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Demons
02:52
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I have a demon inside of me
And I only see him, when I need him
My friend, my only friend
If my son grows up obsessed with the sea
He won’t be burdened by a family
In another world we could get along
But this is the reason to take aim without reason at all
We all have beliefs that we would like to set free
But it’s not a system for humanity
I have have a demon inside of me
And I only see him when I need him
My friend, my only friend
My very best friend.
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Red Riding Hood
03:37
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Over the hills and through the woods
You won’t get lost even if you could
A compass does you no good
You will not believe it
Something skeptic you behold
Your eyes have drained of all your gold
Peace has slipped within you hands
You will not believe them
Autumn sun makes leaves turn gray
Your shadow was born on Christmas Day
iSister of mercy she won’t pray long
You will not believe her
Coldest winter day is here and I cannot consume your fear
Your wolf is stuck in the neighbors trap
You will not believe her
You will not release her
You will not feed her
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Oppenheimer
05:10
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Your skin so pale and thin it surrendered a war
The clavicle within it could cut through the floor
This dance that we are in it goes right to the door
It’s a shame that you forgot what you were fighting for
Your wood plank daydreams for sale
Your wood plank daydreams for sale
Your wood plank daydreams for sale
And its not worth the price that you bought it for
The monster that’s within is a thumping bore
The Oppenheimer syndrome will make you roar
This bomb that you are building is not what you think it’s for
It’s a shame that you forgot what you were fighting for.
Your wood plank daydreams for sale
Your wood plank daydreams for sale
Your wood plank daydreams for sale
And its not worth the price that you bought it for
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Memory
04:28
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Don’t neglect me in your memory
Too kind to collet me in your company
The mad man in me
Feels comfort as he sleeps
The lord loves a crier and he saved all the liars
Don’t neglect me in your memory
The scent of a church in an overheated room
Sit in a circle to unsee the view
Panoramic pain
Only ends in time
To pacify the seasons
Running through your mind
Don’t collect me in your memory
Too kind to collect me in your company
The madman in me
Seeks comfort as he sleeps
Don’t neglect me in your memory
Write me a love note
Add it to your song
Tell all the birds
Where I’ve gone
I passed judgement on the gates
Found them wanting more
Don’t neglect me in your memory
Don’t neglect me in your memory
Too kind to collect me in your company
The mad man in me
Feels comfort as he sleeps
The lord loves a liar and saved all the criers
Don’t neglect me in your memory
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Awkward Conversation
02:15
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Gravity of awkward conversations
Not mapped by any constellations
Flow like a serpent ecstatic in the current
Of underground sunbeams shaped
Like the color green
Forest green
Fingertips twisted like hoses in the summertime
Will happily trade your iron for your wine
Darkened black doorways singer louder than your songs
Sung in a world where you don’t belong
You don’t belong
You don’t belong to me
Stuck late at night you can never be right
While you tell yourself
You’ve done nothing wrong
You’ve done nothing wrong
you won’t be here long
Thick thighs in plastic sit out on the countertop
While the oven is stripped of her heat
Her white hot heat
Her much needed heat
If I had space in your bed I would use it
To play dead and listen
To all kinds of music
Awake without conscience to be misplaced each day
I’ll never tell, I needed this
I need this
I need this
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The Artist
09:02
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How do you see? The white man’s face in the snow
The angels you are making will never learn to fly
The sun us barely shining, the story in this sky
The rabbit isn’t missing, he is too afraid to move
If I were him I would be there, I would want to comfort you
I am not in heaven , I am too afraid to yet
I am not forgotten I’m a tale that you tell
How do you see? The white mans face in the snow.
Nothing seems to change I know
But the world won’t stay the same you know
My feelings stay the same I know
But you won’t say that you‘ll never go
The man who lives below my floor
Won’t drink with me because I’m a bore
The spaceman still gets too fucked up to make amends for what he’s done
The genius that we though had died is not what I would call survived
Brother seems to be doing fine, I don’t know how he keeps his mind
I do not know where I fit in or where I should begin
Nothing seems to change I know, the wold won’t stay the same you know
The artist draws a bath that’s cold, he wonders if he will grow old
My mystic frolics on young skin while complaining that it’s not a sin
The filmmakers have come to town while wearing purpled flower crowns
I do not know where I fit in or where I should even begin
Nothing seems to change, the world won’t stay the same
Oh I wish I could color
Oh I wish I knew how
Oh I wish I could color
I wish I had learned now
If I could color
My fingers would breathe life into pictures
Oh I wish I could color
I wish I had learned now
Oh I wish I could whistle
Oh I wish I knew how
Oh I wish I could whistle
I wish I had learned now
If I could whistle
I would do whatever I please
Oh I wish I could color
I wish I could whistle
I wish I wanted to learn now
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Merci Van Saratoga Springs, New York
Synth post folk music from New York. Members are Alicia Macier Van Scoy, Ed Cormac and Katlyn Celentano
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