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Rooftop
03:10
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The white, the bright, the ever-blinding light
Cuts through these almost night–time sights and sounds I hear and see
Sat on tiles and staring past the trees
The warmth that makes a house a home radiates up my rooftop perch
It stops the chill of winter getting to my bones, and so I sit and search
I search up top, to the quick and readily reddening sky
I search down low, to the houses lain amongst where grass is dry
As I search, I question halos and the dead
Question what life is and the end
The point of bitterness and friends
And though I don't know what I search for on this house atop a hill
The city shows by lighting what happens when the day is swallowed up and killed
The people down below are ants
Living in their stone and metal hive to feed their queen of industry
Oh, how I hope that's never me
I see them living out of matchbox cars that blow forward in the breeze of time to create history
As famous ants that rose from nothing just to dissolve back to nothing in their sleep
I watch this grey expanse of city
And I think of something witty
To sustain my brain, so I can sleep all undisturbed and unperturbed
Until the morning comes to take my pulse and drain the ulcer of responsibility
Questioning life as it questions me
An old ant climbs up scaffolding
Battling his aging frame
Until he sits upon the rooftop where the carving bears his name
He spots old remembered features
The skylight arcs out of the tiled frame
Like it wasn't quite meant to be there
Oh, no he never meant for it to be there
And though the white, the bright, the ever-blinding light
Cuts through these almost daytime sights and sounds he hears and sees
Sat on tiles and staring past the trees
This old man is me, breathing in the home I miss dearly
No one lives here now, so it's just me, myself, and a rooftop in the trees
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2. |
Pavement Wind
02:30
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You walk down the pavement, staring into the wind
A whole metre of safe space to travel, but you walk on the bricks
Tempt fate if you fall, I wonder “Would you mind that at all?”
Because you know that if you fall, you'll fly
And you know that if you fly, you'll soar
But if you stay there in the middle of that pavement you'll become a bore, oh
Don't rely on my mother to tell you so
I know deep down, you know deep down
You've got this, bro
You walk down the pavement, staring into the wind
A whole metre of save space to travel, but you walk on the bricks
Tempt fate if you fall, I wonder “Would you mind that at all?”
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I'm a Sap for Apathy
03:08
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When I look into your eyes
I feel nothing at all
I have just been preconditioned by
My generational apathy
Solitude is mandatory, loneliness is fun
Let’s all break the melancholy, give the kids a gun
People leave and people grieve; and funerals are underrated
It shows we cared about them at all
People come and people go
And still they’ll never wanna know
The time, the place, the way you die
The kind of facts to make old men cry
When I stare into the abyss
I feel perfectly fine
I have just been preconditioned by
My generational apathy
Stare into the dragon’s den
You’ll wish you were not alone
And you’ll wish you’d brought your phone
And wish that it was charged
See the moon, it’s looking for you. Meet its judging gaze
And find your river’s cracked and dried, and your heart bleeds
Because that’s what it’s supposed to do, and when it stops
You’ll find out that your fear of entropy was surely dumb
People come and people go
And still they’ll never wanna know
The time, the place, the way you die
The kind of facts to make old men cry
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Boy, you better not be
Sticking your head where they don’t want you
Circling around like a vulture
Can’t you be a social jellyfish
Somewhere you can get sloppily stung?
There’s an app for sapathy
Download it to your phone just like me
No one knows just where you might be in two years
You don’t know just who you are
Distance won’t change facts so far
The only things that changed, will be
Location, scenery
Boy, you better not be
Messing around in front of a camera
Don’t you know that no one loves you?
The internet will not change that fact
There’s an app for sapathy
Download it to your phone just like me
No one knows just where you might be in two years
You don't know just who you are
Distance won't change facts so far
Only things that changed, will be
Location, scenery
There’s a sap for apathy
Sitting up there amongst the trees
He’ll get further because you’ll be
Too busy being busy
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Impress me, human. I'm unamused
It's been two full minutes since I last laughed at your news
You can tie me up if you like, but don't waste my time in the meantime
You can dress me up if you like, place me upon a pedestal
But I'll be the one to decide when it's time for me to come down
Drown the silence in inebriation
Without inhibition I would be a great man, but not a good one
So now I'm going to start a fire
I'm going to set a fire
It’s a bit beyond me at the moment
There isn’t a single second of time
In the past few years when that hasn’t been true
My thoughts are slowly, surely, bringing me back to you
Oh god, so sorry for that cop-out rhyme
I need a deeper exploration into the inside of my mind
Aside from the fact it’s getting lonely up here
I’ve known that for years, don’t need to write about it
If you want to listen to my fears, tell me some of yours
Oh, I don't care about your favourite TV show, unless it’s the same as mine
In which case we should become intertwined, or further inclined
To paint each other pictures of the worlds we keep inside
I'd cherish your portrait forever, oh, yes I would
But now I'm going to start a fire, oh
I'm going to set a fire
Your painting will be the first things I burn
Not out of malice, just because I'm quite jealous
Because I know exactly where I'm meant to be
But not where to start
So I sit here fighting sleep, trying to make money of art
None of it is made of paper, but I'm getting very tired
So I'm going to set it all on fire
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6. |
Convenient
02:42
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Eyes on the ground, feet on the floor
You want more so still you linger
I couldn't point the finger at you
Eyes on the mirror, you just want to see it clearer
So you linger
Until your breath fogs up the glass
I think you're talking out your ass
The world ain't black and white
It don't take a man to go and lord over the night
Yet still you linger
The world is technicolor
Respect those with the same gender as your mother
As they linger
So you try to pick up the stupid ones
Whoops it turns out they're intoxicated
By your love, it's intoxicating
And nobody loves you
Oh, they know you too well
Oh yeah, they know you so well
And nobody sees you
All they see is a shell
Because they know you so well
You're just a misogynist
And they treat you so well
They need you so
This patriarchy is so convenient for you
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7. |
Brand New
02:25
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I’m seeing them twice next week
Maryland and MSG
And I’ve never been more excited
Oh, I would die right there with you
A Mary Belle sings sweet sixteen
I couldn’t be more excited
If I were to pop my spleen
Try to stand, oh no I don’t think I can
Crash your cymbal, ride into a man
Tom’s playing bass, are you ensnared in that?
Shirt buttoned, wearing a hi-hat
Oh you’ve a knack for the dramatic
And you seem to be well loved
You're a hellcat of an addict
And you’re holding me at gunpoint
The second time this week
You’re there to greet me with goodbye
A reference to Turner-ing heads
And still you wonder why
All the times and times between
You could have read between the lines
That you snorted
And your eyes are soaked with light
Oh you’ve a knack for the dramatic
And you seem to be well loved
You're a hellcat of an addict
And you’re holding me at gunpoint
I’ll watch the way the roses fall
To land amongst the pools
They’re pouring down a stream
Join in-between the lines formed
When I raise three fingers
To the flame, they’ll burn away
Until you see the one to blame
Yourself
You know you always will
And I’ll see you cry me a river
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8. |
The City (Interlude)
00:48
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9. |
Spirited Chimp
03:30
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I would be being dishonest if I were to say
That I did not care about anything
But sadly that could not be further from the truth
Because I got a lot of feelings and
I bottle them up and put them on the counter to
Sell to anybody who’s willing to lose
Sometimes I want to run away, sometimes I want to run away
Sometimes I want to run away, sometimes I want to run away
Because every single thing I want to say has already been said by countless people before me
How could I be so unoriginal to rip off a cave man’s feelings of wanton insecurity
Stare at each leaf, examine a tree, they’re blissfully unaware of me
I could set them on fire, but luckily I’m not fucked up and so I have no desire to
I’m gonna write up a speech for whatever you want to have your
Eulogy say when you die young: “A spirited chimp but you’re quite dumb
Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun
Two weeks passed and another day, lost his scrote and threw it away”
I’m gonna write up a speech for whatever you want to have your
Eulogy say when you die young: “A spirited chimp but you’re quite dumb
Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun
Two weeks passed and another day, lost his scrote and threw it away”
Sometimes I want to run away, sometimes I want to run away
Sometimes I want to run away, sometimes I want to run away
Because every single thing I want to say has already been said by countless people before me
How could I be so unoriginal to rip off a cave man’s feelings of wanton insecurity?
Stare at each leaf, examine a tree, they’re blissfully unaware of me
I could set them on fire, but luckily I’m not fucked up and so I have no desire to
Because every single thing I want to say has already been said by countless people before me
I don’t really mean anything when you look at the whole picture of billions of people
But that’s okay, I’ll talk to friends/make bolognese
I’ll make a movie, go to sleep, wake up and nothing will have changed
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10. |
Stare Alone at the Sun
06:33
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Legacy means only as much as the extent to which people care
It's not about the quantity
Dappled sun highlights the spines of each leaf, revealing the green underneath
It's not like you're the chosen one
And I hope you associate me
With the burning sensation occuring in your retinas when you stare at the sun
I see milky sea and your dead lungs
But when I go to bed I'll sleep with one eye open
And when I go to bed I'll sleep with my feet on the ground
When I go to bed I won't sleep at all
Who am I to say everybody dies alone
When all we really know is what is in our phone?
Who am I to say everybody dies alone
When all we really know is what is in our phone?
How many tries does it take?
I've slowly learnt what it means
How many tries does it take to delete a past mistake?
I've slowly learnt what it means to be one in a set of three
I'm delegating time to friends who'll be dead in several years
But though they breathe, I won't see
How many tries does it take to delete a past mistake?
I've slowly learnt what it means to be one in a set of three
Delegating time for friends who'll be dead in several years
And though they breathe, I won't see
Oh, why don't we
Stare alone at the sun
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Cameron Leigh Auckland, New Zealand
music gremlin from new zealand
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