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The Heat Death Of Love
02:46
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What happens after the heat death of love
Do we just shrug our shoulders
Or appeal to the vacancy above
The particles dash and crash together
Give off heat, and become better
Not knowing that the only plan
Is a pointless, arbitrary lifespan
what happens after the heat death of love
Do we just savor the silence
Until the sadness thereof
The space between all things gets bigger
all goes cold, the last lights flicker
all is dead and done, decayed
the idea always was that it would
fade away
fade away
It’s preordained
That all things separate
What happens after the last light goes out
And all doors shut forever
I guess I’ll just sell the house.
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2. |
Dig Me A Hole
04:23
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be the strong one, heavy stone
got no brains, what do stones known
young and stupid, hand in hand
got no clue, think you understand
years pass by with nothing solved
leave a mess for all involved
dig me a hole
the flood it came to sweep me up
rising swiftly, strong and abrupt
weed and whiskey in constant flow
all that fills me, just look at me go
taking stock of what I've got
people giving food for thought
dig me a hole
dig me a hole
slicing cleanly to the bone
I won't squirm and I won't moan
dole me out, leave some to save
throw the rest in a pauper's grave
will it leave or will it stay
will i come back again one day
dig me a hole
dig me a hole
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3. |
A Deep Sleep
04:25
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I can’t rely on my blue lying eyes
To navigate safely this perilous life
Bone headed, exhaustively shredded
My only means of escape
Honestly, I could succeed
if it weren’t for this battle between myself and me
and I the pacifist, or maybe masochist,
Refuse to take a side
The thunderous vanguard approaches the keep
But I wanted the quiet so I could get some sleep
To get lost in a dream so sanguine and deep
Covered with dirt six feet underground without so much as peep
you may ask why, but I’ve already tried
To explain I’m just tired, and this isn’t goodbye
I need to regroup, to rethink, redo
My plan of attack for a while
and in this sanctum subterranean,
Away from the din, restfully laying
in wait for the right time,
the right mind to reemerge
The thunderous vanguard approaches the keep
But I wanted the quiet so I could get some sleep
To get lost in a dream so sanguine and deep
Covered with dirt six feet underground without so much as peep
Lay it on me, nice and thick,
the earth’s weighted blanket over me, the relic
Lay it on me, nice and thick,
And years down the line, someone might dig
me up
Come dig me up
Or I’ll just do it myself, when I’ve rested enough
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4. |
Antikythera
05:20
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I’ve been excavating myself
I’ve spent eons in the dark
And I’m hauling up parts
Of my Antikythera heart
Wondering how it works
And leaving behind these piles of free dirt
Stumbling upon a patchwork mosaic
Filling in these blank spaces archaic
Trying to suss out
What it all could be about
sifting through the obsidian and chert
stake a sign that reads ‘free dirt’
Free dirt
come on and get my
Free dirt
I’m beginning to see just how
Life works out above ground
My gears start spinning
The underpinning fabled part
of my long lost heart
Keeps the scholars engaged
Taking to the question like a pig to a trough
Just keep your eyes on this page
And dust me off
Posted up in this posh little corner of a Greek museum
Familiar faces, but I don’t know where I’ve seen them
and the jolting start
Of my antikythera heart
gets the memories flowing, they comes in spurts
And all I’m offering is free dirt
We can lie, we can cheat, we can do as we please
With each day that passes I’m asking if it don’t really bother me
I’m just cogs in a box
telling phases of the moon
I’m just a misanthropic extrovert
And I’m slinging this free dirt
Free dirt
come on and get my
Free dirt
I’m beginning to see just how
Life works out above ground
The disease I’m kicking
To get me clicking, I’m a work of art
Antikythera heart
Don’t make so so sorry
don’t make me forget or my defenses soft
Either leave me where you found me
or dust me off
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I was there, you just couldn’t see me
Waiving from the balcony
You were captivated by
the merits of a smile that wasn’t mine
And I knew I would just waste our time
There was never a hello, but goodbye
sometimes loneliness is fine
It wraps you in it’s arms so tight
it tucks you in to a restless night
A balmy bramble, a lullaby
That talks you in to staying inside
So there’s never a hello, but goodbye
Missed connection
Phantom affections
it’s a game of what ifs
No fear of rejection
no ugly projection
it’s a grift
That I don’t intend or want to defend
I just want to send my regards
And walk ‘round the bend
There was never a hello, but goodbye
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6. |
Pulling Petals
03:21
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a crooked spine
a new fault line
To shake your world
Make meaning into mess now
A silk so fine
To make divine
A creature you
Wouldn’t like when dressed down
I won’t be straight when I’m a suture sewing up
Wounds you never had
Who said anything about the future, darlin’
I guess you got it bad
immune to signs
And flying blind
Into a place of
No return now
I’m the kind
You leave behind
And don’t recall
’Til you’ve already left town
I won’t be straight when I’m a suture sewing up
Wounds you never had
you got me thinking about the future, darlin’
I guess I got it bad
I’m trying this new deal
It’s all the rage
gonna just shut up and give a good thing
a chance for a change
I’m pulling petals
Pulling petals
Pulling petals
one by one
I’m pulling petals
Pulling petals
Pulling petals
One by one
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My Neighbor Kellan Austin, Texas
Kellan played a driveway show for his neighbor's party. The act was listed as 'My Neighbor Kellan' on the invite. People assumed it was a band name. Now it is. Influenced by the sounds and lyrical stylings of Stephen Malkmus, the riffs and weaving guitars of Built To Spill, and the emotion and vulnerability of Elliott Smith, Kellan makes bedroom music. Often in his underpants. ... more
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