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comfort
03:21
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I’ve got to get out of this room,
You invited me and I want to spend time with you.
It’s been so long.
Less dusk more dawn.
Get out of comfort.
Welcome to the dirt.
I’ve got to get out of here.
I made it, everything is ok,
I don’t hate it and the exit is a stone's throw away.
Feeling of walls closing in.
It’s no ones fault it’s just the way it is.
Get out of comfort.
Welcome to the dirt.
I’ve got to get out of here.
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2. |
corner of a room
01:32
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Corner of the room
The softest thing to do
I’ll leave you alone if you give me a reason to.
Just leave without your coffee
Gone without talking
Cornered in a room is the only way to see you.
You’ll wash your hands of me, don’t need you
Corner of the room
The only way to fool me
Push me against the wall, I can see everything you see.
Just leave with a soft pout
Be the one who walks out
Cornered in a room is the only way to feel me.
So wash your hands when you are through
Flat on my back like stepping stone and I’m skipping stones to prove
There is no home
There is no prize for coming home
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3. |
just dirt
01:56
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You hid behind a screen,
And I felt your power over my whole body.
Wholly obscene,
Not worth a repeat
So I deleted, but I still see it
Words are just words
Dirt is just dirt
I really hope you eat it,
Because I still see it.
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4. |
lottery
02:44
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We are made of water,
let the salt come in.
We’ll luck out if the lottery
let’s you in.
I know I’ve got a big love but sometimes when I am tired I let it sleep in.
When my daughter comes home
she does her own thing,
talking on the phone and watching television.
I’ve stopped trying to get her attention.
Don’t mind me, the world’s still spinning and
all these all these walls are shifting.
I hear everything and
it’s a shame because nobody is listening to me.
Nobody is ever.
We don’t even bother.
It’s condescending.
Pass it back and forth until we score one on our own team.
When you leave then I'm alone and then I am lonely.
Nobody is ever listening.
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5. |
shark skin
04:19
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When rubbed the wrong way,
Shark skin against fingers.
We have the same fight,
But it’s subdued like filtered frequencies.
I say I’m not sorry,
When you aren’t either.
You say I love you.
Cobwebs grow between fingers.
And I love you too.
The weakness of being,
And rubbing shark skin wrong every time.
I’m sorry, I need beauty
And an apology for a peace of mind.
I’m rubbing shark skin wrong, even though I was told not to.
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6. |
made of gold
02:06
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Lazy we’d be
Burn an effigy.
Walk down the hill,
Better count to three.
For what we pass
Don’t care what you guessed.
Don’t know, better to ask.
All over the days seem (daisies)
So tired I've become
Build a statue
Put it in a bright room
Paint it golden
I feel golden.
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7. |
dull look
02:39
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Dull look in your eyes.
Are you there? Or are you inside,
Yourself again, spiraling —
Yourself again, spiraling.
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8. |
porpoise song
03:47
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What a wild way for a porpoise to die.
I tried my best to sleep through the night,
But the reflection looked like hooded figures outside
What a wild way for a porpoise to die.
Rivers rushing in pipes above our heads.
Lights and wires, burning buzzing, dusty air, nothing said
Mind still full of what could happen
I’m still here
I’m still
Do you always think of fire,
Like I always think of fire?
Do you always
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9. |
ghost
02:58
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Dogs are barking, you sleep.
You’ll sleep through anything.
Bigger than the full moon, you
eat around the parts that bruise.
I’m a guest in your house.
I’m a ghost I know how not to be seen.
I can hear the kettle sing
when the water’s ready.You say
whatever you’re thinking.
Living in a world you
hold inside your hands to
shape it like a half moon.
Experts know how.
We just feel out
these types of things.
They come naturally
when you’ve got a lot
of practice like me.
I’m a guest in your house.
I’m a ghost I know how.
I’m a guest in your house and I will guess which door will let me out.
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10. |
long hair
02:14
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I’ve been going through the motions
Just trying to get by
I’ve been growing out my hair
To cut away all my ties
To you
To you
Loneliness my old friend
We wander the cities glow
I’m not waiting for your flowers
I plant seeds in my soul
See through
Your view
I am enough to complete me
You’re just empty genes
I fill my emptiness with knowing
I’ll heal the wounds from your loss
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I wrote it down, in my diary
How mad you made me,
When seeds appear thinned out.
I am a cloud, and a drought.
You take up space,
Paid for with each blossom.
I know I can’t say, so a collection of drawings grows
I am the gardener, and the weeds that I need to pull out.
Sometimes I want to escape my body,
Admire it from another garden.
Sometime I want to escape my body,
Admire it from another (garden).
(Sometimes I want to escape my body, do you ever want to be nobody?
Sometimes I want to, do you ever want to)
I wrote it down,
when seeds appear thinned out.
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SOAR San Francisco, California
SOAR is Shannon, Jenna, Rebecca, and Mai.
Our new album "soft dial tone" will be released on tape by
Lost Sound Tapes, date TBA
Somewhere between soft and hard, weaving a web of reflection, self-actualizations, friendship and power.
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