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Circadian Mornings
02:03
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say the things that make me fall
off my perch up on that wall
eggs and things with cracks in their eyes
put the mirrors in likewise
another yo yo discovered in the makin
one in the hand because my stomach's achin
too serious to explain to me
it bounces up automatically
blindly mystified on this train
hovering in my weary brain
taste in my mouth of sleep remains
talkin to myself about the rain
hand positions nostalgic tricks
fickle feelings, back-flip bricks
stimulated by every sight and sound
entertainment sometimes gets me down.
circadian mornings and nostalgic nights
i get so tired watchin all these fights
i'll just close my eyes and dream my dreams
of livin in my haze and not makin scenes
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Tick
01:20
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*ukulele solo*
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Isles
02:49
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they want me to fall but i couldn't bow down they'd enjoy it too
much for they are the ones who curl up at a pickled touch of
green fingers picking plants and purple things into our salad bowls
which they devour moisturizingly for these hours i am cold
sitting out in snow when i know these people enjoy their fireplace
they sit around telling ghost stories and warming their weary faces
come and sit around i'll tell you how it used to be but i must warn you
you will be tempted not to listen to me
after dark i gotta get in my car and red and black cupids
fall after me in burnin light street signs it's kinda stupid
how following convertibles will get you no where in this cold world
after chasing isles and isles of good lookin shallow girls
wavin at you just like the products they make themselves to be
just getting whistled at by the manufactured male figurines
on the opposite end while shavin their nail beards in the sink
pieces of pig iron get washed away so just that they can't think
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Intermission
01:18
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Awake in the morning time, but i'm still asleep inside my mind (repeating quite a lot)
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Make you move
03:22
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waiting on my heads constrain
grinding stones for human pain
to relieve the senseless fall
comit myself, electrical
so i walk i climb i run
the cellar where i had begun
wines and spoons in glasses so tall
they couldn't be electrical
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6. |
Tock
01:04
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*Drums*
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Untitled
03:11
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I gotta leave, I gotta go
this town has tossed me to and fro
this dusty roof, my dusty wall
the whole foundation soon to fall
Are you a sailor travelling the seven seas?
Are you a lonely drifter following the breeze?
Are you a doctor come to treat some strange disease?
Whoever you may be, just take me off my knees
I spelled it out so loud an clear
I've got to get away from here
I don't think that you understand
But that's okay, i'm a new man
things never go the way you plan
Are you a sailor travelling the seven seas?
Are you a lonely drifter following the breeze?
Are you a doctor come to treat some strange disease?
Whoever you may be, just take me off my knees
i'll pack my bags and get away from hear
forgetting everything i've done
everything that i've come to fear
i'll forget everyone.
Are you a sailor travelling the seven seas?
Are you a lonely drifter following the breeze?
Are you a doctor come to treat some strange disease?
Whoever you may be, just take me off my knees
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Hazy Indiana
I've lived for a relatively short amount of time...during that time I've experimented with lots of music, I've written a lot
and gone on various websites under a variety of names. Now I am Hazy, and I've been Hazy longer than I've been anything else as far as music goes.
My songs mostly reflect weather, atmospheres, or personal nostalgia. Some make no sense at all (especially my earlier ones)
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Hazy recommends:
Roll the Bones
by Shakey Graves
A great folky traditional sound, but very original nonetheless. Great music.
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Self-Quarantine - A Collection of Recordings for the Greater Good
by Self-Quarantine Compilation
Twenty-three delightful indiepop and bedroom folk tracks that emphasize small arrangement and huge hooks, benefitting Feeding America.
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Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered.
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Fairytale Delirium
by Yani Martinelli
Trippy psych-pop from the Madrid-based artist Yani Martinelli, available on a cassette that comes with “a small surprise.”
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The guitarist's debut for Ba Da Bing is a captivating synthesis of and expansion on all of her recent outings, its avant-pop ditties underscored by personal vulnerability.
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The Golden Shore
by We Are The West
Airy folk and reflective lyrics creating a serene vibe.
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