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Sweatin' Out
01:54
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I’m losin’ it in the morning, sweatin’ out...
Welcome to your personal prison
I kept it nice for you the last month when you gleefully thought that you didn’t exist—
I wanna stay in the water, and watch the world burn on my screens, far away from it all, and not feel it
Not really believe it.
But this love keeps my head above water, so I can’t dissolve at all—
You can’t choose how you’re born, but you choose how to spend your time,
So the void following is my fault
I take a look at all the monsters on the news—I crack jokes about ‘em with all of my beloved friends,
But then I call you up and I tell you that I need you
I exist—it’s exhausting.
I wanna be microscopic, like all of the salt in the sea!
But every time it walks around my head, I’m, sweatin’ out, and everyone can see the puddle that surrounds me!
I exist! The world’s burning. And I’m goin’ back in.
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Egyptians
02:20
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If the Egyptians built the pyramids with their own bare hands in the bleeding hot sun,
Then, I can burn a bridge or 2 for a month or so without thinking too much of it, right?
The fear’s got a great hold on me now, it’s been following me around
For years and knows all my fucking buttons, knows I can’t shut it off or just think a little of it
I’m kinda stoked on it—living my life without
a face breathing’ down the back of my neck
and walking’ around with out a lick of faith
Still—I wish He had a hold on me now
And was following me around
Filling my head with a million crazy fears,
when we used to close our eyes and lock our hands in prayer—what a fuckin’ joke
You’re gunna break down into pieces again
So suck it up and make some sense of it
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High Rises
03:31
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Citizens faces falling from the sky and burning down the city
And people ain’t even lookin’ out the window
They’re just thinking about waking up cold again
Whether it’s August or December—it doesn’t make a difference.
But, I woke warm and walked to the train
Head heavy, laughing’ though.
Just 2 days before, my heart sank in the sterile district
I was jealous of a man that day.
More than anyone on the street, his walk had a little more sway—
But he’s still being watched, and has got a number out in static waves just like everyone else.
Who wants to go to their favorite part of the city just to feel that it’s not what they want? & lisa baby I held you in my arms till you read a book, it must have had you more charmed And when you got your irrational fears of elevator shafts, and falling down on to the ground
He’ll be there to put his hand in your palm
Yeah you got his hand in your palm .
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Oregon
03:53
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These days, feels like I don’t see anyone
Today, our best friend is visiting Oregon
What is it about the California itch?
Paradise avoiding the winter’s piss?
Then you visit in August, and say you miss everyone
who’s left
Then you meet up—we all look forward to it
Take a couple days off, and then call in sick on top of it!
Now I’m rolling on the floor—I can’t remember my name, or where I’m from
Ain’t that somethin’? You try to know everything—and learn nothin’ at all.
“What’s wrong?”—Oh nothing—It’s just nothin’s ever gunna be perfect—and it sucks
Plus I think I’m bi-polar—fuming through a night of having fun—villainizing my loved ones…
“Oh you—why you gotta be like that? Why you always gotta be on top? You know the river don’t roll up mountains…”
I know, But I need it to.
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Coffee
04:34
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Why’d I have to go and tell you everything that I know?
Why’d I have to go and tell you anything at all?
When I go out walking on the streets alone
I just buy coffee, it shakes and it rattles my bones
And when I go to meet you
I brew some and have even more
The bus is leaving’ again
It’s the only thing that ever happens
You wake up in a white bed filled with dirt
That was already in it
No one wants to read an open book
Again and again when they know just what happens in it
And before I grow old
I will crush and dismantle my phone
No one wants to read an open book
Again and again when they know just what happens in it
And before I grow old
I will crush and dismantle my foes
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6. |
Pull the Plug
03:30
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I never said I was smart.
I never said I was sane at all
I got a one track mind and a secret wrap sheet, only I read it all—
It’s whispering’ in my ear all day and
At night when I drive the same goddamn way
As the dots pass by
It’s like I’m scrolling’ through it all
Then I get mad at the road, like it’s it’s fault
When are they gunna pull the plug on me?
You’re just being nice, I know you see it
I get so much comfort from Their Screens
But they’re just trying to sell me, I know they see it.
Well I screamed my love out on a rooftop—At my best friend’s wedding—to my favorite girl on speed The Kings look and shake their heads and call all my luck only “ugly living” They stood and rose to be the ones to answer to—so I obsess...
Are you so strong—or is it all my weakness?
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Pasha & The Kindred Spirits New York, New York
emotional narrative songs harping on our dystopian reality
members past present of for serious this time, inkmouth,
outta gas, giant peach, the meltaways, galapagos now! and more based in new york city
guitar/vox-alex
guitar-pat
maddy-bass/vox
brian-keys/vox
david-drums
... more
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