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Leave Me At Lusk
04:54
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Oh shit,
I think I’m falling apart
The carpet broke my back
Yet still, I’m sinking right through the floor
Forgot to exercise today
Been struggling to gain weight
But who am I trying to impress?
What am I even showering for?
I can’t stand who I’ve become
My habits have left me strung-out and numb
Stop the car
Leave me at Lusk
It’s too bright,
I can barely see a thing
And it’s making my head hurt
Undereating, oversleeping E-T-C
I’ve never felt so hollow
In a perpetual daze
Fuck going to the store
I’m too paranoid to even open the door
So is it any wonder
The gaze of a stranger tears my composure asunder?
My self pity is hanging on by a thread
I can feel my throat tightening
About to drown in a sea of excuses
Excuses
Stop the car
Leave me at Lusk
(I’ve strayed too far from my shell, I’m losing all sense of being
Can’t even breathe through all the dust)
Leave me at Lusk
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2. |
Tabula Rasa
02:00
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3. |
Zhia
02:08
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Interior: the entirety of my existence
The halls in which I spend the day
I wait for the sun to fall asleep
So my mind can come alive
This night reminds me of youth
And how much I used to fear it
Now it’s all that gives me comfort
In my red-eyed paradise
I feel my blood get colder
And my eyes now feel awake
The loneliness of the night
Makes me feel at home
Yes! The moment’s been with us since we got here
Exterior: the anxiety shut out
A safe space to explore the ether
The moon only shows me it’s good side
I pretend to know no different
The day it seeks to take me
And put death behind my eyes
I for once feel a harmony
Between me, myself and I
Writings on the wall comfort me
That I can hold myself together
My psyche won’t be penetrated
My brand new virgin mind
Yes! The moment’s been with us since we got here
Yes! the moment’s been with us since we got here
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Oh, there goes my heart again
I’d let you go quietly
But you know so much about me
Buy in bulk and you’ll see me less
I haven’t been able to get too far so far
So I snapped the strings on your guitar
The face in my mind has warped so much in time
I can’t even remember what person you are
Me I float my way through most days
Someone’s risen to stardom and crashed down burning
In the time it takes me to get up out of a chair
I have to curb this fever, but it’s mounting
I feel naked out here, the breeze could knock me over
Picture my self floating away
But I guess I’ve been worse
(Everything is still)
This morning I spoke with the sky, he told me:
If it’s meant to be, it will be
Our insignificance is a beautiful thing
Let it ring out
I’ve started to get up before the sun’s risen in winter
Feels like I’ve awoken before God
Twitching with the kind of fragility you can only feel so early in the morning
Bleeding like I just got a new toothbrush
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5. |
Lyserg
12:26
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I woke up like this
From the back of my head
Room twirled into focus
Luminous pastel to warping static
World turned upside down
Or maybe it was flipped all this time, I don’t know
Wasn’t supposed to fade, not yet
Wasn’t meant to fade at all
It left me
One thought at a time
See everyone around me
Limped, dazed, staring at one another
They surround me, without me, within me
And yet
Yet, I’ve never felt so alone
The silence is loud
Not like when the rain bled
Not like when I was stuck on the train
Rattling through my head
The silence is softer
Not like when I lost my voice earlier
In the sprawl
And not when I was staring at the wall
Not saying much of anything, not at all
Dim the lights for Lyserg
We’ve all got so much to say
But I can’t bear to see you crying man
It’s okay
You’re okay
I’m okay
We’re okay
It’s all okay
We are here
...Hi
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I got scared
Didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly
With all the force in the world
My body’s mass shoved down
But lifted up
Out of the barracks
And into the sky
Hello, old man
I’m coming for you
I climb into the clouds
Closer than any man before
Gaze upon the fields of white
A kingdom, mine to restore
The Lord can do his worst
I spit on his creation
Me? I answer to nobody now
The stars my destination
See, this is what you wanted
This is what you were asking for
This is what you wanted
Just wait till you see what we've got in store for you
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The left strap comes loose
And I flinch, knocking down the elevation
Wind whips my hair all about my eyes
Obscuring my perception
A rush of red scorches its way up my neck
Embarrassed at my treason
Heat crawling up my back, swallowing me whole
And there goes the engine
Falling heavy, flailing madly
A rag-doll cast from on high
Where’s your self-assurance now?
When you’re plunging through the sky
You can’t escape His regime
In an unconventional flying machine
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8. |
Nowhere To Spit
04:58
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It’s a myth; you’ll never truly be content
Even if you pay all your dues on top of your rent
Even when the hole in the wall shows you five figures
You’ll always wish that wallet of yours was bigger
(Won’t you send me a note?)
The best place to find yourself is an old lodge
On the neck of the red-brick woods
Where the writing on the wall tells you,
“We buy stolen goods”
When you’re chewing on a cigar with a silver tip
You’ll still be furious to discover there’s nowhere to spit
When you turn over and face someone you swore you loved
You won’t be able to take the fact people change,
And you can’t storm the levels above
It peaks me out that the sirens chime three times a day
But brother, I wouldn’t have it any other way
Look sideways at my neighbour and they will surely see red
The writing on the wall says,
“Heroin dealers will be shot dead”
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9. |
KFHC
05:41
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Pleasure has a lot of forms
But who said you were the one I adored?
Take that lie from out of your teeth
And slap it on my every cheek
Cramping up, I feel the slide
My mind escapes between your thighs
Make me laugh or make me cry
Just don't leave me Kentucky-fried
Kentucky-fried hardcore
"It's finger pickin' good!"
When I saw that face I won't
Lie it shone so bright that I
Fill my boots up with your features
Stick to you like ticks and leeches
I believed romance was dead until I saw you in my bed
Who would've thought a pinch of snuff
Could lead to love all in my guts?
Kentucky-fried hardcore
"It's finger pickin' good!"
Now that greasy time is near
Come let me whisper in your ear
Sticky black plastic paper cuts
In the cloakroom we are all sluts
Please now let me take your order
Served with sweat and thrown towards her
Rack it up, rack it up, no need to cry
Your ass has been Kentucky-fried
It could happen to any one of you
It could happen to anyone
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10. |
Soporific
06:14
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I can’t die yet; I’ve got no magnum opus
The world is yet to stand still for me
These conversations fuel the fire that will never burn a soul
Passivity, the source of my mediocrity
Do you really know what I mean?
My motivation lost itself in all the --
You probably don’t get it but that’s quite okay
Because if you ignore me I’ll just go away
I can’t stop now, every year brings something new
But my body feels like a cage
I get so bored I dream of not being quite so bored
Losing a battle that I never really had to fight
Their eyes are staring, watching every move
Society can turn its back and focus on someone with more to say
You probably don’t get it, that’s quite okay
Because if you ignore me I’ll just go away
What is it that makes this world so tolerable? Since everyone else sees it through prodigal lenses that makes me feel so insubordinate and that I’m losing my ordinance. Well the general consensus is I am losing my senses to an old dog who barks for more relentlessly until I’ve turned to dust, like a match I’m built to combust and burn everything that’s around me, pardon me if that sounds far too angsty but what’s the point in going on when the best part of me is too far gone to recover just to find another who makes me feel smothered over and over and over and over again
I’m sick of this, it’s a vicious circle but I never come back to where I was happy and laughing for too long, only for a dull moment, then I remember that I’m just a component in a bigger machine that just spits on me and beats me until I’m focused. The god watching us just gives us a prod when he feels like he’s bored or to pretend he’s not flawed and the worst thing about it is we pretend it’s okay and smile back at him and hide our pain and our fury and venom towards our creator who says that he loves us but puts us in danger
You probably don’t get it but that’s quite okay because if you ignore me I’ll just go away, but why can’t I do that? I have to live with myself until I just die and then what happens? I don’t know, all I want is to lie in the snow and do the work for the world that just happened to be where I was born. I’m just one person, I can’t make a difference, I can’t find a way to my eternal existence but since this is the only time that I’m alive maybe, just maybe, I should give it a try
You probably don’t get it
That’s quite okay
Take that how you will
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11. |
The Door
04:08
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Ready Neddy Teddy, don’t you dare forget this baby
You’re a lucky boy
Haunted houses ripped apart then brought together by another
Passion-filled spark
Rip up all the carpets and air the fumes
Say hello to the people that will always be there for you
This house may have died a thousand times,
But won’t your arrival bring new life
‘Cause we need you now, we can’t ignore
Open up the door and darling understand
I could not love you more
Not a single one of us had noticed that it’d gone
You’ve brought the summers inside
Happiness of youth decide, I’ve come undone, my feelings
I cannot hide
This house may have died a thousand times,
But won’t your arrival bring new life
Cause we need you now, we can’t ignore
Open up the door and darling understand
I could not love you more
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12. |
Barely A Shadow
05:23
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Drifting for a while now, retreated into my shell
Wandering the streets fazed-out replaying memories
From when I didn’t feel half as unwell
Breathing in every moment, acutely aware that the tape won’t last forever
Hyperactive but paranoid, an overconfident mongoloid
Smiling in my bed at night, believing I’d won the fight
Against this terminal loneliness
Now re-emerged as a shadow, I cling to the walls
As though the next stranger I meet in the street
Is gonna stab me in the throat
That’s the way it seems to go
Find a reason to smile again
Contentment starts to roll in
Then the reason is gone again
But that’s the way it’s supposed to go
You find a reason to smile and then
Like all good things, it must go
I’ll pick the stones out of your heel
Reliving other people’s memories ‘cause they’re far less dull than my own
The way things are going, I’m barely even a shadow anymore
I was born twice; I have an indelible fear of loneliness
But mark my words, any second now
I will turn around and stab that screenwriter in the throat
This terror twilight could last three weeks, I wouldn’t notice
Because you radiate such light, that when I near you
I’m barely a shadow anymore
(That’s the way it’s supposed to go
Like all good things it must go)
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Cloakroom Q. Belfast, UK
Though officially tagged as art-rock, Cloakroom Q. cannot be easily filed into any one genre.
Forming in late
2016, they are a band that has been through many iterations to get to where they are today. With a keen common desire to explore their creative abilities without limitations, the 4 piece have been working together for years to reach a "Halfway point between Roxy Music and Death Grips."
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