1. |
last time you were alive
04:01
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shut up my satan love is sickening
i know that it won’t bring me anything
i’d like to see you turn it off
when you’ve forgotten the last time
that you were alive
guess what i know you don’t wanna look at me
that’s why i force you to watch through the bleeding of angels
i’d like to see you turn it off
when you’ve forgotten the last time
that you were alive
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2. |
my pillow
04:39
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three cousins boxed up tightly
look out below
the one's avoiding sleep and craving the glow
so low
solo magic majesty
this is not your tragedy
now that we are older
we all still know
so don't regret the harvest
regret the sow
so low
solo magic majesty
this is not your tragedy
lit up and lit my pillow
you can say you wanted everything you got
lit up and lit my head up
we will never ever speak of this again
when it is all around you
and it is so
so low
solo magic majesty
this is not your tragedy
lit up and lit my pillow
you can say you wanted everything you got
lit up and lit my head up
you can say you wanted everything you got
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4. |
our little town
05:15
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it's present in every face i see
the conversations and even in the eyes
something big is bubbling underneath the surface
of our little town
i won't nail it to the wall
but this is an open ended call
to take me there and let down your hair
sing to me
i don't want to be alone
something big is bubbling underneath the surface
of our little town
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5. |
dead deer
03:08
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your mom woke us up early
still dark outside
it felt like we had just fallen asleep
we dressed in silence
too tired to speak
made our way up the carpeted stairs
your mom made us breakfast
tried to pretend that it was just another day
i tried hard to remember what had gone down
but all i got were flashes
running by the barn
your brother coming home
trying and failing to take my shoes off
getting in the car
knowing you were lost
not knowing who was driving
the next thing i know it's the garden of eden
where are they taking us?
what did we do?
i saw a dead deer in the road on the way home
pick up the pieces of broken bone
i should have known
i should have known
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6. |
cursed, no -> blessed
02:43
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so you said it was good enough
believe me when i've had enough
and someone had to be the one to bring it up
so here it is:
we are not cursed with an affliction
we are blessed with a beautiful addiction
be where you want to
do what you want to
do what you want to do
all the good people pack it up
move away where it's green enough
and someone had to be the one to bring it up
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all of the birds are gone as are the leaves
my friends can hibernate prematurely
i'll save up food
i will keep me warm
to hell with the sun
i've got things to do
there's never been this much room
i can finally breathe
you were boring me anyway
hope you sleep well
under ice
look closely
bet your money that my eyes and mouth are gonna be
open wide
full of pride
oh but nobody dies
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the rutabega South Bend, Indiana
The Rutabega is a Carp Rock duo from South Bend, Indiana.
the rutabega recommends:
SUNSHINE IN MY BLOOD. Petrillo. PETRILLO >>> "Exposure to the elements is a feature, not a bug."
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South Bend beats to guide your way or at least get you going. Tie your shoes and meet us in the clouds.
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flowers & animals
by Bailey Williams
Bailey has a tree-lined mountain of beautiful songs/ releases. This one is especially meaningful to us.
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One of my favorite albums of 2015, Lardo's "GUNMETAL EYES" is also one of the best recordings I've found on Bandcamp. Great post-hardcore is hard to find (in my opinion), and GUNMETAL EYES is one of the greatest examples of the genre in the 2010s. Mandatory listening.
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Shiny Destination
by the rutabega
supported by 4 fans who also own “cursed”
It's funky, its weird, it had a sixties vibe, what else could you want?
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Sophomore release of gentle, spaced-out, folk music with a slightly tropical edge, from a trio out of Chicago.
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