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Leveling Out
05:26
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Sitting around in the hot wet heat
All the buzzing noise in your head on repeat
Don’t wanna go to the Saturday greet
Staying up late ‘cus ya know ya can’t sleep
Just sitting, waiting for something to do
If you stay still it won’t be coming to you
I can’t tell is this the right story
I could have sworn it had way more glory
Levelling out will ease my duress
Levelling out will be thy best
I can’t recall if this will be on the test
Levelling out, ya gonna be thy best
It sounds so sweet
But the buzz repeats
You're not so deep
Now that I’ve fixed my attention
Open to the world, it should make a suggestion
Still feeling the tension
Only mental partners for a sparring session
If I could say what I mean
And define what I mean to say
I don’t think there’s a vaccine proof
Buzzing in your head’s telling the truth
Running around, away from the sound
Driving away, follows like a hound
It’s picked up the scent
The scent of recognition making all of us repent
Well does that make me a blood sucker
Or just a bit of a mother
Well I guess it’s not as deep as I thought
Deafening buzzing drowning out this mental war
It sounds so sweet
But the buzz repeats
You're not so deep
It's bittersweet
But your heart it beats
You must feel something
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2. |
Summer In Sassafras
04:47
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Gotta do it
Gotta check out
Gotta get out fast
Getting stuck in the past
There's nothin' to it
I say screw it
Gonna check out fast
I never thought it would last
So close I can taste it
Feeling nervous and weak
If I don't stand up and say this
Then my summers looking bleak
Gotta do it
Gotta check out
Gotta get out fast
Getting stuck in the past
There's nothin' to it
I say screw it
Gonna check out fast
I never thought it would last
So close I can taste it
Feeling nervous and weak
If I don't stand up and say this
Then my summers looking bleak
Chorus:
Eyes shut
I've already checked out
Eyes shut
I've checked out
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3. |
Redwood Crypt Village
06:48
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As I look back
Was that me
Was that who I used to be
And I look back
Just beyond the trees
That's my face but that's not me
My old self bleeds
The crypt supersedes
It doesn't matter to me
It used to matter to me
But I've taken what I need
And my memories
Are scattered on the path
I can use them to surpass
My old self bleeds
The crypt supersedes
The Redwood trees
Contain my memories
I'm still
Splintered by dreams
wish I could be
re-woven
My mind
clashes inside
I can't answer why
If I don't notice the time
Please pass me by
Too late for spite
Re-opened
My old self bleeds
The crypt supersedes
The Redwood trees
Contain my memories
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4. |
The Gnaw
01:27
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5. |
Escapist
04:34
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Earthquake crackle under feather steps
Tip toe quietly around the wreck
Walking on egg shells, keeping your head down
Batten down the hatch, it’s nuclear meltdown
Not long now
Not long now
Feel the shifting sands, underneath your feet
If you leave would that be considered defeat?
Can’t wait like this, move against the grain
Initiate, be a catalyst of change
Not long now
Please god now
Scratch the pressure of your day to day disguise
Another moment that you’re finding that you're asking why
Scratch the presence of your week to week denial
Another moment that the ties you’ve tied are far too tight
Scratch the pressure of your day to day disguise
Day by day
Wont keep feeling bound
Embraced the melt down
Collars like hand cuffs
No longer tied up
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Sonic Moon Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne quartet, Sonic Moon, play a genre-jumping blend of space-prog-rock with funk elements.This Space is the bands second offering and the first featuring drummer Mark Kowald.
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