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Seasonal Compression
02:41
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I'll never open GarageBand again
Drag a file to a trashcan, every demo in the bin
Parade into a park with my friends
Fall into the flowers, plant my body in the garden
Lock me into the kick (drum)
Activate the metronome and snap it to the grid
And for every decent deed that you did
Get all up in the tide lines, the Pacific is a public ditch
Don't really care to understand compression
If you’re hiding all the bad parts then what do you got left?
Throw the flower pedals into the sunset
Get silenced by seduction or blinded by a dying light
The air is heavy and thick
Unwinding a full moon and lunar eclipse
The sky will crack open and split
Kinda dramatic, but a friend of mine said it
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Reading All the Books
03:42
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Leaning into the light
Escape my achy body in the cover of night
Burning up all the money
Free some empty space in the back of my mind
We're stepping outside
And sailing through the sky
Tonight--
If you never say anything to anybody
Never let em into your life
Never lock into anyone, never lock eyes
Overthinking everything
Reading all the books
Making up for lost time --
I slam down into the floor
Adriene arrives and she opens a door
Everyday I'm moving a bookmark
Pulling pages over habits I'm inclined to ignore
We'll always get by
What an easy way to waste a life--
If you never say anything to anybody
Never let em into your life
Never lock into anyone, never lock eyes
Overthinking everything
Reading all the books
Making up for lost time --
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Porto Song
04:02
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Elevator to the lobby
Lobby to the door
What we put inside our bodies
Tonight we ignore
Likely gonna put some more
Out the door into the midnight
Moonlit azulejo
Body next body
Far away from home
Into the plaza we fold
I don’t mind, killing time
Sailing under city lights
Wining, dining off into the sky
—to get at our lives!
Brush your hands along the tile
Your feet along the limestone
Framing up your style
In the eye of my phone
So I can take it back home
Follow the river to the water
We fall into the ocean
Don’t know what we carry
Until we let it go
Until the tide takes it home
I don’t mind, killing time
Sailing under city lights
Wining, dining off into the sky
—to get at our lives!
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Orange County Drug
03:44
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Last night I booked a flight into Santa Ana, California
Got an appointment there tomorrow
A lifetime of pressure building up behind our busted bodies
An Orange County drug down there swallow
Got pills and pesticides to neutralize the common nature
Got our Creator on Her heels
Days spent navigating ailments we'll examine later
Spun every symptom on the wheel
I know it sounds stupid but it's real--
We die, we die, we die
After we're alive, alive, alive
So lean into the light, the light, the light
Do what you gotta do to feel alright--
Back to Seattle with a silent toxin in my body
Throat chakra shocked and fast asleep
Take time to moderate my breath and drink La Croix, and I'll be
Putting my diaphram on the beat
We die, we die, we die
After we're alive, alive, alive
So lean into the light, the light, the light
Do what you gotta do to feel alright--
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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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