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Not everyone has to be a permaculture gardener
We could probably use some more of them
But they don't have to be me
Some people like to hang at home and others like to wander
I guess I like the both of them
To varying degrees
Not everyone has to have a goddamn answer to the question
Don’t mean to be depressing
But I lately tend to be
If there’s a single thing you care about, you better pick it up and carry it
Or turn around and bury it
Or sink it in the sea
Flood me under water I will never get out
These roots were never made for holding the ground
Pack me into sediment, anchor me down
Or shed me into the jetstream now
The season is over and out
Not everyone has to be a fan of boarding up the nation
Or making reservations
Or just telling kids to leave
Absolutely every single thing in moderation
Or let your medication
Be the way you get to sleep
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BRICK!
01:02
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Look hey there your are, lined up for a battle
A chip off the block, pretty much a little kid
Didn’t get the war, but you sank into the saddle
Didn't care to be a hero, it’s just something that you did
You start to get the sense that nothing ever mattered
And it all pays off cause nothing ever did
You’re all just bricks colliding and deciding that
You’re all stuck together, it’s how you’re gonna live
He’s a brick and he’s falling quickly—
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Brutal Words
06:29
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If I could get up my taste once more
For things that I gave up long ago
Before a race gave way to a war
We barely see a face no more
Tripping out ways through the end of days
Wish I’d known that it’d be such a bore
I’m rolling toward a liquor store
Justin died and so shall I
Lay some brutal words on the chords
Borrowed a book about Kurt Cobain
A single song on every page
But I’m stuck on the stomach pain
CHORUS
Wide eyed fellas casting shadows on carpet
Finding rumors under rugs and in walls
Who do I know brutal enough
to mow down you all?
Don’t know what I’ve waited for
Keep a document on my desktop
A list of phone numbers to ignore
Let a curtain kill the sun once more
Got a riot on the fence
A neighbor banging on the door
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Vacaville, CA
02:54
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ME:
My brother texted yesterday, the fire had retreated
But the guy who used to trim our trees and his family didn't beat it
The valley is 100 degrees and addled by diseases
So they’re hanging home and hiding out in a place that’s safe for breathing
CHORUS
Everything we lack, will live and die behind the mask
We’ve beaten up our hearts, and they’re beating back
PHIL ELVERUM:
The other day after racist psychos beat their way through the government building
In DC I learned that my high school girlfriend had driven there with her babies
Off the rails, our lives barreling off apart in different directions
But I remember her heart, this is uncomfortable compassion
WALTER, ETC:
The CPR didn’t work, I watched him die on the beach at sunset
The biopsy came back to hurt, she’s on the next flight to Cleveland
For every action there’s an equal opposite reaction
I feed the strays and congratulate my companions on their passing
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Routine Layup Eastsound, Washington
Routine Layup is a songwriting project by Justin Cox (Polyorchids/Bad Dads) based on Orcas Island in the PNW.
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Microphones in 2020
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It's a 45-minute ride across the rain soaked Pacific Northwest, from recording studios to showings of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Unlike anything I've ever heard.
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Walter, Etc's impossibly soothing voice takes you through post-relationship reality, with equal parts doom and levity.
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the water, the stars
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I love this record about as much as I've loved any piece of music in the last 10 years. Their next record is probably just as great, but this one caught me at a moment and its place won't be usurped.
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Tell Me What You Miss The Most
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The alternative artist's latest album offers songs for reflection.
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But There's Still The Moon
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