1. |
Stress Gum
02:16
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Runner’s high
Tripped instead
Out of reach with a bold reaction
Start in flight
Systems check
Kind of feels like a known direction
Don't act and stop things for us
Time out to keep some
Goes bad from all the tourists
Time out to keep some
Look around
In our shed
Feel at ease with our warm attention
Cut it twice
The scar’s like lead
Take more than a dull incision
Go back and forth between spots
I’m out of stress gum
Turn back when you tip toe towards it
I’m out of stress gum
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2. |
Warm Blanket
02:38
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Taste, slurps are seated well
All soft skinned
Sense the warming from cold
I don’t need your fallout
A warm blanket
I just need some comfort
A warm blanket
Fell after the warm spin
Small sick bend
Ache, got the little shakes now
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3. |
Slow and Tired
03:08
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Crawling out, went from sore to aching
Talk it out as we stir the life in
Slow and tired
Heading out just as soon as I can
Slow and tired
Small things lost to the stumble back man
Small things found with the worried chalk hands
Slow and tired
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4. |
Four Arm Tilt
03:24
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Sitting still again
Four arm tilt
Stagnant water pain
Four arm tilt
Slides won’t kill you
(But it’s your) own decision
I’m not trying to sell you
Time don’t feel right
Stored while still young
Nothing left to move to
Scratch the wooden gate
Four arm tilt
See our carved in names
Four arm tilt
Iced up byways
Cold and futile
The winter months to wait through
Eyes down the long miles
Hushed in lost sound
Not a lot to tell you
Exhausted
Down is the state of the mind
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5. |
Curtsy Seizure
02:20
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Back in the well
To its surprise
A broken shard
Fell back inside
Go on
Drink it down
It scratches walls
It stirs and grinds
Pollutes the source
With rust and bile
At the bottom it’s scraping while you keep pacing
Raise your finger, no one sees it
The heavy drink weighs down your defense
Head hangs low in your formal greetings
Small fish feeling, drinking the dark sea
All the thoughts hurt
Curtsy seizure
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6. |
Eight-ch
02:07
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7. |
Dilation
02:50
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Start to run
Start to run from
A place that stinks of indulgence
Tight hold
Not a war
Not a question
A gentle pause to break down
Tight hold
Something more
Something more than
It’s best not to overthink it
Tight hold
From before
From before then
When things were vast and sober
Tight hold
Dilation
Captive force
Captive force-fed
All wrapped with wire like cobras
Tight hold
Got control
Got direction
The voice that drinks like warm milk
Tight hold
Dilation
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8. |
Scroll On
02:58
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Look at all the cards and throw them
Some stay for moments
Most go unnoticed
A new deck arises slowly
But quick enough for reaching
And quick enough for leaving
Sit down with one in focus
A smudge marks it broken
Interest gone, it’s over
More waiting, shiny, soft lit
Turn fast to place them
Go back to stage one
Scroll on
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9. |
The Drinking Bird
03:08
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Fall into the deep dementia
Drifting waking thought away
Walking forward with legs turned backward
The body knows the right of way
Passing by, avoiding eyes
Gripping stories will pull the interest
Stuck inside the bobble head
The method actor gets lost in motion
Chasing, escaping, a rodeo
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10. |
Belly Dive
01:48
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Cubber San Francisco, California
Swerving between gritty post-punk and ‘90s era indie rock sounds, Cubber is a new trio from the San Francisco Bay
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Members: Jon Bush: Drums - Judgement Day, Water Into Blood Craig Eastman: Bass - Hurry Up Shotgun Greenlight the Bombers Paul Warner: Guitar, Vocals - The Gary, We'll Go Machete, Greenlight the Bombers
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