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10:05 AM
02:54
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Iron deficiency anemia,
Multiple drug intoxication,
Community-acquired pneumonia,
Damned by tabloid allegations,
What will it take to fend off the world closing in around me?
Struggle to gasp by candlelight,
Disquieting blackouts feed the night,
I can't sleep, I can't breathe,
What will it take for you to see?
The bathroom won't save me now,
Breathe...
Too weak to move, too weak to cry,
Everything's cramping but it's different this time,
Stammering, screaming, no one hears me,
This is not what had to be,
I don't have to die,
I shouldn't have to die,
Mommy, I'm dying,
But Monday's just a day away...
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2. |
Brittany
00:56
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A static conscience, my fever dream,
Your omnipresent bride-to-be,
In descent to darkness, descend to me,
Yearn for analog debris, come on,
Open your arms to a digital tomb,
Television lines will heal our wounds,
Dream only of yesterday,
Palpitate another way today,
Whisked upon these silver screens,
A phantom link decays unseen,
Spectral psalms whisper my name,
Dance with me beyond your grave, come on,
Open your arms to a digital tomb,
Television lines will heal our wounds,
Dream only of passing days,
Resuscitate another way too late,
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3. |
The House On Rising Glen
02:25
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The weight of this chamber suffocates me,
Darkness floods the air, my veins start to freeze,
Deafening silence like shattering glass,
Become the weeping torment of centuries past,
Fortress of the damned, dungeon of mine,
It's only a matter of time,
What will it take for you to see?
This house will be the death of me,
So tired... (get me out, get me out)
Invisibly desired... (get me out, get me out)
Caves of suffering engulf me,
This is not what had to be,
Something isn't right, it's all wrong,
Forsaken in the dark of promise forgone,
Diverting from the light was my fatal crime,
Forged in apparitions of another time,
Fortress of the damned, dungeon of mine,
It's only a matter of time,
What will it take for you to see?
This house will be the death of me,
What will it take for you to see?
This house will be the death of me,
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4. |
Gone
01:40
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The skies have gone bleak since the day you took your leave,
Clear limits have been drawn, and maybe I could never...
Gotta know, gotta know, why did you have to go?
Stolen from the spotlight in the middle of your show,
Maybe I ask too much,
A lifetime is not enough,
But I swear I will be there when we can understand why,
The brightest of the stars are the quickest to die,
And why you're gone,
And there's nothing I or anyone can do,
Digging up lost answers won't bring back the dead,
This arrogant quest for closure has exactly the same end,
It's over now,
You're never coming back...
If I dedicate my life to make sense of how you died,
Maybe I'll feel better or at least I will know why,
I can write pretentious songs,
But it's still been far too long,
Credits roll without your name,
It will never be okay,
You're gone,
And there's nothing I or anyone can do,
Digging up lost answers won't bring back the dead,
This arrogant quest for closure has exactly the same end,
It's over now,
You're never coming back...
It's over now,
You're gone and that is that...
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5. |
Redwood
03:06
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The Prople Tampa, Florida
The Prople play great music. Generally, as their tunes grace mortal existence, talent overflows the world, beginning at their fingertips and ending at your eye sockets, ideally dodging your ears.
The Prople recommends:
Roses in Roswell
by West Brooks
This entire album sounds like it was recorded inside of a haunted attraction on Valentine's Day. A rare treat of a star athlete being exactly as proficient with a guitar as they are with a football.
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Ate My Pizza! EP
by The Antidon'ts
Almost 100% of our music is actually supposed to be a direct rip-off of this EP, but since we aren't talented enough to even vaguely pull it off, we just sound like The Prople. The Antidon'ts are HOT!
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The Experience
by Markky Karloff
Electropunk love songs about long torsos by creatures who lurk between the crevices... The Experience is the unfiltered soundtrack to existence in sum.
go to albumIf you like The Prople, you may also like:
Corsano, Maranha & Youngs (IMP028)
by Corsano, Maranha & Youngs
Chris Corsano, David Maranha, Richard Youngs showcase their potent improvisational energy across 40 minutes of lush, meditative free jazz.
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Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage.
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Nightshift make the old tricks and tropes of understated post-punk and no wave feel like a cozy gathering with a few old friends.
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