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Mr. Avery is being driven down the street
He says, he exclaims, “you’ve made a murderer out of me”
I have not touched my dripping blood those stains are 20 years old
The lawyers they’re crooks, lawyers they’re thieves, the policemen, they are out to get me
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To whom it may concern I’m leaving this town
To the place where the girls fall in love with the traffic lights
They love each other very much they love each other very much they touch each other all the time
They sing wedding songs
They dance all night long
OO(X4)
She wraps her hands around a silver statue
She apologizes for what the radio plays
She takes what she needs then proceeds to leave
She sings out of key
She runs through me
OO(X4)
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Lullaby For Saint Mary
06:48
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The sun sets, in the lion’s den
Where blood and semen mark the walls
It’s a horror show, it’s a pot of gold
And it all sleeps in the snow
I want flowers, I want drummer boys
And little patches of corduroy
Flick the switch, turn it on, find out the voice you hear is not a voice
at all
Sweet sister have you no mercy
Oh brother have you no sanity
Everything that I think lingers 'round my feet
Every face that I see returns to the streets
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A Junkie Named Silver
05:03
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I’m friends with a junkie named Silver
He is good to me
We live in a basement flat
In the heart of a union made city
Bruised by the summer months
We gladly wasted our time
Listening to the midnights
Innocently getting high
He woke up in the bathroom lost
Coming down from Adderall and guilt
Making fun of his face and my waist
He kissed me and left for the day
He brought home a girl, don’t know what for
They sat on the ground watching their bodies form
I tried to move but the air held me in place
Tired and strained he left out the door, he said
“All the pretty ones are meant
To die horrifically
And all the rest are destined
To get married”
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5. |
Anyone Can Be Jim Alt
03:48
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6. |
Song Untitled
01:58
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I’m going to Chicago
To appease my changing sense of peace
I’ll live in a factory
I’ll talk with the trees
My mattress has holes, it’s riddled with lilies
I'm floating within myself, so it doesn't matter much
To me (X2)
If I go to Chicago
I will surely be the last to leave
With all these talks of corruption
Who am I resist
My mattress has holes, it’s riddled with lilies
I'm floating within myself, so it doesn't matter much
To me (X4)
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Dean has moved to Rome maybe one day he'll move back to London
And in-between panic attacks resulting from a car crash were his mother lost an arm
He can help out his friends by giving them bills that let them escape for the weekend
I went to Spain just to see if the statue of the martyr was still erect
And in-between these jet lagged dreams there came a sense of clarity
I was overwhelmed but now i’m doing fine the sounds of the city lights rang out in time
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8. |
New Trip
04:08
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Oo, ah
Oh, oh, oo
Begin looking in the mirror
Begin looking in the mirror
Are my calls meant to linger
Is your shadow in the theater
Oo, ah
Oh, oh, oo
Surrender your fears to my comfort
I’ll lend my thoughts to your textures
Stretch atop your slumber
Inside my eyes, victims in the fixtures
Oo, ah
Oh, oh, oo
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New Lullaby (Bass)
02:00
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Mother will tuck you in
Papa might help you
But the newspapers will haunt you
They will follow you to the door
Brothers may read to you
Cousins may visit you
But the semi trucks will wake you
Their roar will crack into your room
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Yin Waster Chicago, Illinois
Yin Waster is the musical project from Griffin Mang and Gabe Huff. Together the pair craft "Gas Station Folk" a combination of groovy psychedelic riffs and pastoral tenderness that is sure to bring bliss to your ears :-)
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