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freeing feeling
04:00
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The left corner of my room fades into the TV static
Turning my head so dizzily, my heads the globe on the axis
A skeleton wearing a sweater filled with ivy leaves
With a protruding smokey smell eroding my nose
(vocal sample)
I L - O - V - E Y - O - U
I L - O - V - E Y - O - U
Making you think all sorts of things, never imagined before
I feel the knocks on my door funnel into the sole of my foot
The pounding ringing in my ears, years later, never ending
Just as if my thoughts leave me faster than before
(vocal sample)
I L - O - V - E Y - O - U
I L - O - V - E Y - O - U
Blanker than the TV which a tapestry so gently dreads over
Becoming one with my sheets, fully immersed in the noise
I miss the one thing keeping me away from the skeleton
Its boney arms wrap around me, as if I were its decomposed skin
(vocal sample)
I L - O - V - E Y - O - U
I L - O - V - E Y - O - U
Draped across the flowering prairies from which were from
The faded blue sky above us, that doesnt care if we live or die
a freeing feeling coming off of your skin, as if you were a glow in the night
the fire in the lantern fades, along with the times with you at my home
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2. |
recover me
03:09
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one, two, three, four...
escaping it all,
is anything worthwile
while i fall, into,
the light that covers my body
intermittenly, the noise has no sequence
nor an end for my sleepiness
and the resting bed
isnt my home anymore
ill find a night,
where i just might seep,
into the lake of my emotions
i never learned to swim
let a sanata of smoke flow over me
and numb my thoughts, permenately
i need to be covered
and locked in my own head, recover
me
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3. |
circular marks
02:05
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am i stupid or is it a color in my mind?
splattered inside my veins to see outside my skin
you enter my bloodstream and dont leave
two acoustic guitars banging against my head
in a detuned tunnel of noise
ashy circular marks on my new shirt
maybe i should just get rid of it all
should i even complain about the simplicity of my current life
if thats whats dragging it down a mountainside
and im asking you how to escape
i want to go home to your house
and im asking you to take me there
and im asking you how to escape
and im asking you these questions you dont know how to answer
maybe if i ask again
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all i can do
03:31
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I feel everything moving
and the objects in my room fuse together
like the people in my every day life
I cant remember a face for shit
nor my purpose in this eternal light
that has been graced upon me
i dont know why i was chosen
i dont know why I deserve this
I dont know who put this upon me
but I have to thank them, for what i have
I'm in a boat in an ocean
made up of love and hate
and the tide pulls the hate to the shore
just to dry up and be forgotten
and I thank the moon for what it's done
all I can do is sit happily
all i can do, is thank you
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i feel the asphalt again
and the big pine trees in my peripherals
yearning for that feeling
so much id take myself into the woods
and hide from the monstrosities in my own head
delusions painted on my tarp
i dont know how to show you
with my hands or mouth or expressive ways
what you mean to me
through paintings and drawings
or by noises i can make
ill find a way one day
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how will i know?
02:18
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days fade
and a calender flashes in your mind
weeks go by, months go bye
a year of your life, gone
wether its the willow tree, or the flowers in the sky
how will i know?
the force of the wind, whips you away
the time in our minds
arm clicking fast and slicing through
the skin on your arm, slowly
days fade
and a calender flashes in your mind
weeks go by, months go bye
a year of your life, gone
wether its the willow tree, or the flowers in the sky
how will i know?
the clock has to reach twelve
but some things never will fade
all that we can do is make it last
and become the best of us, together
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7. |
talk (cover)
01:45
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I need to be over there
Four states, a step away
'Cause it's a ocean
And a sun of a different day
When I talk
When we talk
When I talk
When we talk
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soap & makeup
02:10
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i await you
02:32
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its come the time
for me to go
i didnt think itd last so
short
short as the caterpillar from our walk
ill be back
ill be back
i tried not to think about it
but i cant stand how much
its in my brain
get it out
get it out
get it out
ill lay by the shore
i await you
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10. |
saving conversations
02:39
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emotional turmoil
turbine flowing with ecstasy
(for the world to give)
I save our conversations for a later date
IN a pocket of my brain
No one else can reach
filled with fog, i forgot the time
crumble under pressure
youve run out of time
confidence fills the roots
of a lonesome tree
trying to grow in a pool
its attempts are futile
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forwards & backwards
02:27
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Im going over and over in my mind
backwards and forwards through the memory
and i fast forward with the button
the tape gets eaten by something i cant see
and its gone
i cant help but look backwards
and theres still that person there
at the turnstile next to the lake
massive pine trees penetrating the earths surface
and the roots wrap around my arm
as they reach out to help one last time
until they fade into the left corner of my brain
the bookshelf no ones visited in 20 years
fuck
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12. |
honest (bonus track)
03:07
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i remember it was 930 pm
in my barren, chilly room
left window open
i had my headphones on listening to grouper
that artist you showed me that makes sad music
i was trying to ponder if you shared it with me
to prove you felt the same way
i was smoking weed trying to forget my feelings
it feels better to be honest
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Bloria's Voice recommends:
Sung Tongs
by Animal Collective
I think Sung Tongs was definitely the most inspirational album for me ever. After first listening it really opened up a whole new world of music for me.
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It Was Hot, We Stayed In The Water
by the Microphones
Phil Elverum has definitely been a massive influence on me. Especially in the way I play guitar, and the lofi quality of my work.
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Akron/Family has ALSO been a massive influence. Especially with my singing and my musics folk like nature. I really think a lot of people involved with folk music are truly genius'.
go to albumIf you like Bloria's Voice, you may also like:
In The Eyes of God
by August, Yours Truly
A haunting, beautiful, autobiographical record that uses samples of old gospel records to wrestle with faith and unbelief.
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i've seen a way
by Mandy, Indiana
A bracing collision of post-punk & electronics that plays like Theoretical Girls recording for L.I.E.S.
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Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations.
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