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Turtles We Became
03:00
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From out and underneath the ground
You heard your heart eating the dirt
Like souls with pebbles in the grooves
I caught the one that made me think of you
And I'm rabid searching for some asking
Answers point themselves on the walls around me
It's my habit to bring out the bad kid
In this stone house we built and turtles we became
Can't stand it haven't even landed
Shade upon the dreams where love is abandoned
Wither in me feeling the rotgut
Turning stones for crows and gossip
Such bitter taste you went and
Left in me
Landfills where I left all my problems
Frigid eyes reflecting inner storms
It's this world I fell in love that I care for
It's the loss that I find hard to adore
The earth where I built my bridge from sticks
The songs we sang like lovers did
And I know this little place we can be alone
In this stone house we built and turtles we became
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2. |
Sweater
02:21
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Hey kid lemme teach you right
Don't touch my bottle at night
Don't touch it at the dawn of the day
It's reserved for me n'gonna stay that way
Yeah sinking like a porous stone
Drinking like the leaves falling out from my home
Oh the bottle is empty
Behind on rent but the taste is tempting
Oh and my sweater
Got stuck in the car door
Left my keys inside
At the table in the bar
Oh will I ever
Pay the bills on time
Well if I keep drinking
It'll be just fine
Yeah splittin' like a useless log
My head felt heavy and I'm all in a fog
Went down to the liquor store
Need a 750 but I bought two more
Oh and my sweater
Got stuck in the car door
Left my keys inside
At the table in the bar
Oh will I ever
Pay the bills on time
Well if I keep drinking
It'll be just fine
Well I can't help but get shitfaced when I toe the line
Maybe if I rob that bank everything will be alright
Oh and my sweater
Got stuck in the car door
Left my keys inside
At the table in the bar
Oh will I ever
Pay the bills on time
Well if I keep drinking
It'll be just fine
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3. |
My Departing
04:37
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Born of secrets and floorboard creaks
Under ash that formed to expire
Twisted kneecaps a running relapse
At swamps where a frog croaks of liars
Gnarled limbs of dead trees
Longing to embrace me
And comfort swims in stagnance of sin
As he pulls my shirt up higher
No trespassing signs line the forest side
Of rock walls built to procure
My wet shoes fill the ceramic grooves
As his aggression I must endure
The promise of some trading cards
The buds of his repugnant tongue
The craving of some attention
But it's not what I want
Oh I miss my home
Cut my wrists over every poem
Waiting to hear I'm sorry
The kingdom implored my departing
Returning faces and flakes of silent snow
Replaced speeches in passing
Hydrangeas blue from sulfur
A photo to remember for masses
Their souls inside wooden tombs
Necessity and lethargic
If I'd witnessed this iconoclastic image before
Well maybe I'd forgotten
Oh I miss my home
Cut my wrists over every poem
Waiting to hear I'm sorry
The kingdom implored my departing
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4. |
Darker Days
02:33
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I've got a fear of choking and always being wrong
All kinds of mystery for no reason at all
And I'll never look back on the nightmares I've performed
Cause they're all to sensitive assuming I'm demented yeah
Well follow my way
Through the darker days
They've not a god damn thing to lose
Except the one I love
I'm sorry dear
I've got to go
Before I can't take this, anymore
I've had a hangover for the last six months
Don't have the knack to speak unless the fear has drowned
N' I've always had an alibi for why I walk away
The same old story to explain why I didn't stay
Maybe sometime
Beyond the darker days
They'll have a god damn thing to lose
Unlike the one I love
I'm sorry dear
I've got to go
Before I can't take this, anymore
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5. |
Too Broke
03:36
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I fell in love at the market
I put her number in my pocket
I called her up but the number wasn't even real
Well that's just how it goes
Ya gotta learn not to follow your nose
I know I shouldn't but sometimes I really think that I can
But I'm too broke to get a job
N' I'm too broke to have it all
N' I'm too broke to get my way
N' I'm too broke for you
Yeah and I'm too broke for you
I came back with an empty hand
An empty hand without a home
But still I go to the bar yeah just to make it through
Each night they wanna know
Do I wanna spend it all alone
Of course not I say but without a car yeah that won't change
But I'm too broke to get a job
N' I'm too broke to have it all
N' I'm too broke to get my way
N' I'm too broke for you
Yeah and I'm too broke for you
But if I start shrugging shoulders
And finally get much older
Yeah the older I get
The more I'm in debt
Yeah the more I earn
The more I'm cursed instead
But I'm too broke to get a job
N' I'm too broke to have it all
N' I'm too broke to get my way
N' I'm too broke for you
Yeah and I'm too broke for you
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6. |
Little Lovebird
02:53
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Break me down
Come close dear
Yell in my ear
Kiss ya more dear
Sing a song
Little lovebird
Drink the wine
With the ghost here
Cyanide
Coated lipstick
To show me heart
Little lovebird
Coming up
But so far away
Not enough
But the most I can make
Thirst for life
Through our noses
Nothing to prove
But killed the roses
It's like a flick show
Little lovebird
Remove our clothes
Sit in silence
Undressed and alone
With tilted timepiece
Remain in limbo
Little lovebird
Coming up
But so far away
Not enough
But the most I can make
Coming up
But so far away
Not enough
But the most I can make
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7. |
Salt
05:09
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Overcast skies along the way
The people running down the street
Some stacks grow like tigerlilly plumes
You could hear them scream from miles away
The jackhammers had stirred the crows
The bodies are rolling in their graves
And the priest is crying, for his love is dying
Surely he thought he'd known his faith
Maybe it's nobodies fault
It's I who looked back, and turned, to salt
I never cared, no I never even dared
But it's too hard this time
When it's right before your eyes
The torn laments had brought me close to them
The drugs eased my soul and pushed it all back
The carnival sparks in the sky triggered scars in my mind
The carousel swung circles like your neck and your tie
N' I ran and I ran through aesthetic streetlights with cigarette holes in my shoes
N' I tripped as I moved on the cracks in the sidewalk filled with the reflection of you
Well I climbed the flèche of the church you so admired
N' I burned down, oh in fire
Maybe it's nobodies fault
It's I who looked back, and turned, to salt
I never cared, no I never even dared
But it's too hard this time
When it's right before your eyes
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Cigarettes and Milk Portland, Oregon
Everyone says my moniker is gross. Cigarettes and Milk is the factual and fictitious project of Waldo Przekop. Which is me. Stories of a kid who hates the system of oppression put in place by a capitalist society. Songs of my deepest internal grief and anxiety. I am emotional, almost none of my music is happy. I am a lo-fidelity musician and I am folk out of the gutter. A blueberry farmer too. ... more
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