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Reborn A Muse
01:58
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I've been stepping back
(I keep hanging around)
Into my old tracks
(Same old parts of this town)
They keep bringing me
(Cause it feels like home)
Circling 'round back
(When I'm stuck spiraling down)
These days I feel like a loser, falling back to false reducers
And I think if I could choose to I would be reborn a muse who
Instead of ever dreaming, when they slept, would pulse with meaning
To inspire some other foolish dreamer who will soon wake up
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2. |
Pulp
01:54
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Locked eyes inked and oiled dark
A modest blush of smudge and mark
She curves in ways you couldn't sculpt
Laid on bleached and swollen pulp
Stood statue still and paper thin
With subtle Mona Lisa grin
Fading slow, yet colored clear
She wears no wilt despite the years
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3. |
Cake
04:12
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We started speaking thoughts out loud
The words flowed well, they made a pleasant sound
Sometimes my lazy eye blinks a morse code message
Misinterpreted when it arrives
Black ink on dotted lines is like a spit shake palm
Sworn agreement between you and I
It don't take long til there's a doubt
Lumped throat and taste of iron in your mouth
I know I said I thought that everyone's an island
Insulated in a fleshy vault
And I ain't saying we're not, but maybe you and I could talk by bottle
Write it, send it off
I think we've made a huge mistake
We want cake
Some habits are so hard to break
We want cake
I think we've made a huge mistake
We want cake
Some rituals are hard to shake
We want cake
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He's got an anorexic wallet, two thinning leather slabs
Collecting moths like some Chinese-made venus-fly-trap
Had a few jobs but, well, nothings been sticking except
The growing debts and the ever-increasing habits
He throws his case to the street
And makes a beat with the sole of his shoe
Strumming and keeping time
But barely ends up with a handful of dimes
Oh, but the band plays on
He's gonna keep singing his song until they sing along
Or until he breaks a string
He's gonna throw out his voice singing a song about just wanting to sing
Can't get a paying gig unless he learns some Medicine Show
But he don't really wanna hit someone else's notes
He'd rather sit outside some shop or on the side of the road
building new melodies he uses to tell his stories
Give him a cigarette, a dollar, or the kill of your drink
He'll nod or thank you between gravelly serenading
He's hoping, maybe, that the rent won't have to be late this week
But it's not looking good so he takes a walk downtown and
He throws his case to the street
And makes a beat with the sole of his shoe
Strumming and keeping time
But barely ends up with a handful of dimes
Oh, but the band plays on
He's gonna keep singing his song until they sing along
Or until he breaks a string
He's gonna throw out his voice singing a song about just wanting to sing
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5. |
Best Worst
02:40
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I'm a habitat for my habits
Perfect climate for them to thrive
I stand alone like a desert cactus
Nothing but stretches of sand for miles
I could sing ya your Halejulahs
So long as you pass the wine
When it's empty I'll pass it to ya
Here's hoping for some peace of mind
But I'm finding it hard to find
So sick of sickening sinking feelings
My guts are tied up and knotted tight
My stomach lining is torn and peeling
Shrivelled and fetal from too many nights
My throats a croaking mess from reckless screaming
Through conversations that just crashed and died
Another drink, try to turn off my dreaming
Well here's pleading for some peace of mind
But I'm finding it hard to find
I've been spending my time
As a good example of a bad example
Been stepping over the line
Or more like tripping
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6. |
Interlude
02:22
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7. |
nowords
01:08
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no words
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8. |
Like A Cannibal
01:36
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9. |
Soft Hands
02:53
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Soft hands are quick to learn
When they're sealed and stamped by cigarette burns
Blistered skin, damaged nerves
Runny noses and brand new words
Throat run raw from the nothing that you needed to say
Arthritic jaw clicks its way through the night to day
And I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had
I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had
Rough hands are dried and cracked
Stained with residue and smears of ash
Cuts to scars, scabs to rash
Whiplash headfirst into the car's dash
Eyelid severed from the shatter and the windshield shards
You think that we'd no better than to drink and drive in speeding cars
But I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had
I swear to god that this is the best time we ever had
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10. |
Apartment Door
02:50
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Fragmented images of pop and culture
The royal four wear melting monster masks
Flat tiles teaming with my favourite noises
I'm drinking wine out of a rusted flask
I plant my feet into the carpet floor
Nothing exists out my apartment door
Smoke woven static blankets keep me warm
Nothing exists out my apartment door
The floor is molded and the bulbs are dead
In the kitchen ceiling and up in my head
I'm grinning big, embedded into bed
Feeling the type of alone I call home
Polaroid snapshots next to PSA flyers
Eagerly pleading for our damaged ears
I just heard footsteps in the hallway outside
If I don't speak em out they'll disappear
I plant my feet into the carpet floor
Nothing exists out my apartment door
Smoke clouds and paranoia keep me warm
Nothing exists out my apartment door
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11. |
Make Me Insane
01:48
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Crawling 'round inside behind my
Eyes, I try and blink you out but
I've been rolling reels of the
Things I've never heard but hope you'd say
You make me insane
I don't even know your name
You make me insane
I don't even know
Knotted tight and needle threaded
Stitched into my head, embedded
Stained and soaked into my skin, one-
Day you caught my eye and bit right in
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12. |
Lua (Bright Eyes)
04:20
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google it
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Let's hold our bodies as close as we can
Cause that's the best feeling there is known to man
The birds and the bees and things between knees
Flutter and sting and sing and bring us to our knees
Everyone's moving to ancient rhythm
The things that they're doing are built within them
The invention of the twist and it's primary function's
To encourage and ensure sexual reproduction
The invention of the twist and it's primary function's
To make sure the kids are all dancing and fucking
The pecking of birds, the buzzing of bees
reverberates inside of me
Tongue dives down my throat, abandons my speech
I'm shaky knees as she stares at me
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David Haddad Ottawa, Ontario
David is a Maritimer making music in his bedroom in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.
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