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All My Friends Pretend
04:53
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You claimed to follow the sorrows of love, choking on its trail of majesty
As if to carve out a pillow, a gun
You're drawing pity on a brittle shield
As a crutch you tape those words around me, to shut me up
Part of the play to have those arms around me
I need to know you are not pretending
For thieves have craved for the feathers on my ears
to steal my warmth
It's the way you have your arms around, it ties me up
Tho, tho... tho... we dry our tongues singing stolen songs
A lure you envision for my prison
We stop for these waves
I need to know you are not pretending
So shiver a beat
Do you hide your grief in your bones in order to flee or just to be part of a show
Or to remind me what they've done?
Or... to remember?
I need to know you are not pretending
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Shadows of the past
Masked in golden red
A trick of the light nothing more, broken
We are not one of them
Killers of the new
Marry your moons again
In the gala with dull stars flung from where we are
The sun is what they are after
We need an escape
Something to blow away even those who seem ready
With brush trails and rare color fades may we find a moment to freeze
To kill the room
I'm tired of tools my friend
We need an escape
Broken. We are not one of them
"KILL THE ROOM. TO SILENCE THE OLD AGAIN. THEY ARE NOT STARS."
We need an escape
Let them die out, a trick of the light and nothing more
Broken. We are not one of them
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Losing Lamia
04:12
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They tried to swim around as a friend
Instead they drowned, they slowly drowned
And still they praised her body this whole time
Her craft, her designs, her waves could make one believe
A whole dance with claps, stealth, taps and twirling around
In their minds, this was an achievement
In no time did they ever feel betrayed
As they tried to swim around as a friend
Instead they drowned, they slowly drowned
And yet to praise her stories their whole lives
Such whims, such demands, such acts to give her what she needs
Who could they deceive!?
They're all underachievers with sad songs of love, life, gods and hanging around
In their minds, this was all within their reach
In no time did they ever feel that they would fail
and so they drowned
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I never outgrew the waves that came when she strummed her own tune and raised her own moon
It battered and it bruised, I knew it wasn't safe yet I madly endured to see her face
A ghost playing cruel notes - she's always in key
Showing her scars, cursing the stars (with a story in between)
Storied smile and angry eyes with no more sympathy moving in for she knows she has me
I'm through... she is singing... it controls me
I'm through... she is dancing
She knows she owns me
The noose she threw to tie me down weaves no clue for me to figure it out
I haven't found an answer for her yet
A ghost plucking cruel notes - slightly off key
Showing her scars, ignoring the stars (with a solo in between)
Playing our way without delays and a chance of mystery
Singing like she knows she owns me
I'm through... she is singing... she controls me
I'm through... she is dancing
She knows she owns me
I haven't found an answer for her yet
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Purple makeup on your eyes blends with the lights from those rooms
It matches your cool feathers (flushing down your cruel intentions)
Can't refuse a crown
Behold, it turns me upside down
Refuse the crowd
Behold, it turns me upside down
Tiptoe you false ballerina, giddy in reverie
Tracing your motions with the rum
Copied (barely)
Can't refuse the crown
Behold, it turns me upside down
Refuse the crowd
Behold, it turns me upside down
Seems like I have to carry you around
A delusional boy drinking with a pretty hellion
The delusional toy displayed with the little marion
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Hello Again Little Bug
04:00
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It takes little to shape a girl to be clever
With some strings, her hymns could come alive
Raise her in ways of both the sacred and cruel
Let her be scared
So she may become as noisy as we are
For we keep terror clearly on our tongues
While our lips move with constant desire
Because we know the greatest lie of all time
And as elvish as we are
Thana will always fiddle with our songs
So please teach this girl to smile
So that she may ruin everything.
*this was the original intended lyrics but for some reason during recording I think I was saying different things depending on feel vs what I was reading. The whole disconnect made me decide to drop the song.
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The Only One Who Knows
04:14
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Oh cynical girl, with your pretty pretty hymns
you satisfy as an inspiration for such aural sensitivity
Of all things, you choose to sing of midnight smoke
it gives me chills to breathe light from your melodies
I'm told I should fight you
I'm told I should wake up
I'm told I've made a mistake here
To leave you alone and stop the connection
I'm told to do better, yet I'm told I would let you down
"Just leave her alone you liar!"
We are the only ones who know we belong!
We are the only ones who know!
Or am I the only one who knows? /* yikes! */
Your static notes go through
oh uncrowned queen of my scene
Cascading with my strings
you're now my noise against everything
I'm told I shouldn't find you
I'm told I'm going to break here
I'm told to surrender
I'm told I should hate you
Am I the only one who knows?
We are the only ones who know we belong
We are the only ones who know
Or am I the only one who knows? /* gah! */
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An empty home, no one around
Ah the lonely sound of falling down
waiting for a joke or a note to sing about our friends, about our cloaks
oh I couldn't wait
In the room filled with fire is where I'll hide from the moon
where I will start, start over
As soon as I'm not afraid
But I'll have you know when you drowned on rivers I cried long ago
I did mourn by leaving shapes of you in pockets of my coat
where they grew as thorns in complex vines to retain your ghost
So I could feel you
So I could still feel you
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TheRingmaster (Francissistic) Philippines
"Francis keeps things mellowed down and a little feminine, basking in heart-stabbing, downtempo pop that goes to as far as conquering all hell and mud in pursuit of love. This time, he’s restless not with himself, but with his art, his woman, and the need to express himself. " - Vandals On The Wall ... more
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