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Schweet
03:31
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Unsure
02:36
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Still See You
02:48
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Running Around
03:12
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Goodbye
05:05
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8. |
Interlude
02:54
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9. |
The Way You Were
03:11
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I know
Logically blueprints hide in a box
Unsequestered
But physically I can’t cope
Fasting to avoid it
I don’t want a future land mine regarding involuntary choices
It’s in you anyway
That shit stains in a platter and becomes you
I’m sorry that’s the way that you were fashioned
You were made to fight the cancer
It’s been in you this whole time
I’m dreading this already
One of the things I said
You’ll know when it’s come
But then spiral on what it does to you
But it’s all in there
Isn’t it
You are gendered and dysphoric
I bet you’ll find a job that accepts you
Then you’ll get worked up and find a problem and drink until it goes away and forget it
You’ll remember jump shit
One of the things I said
You’ll know when she’s gone
But then blank on who she is to you
But it’s all in there
Isn’t it
I know
Logically blueprints hide in a box
Unsequestered
But physically I can’t take all of this
You’re watching me
I’m watching you come to terms with all of this
All of the things I’ve said
All of the things add up into one body and one head
All of the things they’ve said
Into one sort of a thing that turns into everything
You best not look too far ahead of yourself because when it comes
You will spiral on what it does to you
But it’s all in there
Isn’t it
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Hamstring
04:56
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Wiser hens always tend their pens
Never share bad crops with the government
Stripped of noise, stripped of tears
Miser hens only they pretend
Spoiled into their slots, hermit in tenement
They’ll start the noise
They will start the tears coming now
Yellow birds pet the lovely girls
Black soot up-swirls boiling up the wolves in sheep’s clothing
Stop that noise
Please stop the tears coming now
I wish that I could pull my hamstring
Pull it till it stops
I wish that I could pull my hamstring
Pull it out of sound
I wish that I could pull my hamstring
Pull it out of sound
Slam the cups away from malicious mouths
Quarantine the thoughts stuffing up their socks
Stop that noise
Please stop the tears
Stop that noise
Please stop the tears coming now
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Toast Boston, Massachusetts
Hey! We’re an indie rock band from the South Shore of Massachusetts and are built off of the amazing Mad Love Music Festival, which is an annual music festival in honor of a local musician. We have played at sell-out shows and local festivals for about four years now and love every second of it! ... more
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