1. |
Mouse At Your Feet
04:26
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Looking back,
I shouldn’t have tried
None of this was of your choosing
Years you burn in the off-time
Drive-thru, eyes glued on the dollar menu
If it’s a shoulder you’re expecting, how am I last to know?
Drops a
Half eaten
Mouse at
Your feet
Possum
Making a way back in
Show you’re
Expecting
Coin tosses I keep losing
I’m scared I’m losing
Looking back,
I should’ve cut ties
Tracing patterns on the ceiling
You’re older now, buying my time
Unseen, our evenings bound to a dim screen
If it’s an offer you’re rejecting, how am I last to know?
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You’re not supposed to come back
Barreling Monteagle again
But each passing day’s more absurd
How did I go so vacant
With ten years left?
You’re not supposed to come back
Harboring the feeling again
But each passing day’s more absurd
When did I go so vacant?
All I sing turns to white background, black text, my hands around my neck
But don’t let up
I wanna feel my crushing weight
I set one expectation for myself
And I know that it’s too late
Enjoy your isolation, so I know what you’re feeling’s hard
But I can’t feel bad for you when you’re only navel-gazing
And when my memory goes I hope I lose this part
Still, I can’t feel bad for you when (I’m/you’re) always getting wasted
You’re not supposed to come back
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3. |
C c c c c c c c c c c
04:36
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These things take a while, let’s assume
Stuck on rearranging every item in the room
Holding onto garbage keepsakes
Bound to happen naturally, living at your pace
And I’m trying to put this behind me
Break a cycle of complacence, catharsis through complacency
Scrub whatever’s left of me
From a vessel living nowhere, doing nothing too poetically
You were eating garbage when we met
Fishing for the rent check, hands soaking wet
Cross-faded, quickly losing interest
Left to me entirely, hoping you forget
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4. |
Archaic Smiles
02:09
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I felt your presence in the other room
Asleep at 9pm, days til the move
I hear far-off tires screeching
I’m still racing time
But I’ve got something else in mind I think you should try
Try to do
Archaic smiles forever haunting you
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5. |
Raft
04:53
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Atone
Bite my tongue
Start again real slow
Do I treat you awful
When I leave my body?
Reborn different,
You were always above
Turn back, take it easy on yourself
Turn back, take it easy on yourself when I won’t do it
Pollen rain
Blue-green paint
Residue from old tape
Whether I know or I don’t know
Resign to wrestle out or outgrow
Do I treat you awful
When I leave my body?
Reborn different,
You always above
You take it easy on yourself
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6. |
Unit 4
02:33
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Space heater on
Dried out keepsakes spread
Brought inside off the lawn, I smile and pass
Lay it on me, only plans no promises
Spare words
Stranger than the ones from my mouth
Falling
I don’t mean to laugh or drive into every corner, every curb
Roll over on my side, acquiesce, I can’t deny
Roll over on my side
Space heater on
Dried out keepsakes spread on the lawn, I smile and pass
Three out of ten would do the same, not dishonest, just caught in a rut
So lay it on me if you feel so strongly
I know these days have been unkind
I don’t mean to laugh or drive into every stop sign
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7. |
Computer Trouble
01:45
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Keep busy
Lids heavy, steep climb
Plastic baby in king cake waiting outside
I threw up in my mouth
So you think you’re tough,
Why don’t you lawyer up?
Billy goats gruff
And I’ll be waiting, shoes caked in dirt
I already know I’m wrong,
Stop short of stringing you on
Came for answers
Not a bunch of
Dead fish piled in my corner
Won’t you leave a little faster?
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8. |
Billowing Redo
02:29
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Whining, I’ll nestle safe below ground
Whining, we pair off in billowing clouds
If you won’t tell me what you’re thinking
Will you sink-wash your blood-stained shirt, spend the weekend safe at home?
And I’m so far removed, I only feel the muscles in my back tighten
Needless to say
I see part of you burrows underground
In my experience, you’ll find new ways around
Copper piping, dino bones as I dig tunnels far
From where you slash your neighbor’s tires to remind them where you are
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And when you reach that place
Propping up heavy eyelids
How can you know your god,
If you don’t know her violence?
Eye-floater rosemaling
Pelvic beatitude
Jokes and brutality
Sanding their edges smooth, together, smooth
A child’s outlook, desire’s a curse
Leaving your own cesspool, you’ll end up somewhere worse
Own up, you did it to yourself
Avoiding inconvenient, play dying on your hill
(Love is inconvenient, but life is)
And if
These things are wrong
You’re welcome to try
But I remember sitting high over it all and talking shit til the ground split wide
A taunting greek chorus repeating,
“Steep climb,
Sleep tight”
(sleep tight)
(We huddle closely, fingertips like ice
We fall asleep with our throats bone-dry)
Sleep tight, some other room
Fingers like ice, huddled and whether
It’s sort of assumed, piecing it all together
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10. |
Stalemate
04:17
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Last year today
You came here to stake your claim
Roof caving in
Blood running down my chin
Stalemate
Always
On
Birds circling the dead
Down on your own again
It gets a little hard to imagine
You staying
Gone are the days
Lives shifting out of phase
Live to forget
Myth wrote to fill the pit
Stalemate
Always
On
Birds circling the dead
Down on your own again
It gets a little hard to imagine
You staying
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Seedbed Atlanta, Georgia
A revolving-door collective project helmed by Atlanta songwriter JJ Posway
(Sloping,
Scooterbabe).
Stalemate is largely composed of performances and songwriting contributions by Michael Buice, Terence Chiyezhan, JJ Posway, Zach Spires and Anna Staddon.
seedbedband@gmail.com
jjposway@gmail.com
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