1. |
Husk
03:14
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I can lead you astray,
Straight to hell if you like,
Give me a big black box and I can open your eyes,
Are we keeping it real? Are we keeping it tight?
Are we all just victims of our infinite lives?
Not passing away; just passing through.
25 for me, and 24 for you.
And as we reel them in
And take a knife to the skin
Wrapped in plastic and dead
Another voice in my
I can take it apart.
I can keep it clean.
I don't know what you're saying.
So I'll just say what you mean.
I can hold you close. I can hold you tight.
Are we all just victims of our infinite lives?
You can keep everything you want, forever.
Let it go.
Take it back, take it slow, oh well.
No.
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2. |
Razor
02:08
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We're all friends here.
Accept no names.
We'll if we're friends now - I can eat your face!
I'm so precious.
BABY, you're so vain.
You get over you, and you, and you.
Go hide in the bushes.
Baby, take my place.
Oh what have I become?
It's the same, it's the same, oh! What's in a name?
It's a sayin', it's a sayin', oh! What's in a name!
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3. |
Tomorrow
02:20
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And we wait, until the sun falls to the trees.
And burn, burn, and burn, burn.
Yeah you wait, for the time, until we all fall to our knees.
Just turn, it off: just turn, me off.
For tomorrow: make no make, we can't wait.
Sitting here, looking dead.
BLOCKING OFF, FROM YOUR HEAD, it's just they.
People won't, wait for you.
Take no chance, on two.
For tomorrow.
What's all this falling apart?
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4. |
Fiendish
02:45
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Michael stipe.
With the blue around the eyes.
And I'd play 'At My Most Beautiful' until I start to cry.
Rumour is hot.
One day, he'll stop the rot.
And these frozen lines that hang in place, and hang for days.
Guess I'm sleeping on the sofa AH-GAIN
How do perverts escape?
These illustrious shapes.
Watch with desperate hands.
For your literal plans.
I try, turn off, I try.
If you're really asking then we're doing fine.
When I was a cub.
Hanging out I didn't think enough.
And I walk this city all day long, this city sucks.
EURGH, LOVE, twisted up my hair and aged me 'bout 20 years.
I scream. You scream. And he's only 'bout 17.
If you're really asking then we're doing fine,
If you're really hiding then I'll stay here blind,
Get yourself some caffeine.
Woo.
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5. |
Fill Your Boots
04:12
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It's keeping me awake.
How much do you make?
I'll pay my debt,
You lose your head!
With no sleep, no peace, no dreams.
And I feel, the moment pass me by.
And I can't sleep, and Lord knows I tried.
It's just little me, a pleasure built on sight.
My lover's gin, is just glass and ice.
You'll never leave me alone!
This house, you built is not your home.
I'll take a breath.
To breathe, to leave, a mouth full of teeth, a glorious down-sized tradition
NO.
I did it for so long
And still I didn't know.
And I did it for so long, I got nothing to show.
All these salaries,
They don't make no sense.
I can't measure my happiness,
In pounds or friends.
So much for your resolutions,
They don't mean a thing.
I won't watch you slit your wrists or start to sink.
So much for your resolutions, they don't mean a fucking thing.
I won't watch you slit your wrists.
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6. |
We All Know Why & Who
02:48
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Send out another wavelength
Let's look away
Hours of meaningless sentence
Free from delay
But you, look in the eyes
Of anguish in disguise
But you, shaking away
Will shoot off in
Waking a new moral saviour; shades of decay
It's repetition that draws me in, wasting a day
But you, burning my eyes
With anguish in disguise
But you, whispers again
Well I've been writing
It's all the same; the cycle repeats and the skin has a name
Terribly fragile, away from the tame
Sleeping (Look at you laying)
Down on (All of your problems)
Crashing (Like a new wave of)
Loathing (All of your anxious)
Gazes (Covered your name in)
Roses (it's all a part of the)
Anguish, sleeping and bleeding on pavement
I can feel
Sea change
Talking in similar wavelengths
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7. |
Alice
03:04
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So me and the sea and the dance in between
Daring it's mouth and it's mouthful of me
To meet
Cycling round on an end-er-less feat
Blurring the lines that I'm anxious to be
I promise I'm silent, is it over me?
Oh, smooth move, sing me to sleep
Rock me away in the arms of the deep
I'll promise I'm silent, is it over me?
And now I can see the angels I seek
They've been waiting for us to finally to meet
A mixture of watery heathens in heat
Darkened by citrus and bruised on her leaves
Winter is following up on it's treat
And week, by week, by week, by week, by week
So me and the sea and the dance in between
It tapped on my skull and said "Listen to Me"
"Stop wasting your time give yourself up for free"
I found my composure it leaves so green
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8. |
Loose Fruits Part I
03:10
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Paint my face, in menstrual red
Wear my hair like a rag
A flight risk, if ever I saw one,
I'll see you round the back
I like my colours with a stain of black
Constant stream of panic attack
Mental illness is a serious drag
Depression's just a bore
Anxiety is constant, constant
And still I'm out for more
Officially no risk or cause
The line went dead, now he's gone north
Paint my face in menstrual red
My baby's giving birth
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9. |
Loose Fruits Part II
04:14
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You'll never catch me, I'm flying overseas I can't return
You'll never find me, I'm going back to pieces, back to birth
My baby left me, and gave me, healthy, room to breathe
People don't love me, hate me, keep me, bereaved
My baby, open your heart and enjoy
My darling, open your heart and enjoy, oh god,
I guess you won't
It's getting colder, you're older, but I'm still here
My face is acne, my children, are growing auburn hair
Pick up prophylactics, and hope it, won't end too soon
Codeine and converse, I'm flying, to the moon
My baby, open your heart and enjoy
My love, open your heart and enjoy, oh god,
Well fuck you then.
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10. |
Loose Fruits Part III
03:42
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Little red balloon, sliding down your eye
Keep you warm and healthy; yeah, right.
Little red balloon, sliding down your nerve
Feel that pain in your stomach? That's hurt.
Keep your warm and healthy,
Not sombre and pretty
They say they can't help you?
They're wrong
So wrong
xo
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Goldblume Cambridge, UK
Cambridge-based, many-genre rock music.
New Album, 'Sleep On Your Side', out 2nd September 2022 on Aaahh!!! Real Records.
Goldblume recommends:
Last Building Burning
by Cloud Nothings
This album is insistent, and loud, and full of draining emotion in the best possible way. - J
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