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South of Sane
05:15
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Could I have a minute’s silence without leaving my mind?
An escape from the cacophony booming on both sides
Shiv the cortex, flames lick the scathing walls within
Swimming tainted waters of original sin
Taking the time on my hands, as if you haven’t got your own
You could surround me with cameras and I wouldn’t feel less alone
Because they’re too busy mulling over every blemish
to hear their own clock ticking, I swear to God
I’m finished with you
I’ve planted a nail-bomb on the doorstep
Just for you
I block out my dreams and get about an hour of sleep
The mental exhaustion’s enough to make me feel like I’m deep
My train of thought stumbles in and out of reality
I’m not that smart, what few beliefs I have left are a fallacy
There’s a darkness approaching like a cyst on the sky
It’s creeping through my window, there’s nowhere I can hide
The shadows bite and caress, they want to soil my name
But how can I fight it? After years of chasing light, maybe
It’s time for a change
Try as much as I might, I’ll always be
The same
So now I lie twisted, warped like a weathered wooden toy
Circling clouds above soaked up the last of my joy
I want to branch out alone, but I guess that’s too much to ask
I’d rather not come first but I’m terrified of being last
Finally! I’ve lost what I couldn’t believe I’d gained
Now I’m pitching my tent a few miles south of sane
Praise is one thing I never actively seek
So if life is a trip, then it looks like I’ve already peaked
But don’t quote me on that
I might be feeling fine in a couple of weeks
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d0nkroom
00:39
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3. |
People With Energy
03:41
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Can I steal any spare energy you got? It’s just
Y’see, these days I’ve had some trouble
I’m a little sluggish with catching the signal
Not to mention sending it back again
A routine intake to cope with your mistakes
That’s what’s fuelling that spark in your eye
On a daily basis cycling through friendly faces
But you just made a little boy cry
That’s why you people with energy make me sick
I wish you could see yourself as the rest of us do
Just try and breathe a little, you’ll be fine
Watch out for the haircuts on your way to the bar though
You might just piss them off with your choice of attire
If you want to dance, do so at your leisure
The crowd will part just for you
And with you, they’ll make a new laughing stock
You won’t even have to open your mouth, you won’t have to talk
And they’ve got you now in their jittering jaws, so laugh it up
They’ve got you in their jittering jaws, they won’t shut up
So dig the crux:
I swear to God, you people with energy aren’t worth shit
His flailing limbs are a sign he’s getting into it
**DANCE BREAK**
Looks like you people with energy are just like me
I can laugh all night at the petty fight
That just happened right outside
The thing is though, if you can’t use words
Man, there’s so much you’re failing to see
So I guess you people with energy, you people with energy
YOU FUCKING PEOPLE WITH ENERGY MAKE ME SICK
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4. |
Feeding The Stranger
04:11
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Heart-rate increasing, I peel into the street
Stick to my route and maybe I can get there in one piece
Avoid all eye contact as I rummage through my pocket
And wait for the light to dismiss me, before lighting a cigarette
Which I toss within a matter of seconds
Because my throat is starting to hurt every time I swallow
And I’m coughing up blood
Up the dull drybrush night
But I’m going deep into the red today
Nobody knows me here
So they won’t notice when I’m gone
I can brave out the taste ‘til I stumble through the gate
Order a drink and gulp down half of it at the counter
So it won’t spill with the sway in my step
And it scorches down my throat
Burning a hole in my empty stomach, that swings around
My gut feels heavy as I wrench it up the stairs
I know I should’ve eaten, but I couldn’t keep anything down
Cause I’m seeing stars and they’re not letting up
The world swings round
I fall through the roof
A stranger’s hand comes down to grasp mine
Been up the whole drybrush night
But I’m going deep into the red today
Nobody knows me here
So they won’t notice when I’m gone
When I’m home
Stayed up through the drybrushed night
Going deep into the red today
Nobody knows me here
So they won’t notice when I’m gone
When I’m finally home
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Unearth
07:09
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Sleep next to me
There's room for two in here
Lift up the blanket
So I can crawl in
I heard you earlier, but
I don't know what to do
Oh God, I swear this doesn't mean anything
Keep away from me
I want nothing to do with you
"This can't continue"
I thought when I came to
"This can't continue"
I thought when I came too
Oh God! I swear this doesn't mean anything
I'm going for a walk
I'm leaving behind my socks
Going for a walk, lock the door
Because I'm not coming back
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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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