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Garbage Dream House
05:16
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It was a Sunday
We stripped a tree
It was always about me
We’re getting too close together
We’re getting too close
Erased the laughs all off from your face
And I'm wondering how
I look to you now
Litters overgrown
Is always overcome
And again modified winged plum
Do you feel
Cherrystones
In her bones
It’s okay to sleep again
Do you feel
Cherrystones
In her bones
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you're in bugland
earth gold plant
turn it out and
fly fly
moths welcome
what you see is
home and its mine mine mine
youre in bugland
leave you suntanned
you look better with
eyes eyes eyes
everywhere that we go
im outside with lily eyes
we set the fire
clams in the sky
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Grey as a classic
Break my heart out
Forest Litter
Its you
Grey as a classic
Born just a little bit
Waving to you
Mouse Music
Grievance Collector
I walk around the back
And you’re all around me
You’re all around
Itd be nicer
When’d we get so old
I still want you
I know I want you
Want you
And it was
Forest Litter
Its you
(spoken word: We set aside the sadness The trees were whispering things to us.I could hear it.It said something of hope. I look like this here but I can’t see. Blindness covers her but violence has her tendency)
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4. |
Save the Lobsters
04:46
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Molt the way down inside
All the way to follow
All the way out
Hand pick gills the petals
Bather in the bloodcells
Are there ways to follow
All the way Out
Waterproof skin
Its okay to go to sleep again
Somebody loves you
Somebody who
Somebody loves
Now run
Now run
Now run
Put it on the right tide
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Garbage Dream house
I had to find you
Sun in your mouth
I had to find you
We’re drenched by a milky hum
You’re a visit on a plant
In Soul
In Time
And you write your notes
You rally your words
Do you like me the most again
In Soul
In Time
Sunlight
It makes sugar
And I'm waiting
I am waiting
Garbage Dream house
I had to find you
Sun in your mouth
I had to find you
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6. |
Bather in the Bloodcells
02:55
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I felt alive
In a house
In a house Ill die in, baby
He was the light
(He was)
It was the light
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Hate all the times in the morning
Crave all the ants in the sky
A rose grew out of your finger
Sun patiently says goodbye
Listen closely
You Have a place
Like a sad song
That always comes on
Im ready
Hate I forget what you look like
Your face is a window inside
Listen closely
Im ready
I patiently say goodbye
Im ready
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Let me record your arc
Always
I’ll layout the bog where hearts
Stay
if you find this memory
Repeat play
I’m the smallest detail your way
I had it all along
Jelly Meadow
spherical is never deaf
blizzard orb is life
root, 3, 4
a moon in morn is light
jelly meadow bright
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No Joy Montreal, Québec
Since first arriving on the scene in 2009 with blistering inversions of shoegaze, Montreal’s No Joy has always found formidable ways to reinvent itself. Now solely composed of musician Jasamine White-Gluz, No Joy has evolved over four studio albums and five EPs, defying expectation and genre, and cementing itself as something rare: a band without a category. ... more
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