1. |
Lessons Learned
03:10
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oh, what burns your old soul?
sleeplessly resolved to make life wholesome
lessons learned, preserved
with welfare dearly earned
your straight eye smokes and cuts
through wishbone, milestone, open door
roads collide and explode in the mountain path
you’re trotting on
does it serve you right?
oh what burns my young soul?
blue and bruised
my smooth skin barely waterproof
i lost your smell in the crowd
and it was my only clue
vain as the wrinkles in my mirror
as the winds throw waves upon the lake
pale as a whisper on the muddy river
i could drown in, one bad day
does it serve me right?
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2. |
Floaters
04:21
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i was raised without hesitation
i was praised for the mistakes of my ascendants
i kept promises i never made
i kept secrets for the saints under my mattress
i was seeming, and appearing, and believing
i suggested I was certain ‘bout a plan
my lazy eye’s been guiding me through all the facts
weighing my compassion against my body mass
we climbed the statue of our god
and we kissed him, along his neck and torso
we were hopelessly devoted
amateurs of sweet baroque, fetish porno
there was a remedy, the venom spree of nietsche
there was a remedy, the serum of céline
my lazy eye’s been guiding me through all the facts
weighing my compassion against my body mass
i’m proud of my land, but there’s a better one, it’s said
i’m proud of my land, but there’s a better one, it’s said
far in the west, where the girls have soybean breasts
far in the west, where the bulls have boyfriend necks
far in the west, where they shoot holes through tongues
and celebrities bite off heads of bats
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3. |
Date Night
02:26
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stumbling on our way out
by the river
me and my demons
we’re leaving undecided
but we all know where it goes
we’ll have to burn her blankets
and we’ll have to buy new clothes
hanging halfway in between
we’re late
me and my demons
while the odds are even
i am feeding, being eaten
panic, I outran worse in your kind
i lose lightly
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4. |
Gold Dust
04:56
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born was a feeling
that was kinda cold and creepy
and it tickled me a little in the underbelly
cold sweat from sniffing at her panties
she was only just a boring skinny kitty
from a city
dad met with her dad
and then a counselor and a jack
and I didn’t understand a word they said
they said
“he never game a damn and he never gave a rat
he’s always been like that
he’s only just a little slow”
“he never moves his ass
and if he does, he makes a mess
he ain’t got that from his dad
he is only just a little slow”
i was born with rotten teeth
the doctor said “this is unseen”
and it turned my mom into a nervous wreck
gold dust from licking sugar
off his salty nipples
he was not really a friend
more of a chuck
dad met with his dad
and then a counselor and a jack
and I didn’t understand a word they said
They said
“he never game a damn and he never gave a rat
he’s always been like that
he’s only just a little slow”
“he never moves his ass
and if he does, he makes a mess
he ain’t got that from his dad
he is only just a little slow”
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5. |
Death Trap Fortune
03:14
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who’ll be queen to my demons?
who will polish their playful tails?
brush their failed emotions?
who’ll be mate to my donkey?
who’ll be lost in enchanted fancy
as he raises his boney backcheeks?
happiness
the small things that make our happiness
it’s in the details
that i’m an average hamlet
disturbing news i received
from the world today
tagged breaking
who’ll look after prince mishkin?
all wound up in noble woes
through a storm
of courteous torture
helpless
all of my friends are helpless
while i’m making death trap fortune
disturbing news i received
from the world today
tagged breaking
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6. |
Speak A Little
01:46
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in a cave, in the fairy woods,
where i’m on display for the neighbours
in my cage, i am well-maintained
and i can’t complain about the catering
tattoo on my chest
cowbell around my neck
i’m a little speaker
yes, i speak a little
ooh, they’re waving
through the rain, a woman came
with cold determination
her nails brushed through my hair
“bet you’ve got more than juice in there”
“i’ll need you for your heat
i’ll need to hear you scream
you little speaker
yes, you speak a little”
ooh, she’s waving
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7. |
Man With A Plan
02:51
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ruthless youth, stakes they raise
they are angry just the same
they have paid, they need change
let’s hear them out
hear them out
they have had a restless say
their concern deserves a break
they have paid, they need change
let’s hear them out
hear them out
i am holding my breath when there’s a newsflash
hey, isn’t there always something boiling
something brewing, something cooking?
when a friend of a friend
is a man with a plan
there is always something nasty to expect
it seems they’re squeezing out their mash
it seems they’re putting out the trash
“beware of the mess when the wet dream ends”
they’ve been brushing up their lashes
yes, their bravery is fresh
“beware of the mess when the wet dream ends”
i am holding my breath when there’s a newsflash
hey, isn’t there always something steaming
from our bodies, motorways and basements?
when a friend of a friend
is a man with a plan
there is always something nasty to expect
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the river man, and his concern
with the lives that he caters for
the boat sinks halfway in, and swings
to the beat of a past forbidden
the sun sneaks in through a crack in my skin
and i feel one with the morning
creation’s aim drives blues away
life’s been shy and brief these days
i filled my mouth with meek white sand
so i can feel the pulse of my land
so i can practice on my muzzled speech
in the tradition of those damn old Greeks
against the breeze
on a beach
help me, i’ve been overclaimed
help me, i’ve been undertaken
i’ve been recent, i’ve been long
i’ve been easy, i’ve been straight
i had all proportions wrong
and it blew up in my face
i’ve been looking for a place to drop off my load
been carrying that weight for much too long
creation’s aim drives blues away
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9. |
Willing Shoes
02:33
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she speaks, i quietly agree
buying time to read her
i said I would, i should have known i couldn’t
and that’s on me
it’s been busy trying to un-change my mind
it’s been careful trying to arrange my tiles
at last, in my punishment corner
i get to let a sigh go unnoticed
mute as we sneak into our willing shoes
and back again we are cool
future dreams came with a plan
and it reeked of weakness
medieval healing recipes
to spur my dead of night amnesia
it’s been a labour running halfway up that hill
with no problems besides the boiling of our wills
smoked, on our belly, in the dew
what a most desirable brew
cold, on our cloud
then slide slowly down
to arrive back at the foot
breathing, breathing
burning, burning
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10. |
Faint Appreciation
02:38
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she
weighs on me
i fear
with fervor
we fence
with gut
i’ll hide
if i must
the lizard brain screams
the body adapts
breathe, huddie, breathe
it’s only just a drag
bad, bad yearnings
on a silk summer day
i clashed
with my enemy
he flushed
my intelligence
he ran
with a belly full of game
i stranded
with faint appreciation
the monkey brain screams
the body adapts
breathe, huddie, breathe
it’s only just a drag
hasty decisions
in a rush of ambition
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Slow Bear
I am a one-man-band making alterantive music. My third album, Breathe Huddie Breathe, in a production of Katie Alice Greer, brings forward a darker atmosphere and embraces the DIY approach more extensively than its predecessor, Fucking Off.
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