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Destiny
01:28
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Weathervanes spinning softly under a lurid sun and we are thinking of days to come.
Destiny - right in front of me.
Gotta get that sweet honey, sorry bear!
I am certain of the fact that I won't be prepared.
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2. |
Cola Cubez
01:41
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Cola cube romance.
Cloud beneath cold feet, nostalgia so sweet.
Hand written cards, shaken apart and left overnight in the cold.
I've been looking so far back, I'm breaking my neck (and my back) bending backwards.
Pizza crust under cardboard box - we should have been overseas.
Diallelus like a whirlpool of words with mariculture so at-ease.
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3. |
W/o Me
01:43
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Eating garlic bread outta Tupperware plastic in my car.
I couldn't bring myself to lock the door for a while after you left it ajar.
Vacant.
The drives were quieter instead.
Waiting.
In case you wanted back inside.
Happy.
It's enough to know you're happy without me.
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4. |
Eight Minute Songs
02:00
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Back to the lemon tree beneath which we discussed how our lives had changed since we were sixteen.
Daisy chain crown and eight minute songs about apple juice pretense and gallery redesign.
Sonar across the sea.
Under the lemon tree.
Summers of apathy.
Stockholm in February.
Feeling copacetic, I was lucky to be there in memory.
Seldom dusted Icelandic green reliquary.
Daisy chain crown and eight minute songs about apple juice pretense and gallery redesign.
Sonar across the sea.
Under the lemon tree.
Summers of apathy.
Stockholm in February.
Gone to the library, finishing my degree.
Resultant melodies.
Fighting l'appel du vide.
Staying up studying - up until three fifteen.
Netflix on your settee, laughing at everything.
Bitter truth, Lemony Snicket and irony.
Why would you wanna be with someone so ugly as me?
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5. |
February
05:44
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When I found that music doesn't speak to me now it made sense to write it about you and, although your radio silence is justified, I couldn't tune in again even if I tried.
Steep, uneven streets.
Gothenburg down to the beach.
February 21st.
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None.
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7. |
Earl Grey
01:53
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Good my wood stacked and it's Woodstock for the first time since the nineties.
Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac's Peter Green's got the right idea if you ask me.
I love you all but I'm pretty damn sure pretty soon I'll never see you again.
It's nothing you did and it's nothing you said - I just need to start again.
Wax on my shoes tells me it's time to leave.
I'd be lying if I said I missed the nineties.
Feels like I'm stumbling.
Start a Tumblr for me and my reviews and my lofi photography.
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8. |
Time
02:43
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I feel my time is better spent scrolling through the Internet, watching shows in a bed-sheet tent while listening to Never Meant.
Dream sequence, glass pot, chamomile.
Ask me if I want to stay a while but honestly I'd rather be at home watching the first three seasons of Community.
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9. |
Salsa Co.
01:24
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Plans about the future documented and typewritten, aphoristically determined in emulsive ink.
Went to post that letter but, in the end what does it matter?
I could never get myself together.
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Salsa Co. Canterbury, UK
Twinkly, sleepy music by Joel and Dominic - Now with 100% more Liam!
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