia scape
Not sure if I’ll ever again become fully stitched in
The separation of consciousness from the body’s shell
In the form of a rowboat exiting the face backwards
The separation of consciousness from the body’s shell
In the form of a rowboat...
Was it even worth it when the person on the surface bursted
Buckled from the pressure and the energy and strength of but a legal plant
Sitting on a feeble planet
When the fractal patterns become everything around you
And then consume you and spit you out
And you are left to wonder what it was
And was it worth it
But anybody who has a working brain would say yes
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