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Enough For The Soul
03:26
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You were sitting by the fire turning sticks into knives
So when the forest attacks you’d have a chance to survive
I was blowin on a bottle tryna make it a song
Collect the different sounds and never use em but I was wrong
Only ingest enough for you soul
Soley a couple blocks of coal
You tried to comfort me by whisperin nihilistic wikis
I know you’re tryna help but it hearin it down matter kinda rubs me
The wrong way but I will stay because your voices eases mine
Fixate on something other than mirage of mistakes in m
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Ohio River
01:57
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I wanna be drowned in the ohio river, nothing but my liver,, decomposed
I wanna be found, in kentucky,, some rednecks money, I still owe.
And I’ve been running out of patience, every step of my day seems to get erased
I’ve been juggling work cues, all of my efforts and I’m saving face
It’s not that hard, to get jobs to start if you are able bodied and minded.
But half the part yes the mind don’t mark and when I work I feel blind sided.
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3. |
Want To Be
03:23
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I keep circling back to that time in my life where I lay face down in bottles and stains. Previously eye focused on miles of pain.
Issac had this sour look and I had such a sour look.
I missed my ticket back before she could cheat and leave me.
I trade my jacket for a ride back to sour Ohio. I live in stitches and scars I left me, I sing along to my body being ripped from dick to feet.
Id like to satisfy my urges, to kill a hundred people or drink a tall can. I swiftly change the channel that I listen to, because it reminds of a dead man.
I wish that I could tell you that I'm happy, I wanna be I wanna be. But all the bees and wants and wishes, can never bring me back from apathy.
I sip my glass and stop wishing a sing a prayer and go fishing. For a name or for a number. I slip and scream in my cringing.
I want to want to be
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4. |
Wish I Didn't
01:56
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Standing on a bar I saw you by my feet, crying from my songs like they really reached
I had too much weakness to tell you how I felt until the last fucking minute where I scold myself
Hey, I love you with my brain and my heart, every movement you make is a work of art
I fall deeper in love with everything you say, I wish I didn’t wish I didn’t wish I didn’t wait
All the time
I’m backing up my memory
It’s such a crime
Doomless box of treasure they
Ease my mind
Wish I didn’t wait to say
You make me feel alive.
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Grey
02:42
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A F
My clothes in all are starched, I gotta get out of my head so I can play a part
I sit up at the front row,I get discarded like a dead fishes bowl. Low to the boat and I'm sinking deeper in it. Swear my mind could implode at any minute. I know that you feel at a pause.
I won’t try to tell you that you don’t have cause
G C F
Inside, im all bent up and washed
Outside, it's about the same with a deathly cough.
When we were young we we’re picking fights with cops
Now i’m sitting alone in a parking lot
Bloody river take the south shore line
I got a hole in my soul but it's fine
I want to kill I want to stick
My body to the white house get few jabs in
Popping off my jaw
So you can hear my heart a beating from my hole on a call
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6. |
Oogle
02:50
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I’ve been living in psychic ditches and sleeping with dirty dishes
Passerby please give a dollar, don’t judge a woman by the colour of collar
I know you hate me by the way you walk by, give me your white box or I won’t cry
I’ve been a diggin, in a trash bin, you think i’m sinnin but you’re the one who cashed in
And I don’t care, if you think I do then you’re just stubborn
I’m gonna sleep well tonight, besides the dreams they are oh so troublin
And i’m gonna die, happy that I didn’t, turn on humans for money, no there is no forgiveness
I’ve been an oogle but I never fit in, got so schwilly that I disappointed schwilly kids
I’ve been a hobo, but I ain’t prone to business, guess i’m a tramp entrapping songs as I roll with it
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Hardcore-Folk
02:08
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The strings outside the farmers market parking at the corner sparking crack pipes in the moonlight drunk. The money starts to foam addiction picking at the dying skin and screaming as our friend is in the trunk.
The banjo keeps the cops away we fuck around with crime today and facilitate a way to be punk.
With three chords and a smoker cough
Sitting outside the folk punk shop
I wish we could be a little better
With dreams of home and no way to stop
We ride our trains as they tell us off
I wish that we were in some better weather.
Ceiling fan that draws attention doesn't look like good suspension I'm praying that it cracks all of our skulls
Sleeping in the van again hard to feel in present tense, I'm puking on the basement wall.
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Licked
02:33
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I am a slob im a stain, I sit up at night and you know I don’t pray
I Focus too much, I stay inside, i’m angry at you cuz you think I complain.
Why in the world is there one of us, the angry at the world too dull to cuss
Generations in a vacuum stuck explaining how the older butchered us
Now You’re Licked!
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I keep stringing thoughts of pain, thoughts of love, sleep, deep, in vain. Solemn slunken, in this brain, I reach for hands and skin that cranes. Creaks and crackles, I'm insane, stricken flick my lighter bic and hate all of the things I wish, golden lover perfect comfort, bring me back to being kids and finding comfort in my lover is all that I really wish. Stomach pins and throwing bricks, cops on fire, love that sticks. Rubber bands and liquorice the government can suck my dick. Pass it on to guillotine and let me get the final pick. Snacks and boozer losers trick, fucked up laughing (too) long to fix this shit. All I wants a little peace can't you sit here close to me, just a crumb of simple please I beg of you please lay with me. In firey heaps of packaging, burning bezos lovingly. I hate the government I love you, I hate the government, I love you, I hate the government I love you.
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10. |
Thin Red Line
03:06
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I see you're calling it god
I hear you're listening to the wind
When our friends are piled high
In the old corpse ditch again
I am terrified that we'll sell something else
When our ethics are just changeable will we just sell ourselves?
To the boss, the crooked ladder used to eat our marble eyes
Now someone is dead and now someone else will die.
While you're worried about bad apples
We are wary of the roots
Because no healthy tree
Naturally bears strange fruit
It's been said a million times but I will not bear the cross I've been looking for meaning in a poem that never stops.
Well all become the thin red line
We will all become the thin red line
If we can't fix the bottom maybe it's time
That we'll all become the thin red line
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11. |
Jon The Dead Husband
04:28
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I remember, I pause, I sit in bed.
Worried about you, what's inside your head
You said that you’d be here but you shoot instead
Now I feel empty, life amounted to drugs
Is the heroin better, am I not enough
Apparently not, it must be good stuff.
Straining to tell you, it’s draining my love.
I put my face down crossed arms like ians brother
I can’t come over, because of your mother.
She can’t accept that you might like dicks
Paused to remember that you want to quit
But you can’t, you’re too sad. You’re a drug addict just like your dad
They didn’t say where your grave was after you passed
And I still can’t look in the mirror and admit that it happened
I love you but it’s time to divorce, it’s not reciprocrated because you’re no more
I want to love again with not feeling guilty
It feels like ghost is trying to bill me
For some dinner we had 5 years ago
You know that I love now please god let go.
I don’t want to wake up from my nightmare because you’re in it
Cuz when I wake up I feel like i’m finished
Every positive is all still diminished
Until I pull it together and close off the prison.
It’s a mask that I put over my tragic past
It’s a film, of fakened security over a cast
That keeps me together that keeps me at ease
Still makes it hard to speak, still makes it hard to breathe.
What do I say, when I can’t hear my thoughts
What do I say, when clouded judgement floats my way
What do I say, when I shrug you off
What do I do, when these things prevent me from connecting to you.
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Virtual Bird Olympia, Washington
Hi, I make songs about what I think. If you like what you hear and you think you can collaborate to it, send me an email at whimsicalbox@live.com
@msirensfork on twitter!
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