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Cracks in the Grout
04:02
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I just wanted someone to play for, to hear me out
To watch a flower grow from cracks in the grout
To watch a flower grow
I just wanted to delight you, it hurts me when I see you down
Together we will find what we can do, we will build our own renown
Among the flowers born from dirt, rain, and soil
Among the flowers there
Up climbed the green vine, with invitation from the Light
The one we all know, and we know He knows of us
With invitation from the Light
I just wanted to delight you, it hurts me when I see you down
Together we will find what we can do, we will build our own renown
Among the flowers born from dirt, rain, and soil
Among the flowers there
I just wanted someone to thank for the good I have, the bad I have known, and all that is still to come.
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Cerulean II
02:52
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I never realized how empty this house could feel without you here
It doesn't seem like such a long time, but the calendar says it's been five years.
I never realized how fragile you have to be with the ones you love
You'll invite them all into your headspace, just to walk on eggshells from above.
I never realized just how loud the world could be without your whisper in my ears
I tried to run but I couldn't get far before I truly saw your scars.
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What Dreams Mean
03:39
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Sometimes I see you when I see myself,
I feel your gaze behind my eyes
Even though your heartbeat has been robbed
Sometimes I feel the missing parts burn me,
I feel the void reaching
Even though it's power is meaningless
And I push it all down or I cover it all up,
What else can I do?
Until it's all that I know, and all that I can think
Is that i've wronged you
Sometimes you manifest inside my dreams
It doesn't seem strange at all
So I don't give it one or two more thoughts
But upon waking not one thing has changed,
It's the strangest feeling;
To know that the night is a well practiced liar
Now I'm running around with my world out of focus,
What have I seen?
No i'm not depressed or hopeless, i'm just trying to find what these dreams mean
Your hair never turned gray
I will never see it change
And that was my favorite color when I was in those shades
And I push it all down or I cover it all up,
What else can I do?
Until it's all that I know, and all that I can think
Is that i've wronged you
Now I'm running away with my world out of focus,
What have I seen?
No i'm not depressed or hopeless, i'm just trying to find what these dreams mean
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Eviction Notice
04:26
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Under an ancient HID bulb I am standing and waiting, the night is getting cold
I am alone in this, now it's you I miss
The town I was born in, I pray I don't die here and praying is all I can do
I look at myself and I try hard not to see you
Why would I want to go home?
There's nothing there for me, i'm better off alone
There are strangers inside our house
Can't you help me get them out?
In isolation, ignorance and sin, they crept under my skin. It scarred me so deep, the things I did for the weekend.
I was not surprised, I waited for you to die, and so you went
You moved out like I did when I was a selfish kid
Why would I want to go home?
You're gone now, I would only be alone
There are strangers inside our house
Can't you help me? Why can't you help me kick them out?
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Star Guide
03:17
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In the dark, I caught a glimpse of the Light
Which hinted but could not persuade
And as the shadow softened the Light remained the same
Now I follow that light today
Consistent like a circle and nagging like an itch
Which lingers just out of your reach
The constant battle drags on, and neither side will give
But I know which side i'll pick
If dissenting opinions can rain down from above
In dates and constellations names
Why then should I fear them if it's all within your gaze?
I'll not get lost inside this maze
Who are you? How do you know exactly what to do?
Who are you? How do you get your truth from the dark side of the moon?
In the chaos of my head, I will listen for a voice
Which pushes, but not too hard
To rise above the clamor, you laid your body down
And you're always with us now
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Hypochondriac
04:12
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When you're choked up with mild death
It would seem selfish to pretend
I just can't help it if I always act the same way
When I sound like this please don't react
You know i'm trying, I really am
Just to feel better eats up all my strength
I may be overreacting but, just hear me out today
Are my requests too much to ask for?
I suppose I would agree
Something so little can add up,
Like a snowflake in an avalanche
It has been days now, still i'm buried in the same place
Where is my rescue? Where's my relief?
I wear this sickness on my sleeve
I just can't help it if I always act the same way
I know it's really not that bad, just listen to me please
I cannot keep on feeling sad, sick, or sorry for myself
I could really use your help
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Your Voice
04:11
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Simple, ritualistic; sitting here on the bedroom floor
Simple, but starting to feel sick
The same ways that I did before.
Where did the feeling go?
Is it stifled under the floorboards?
Where did the feeling go?
And why is it I don't know?
Simple, not ritualistic; sitting down and talking with you
I know that sometimes it feels like I am the only one in the room
But then your voice can soothe
And I catch a glimpse of the full truth
But then your voice can soothe,
And cut me like a sharpened tooth
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ping catastrophe Seattle, Washington
Aly tries to make honest, emotional music with gameboys, synthesizers, and guitars.
(she/her)
ping catastrophe recommends:
Mighty Social Lion
by The J. Arthur Keenes Band
This artist is the reason I kept trying to play with gameboys into my early twenties. His lyrics are witty, his delivery on-point, and his compositions masterful. This album is perfect.
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