1. |
Strange Lurker
02:40
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Hiding upendeed,
Stitching rivets into skin.
Cowering bandaged,
Strange lurker
As an appendage
Pick at the binding til it’s torn apart,
Put back together with a metal heart.
My eyes are heavy, my knees are weak,
And no-one listens to me when I speak.
This structure holds no weight.
This structure holds no weight.
Just imagine that you’re someone else.
This is happening to someone else.
Just imagine that you’re someone else.
This is happening
Body abandoned,
Pull barbed bristles out of skin.
Hardening outward,
Strange lurker
As an appendage
My blank impressions swallowed in the dark.
String pullers, little wind up oligarchs.
They’re sitting pretty, they’re unafraid.
Us dismal creatures have all gone unmade.
This structure holds no weight.
This structure holds no weight.
Just imagine that you’re someone else.
This is happening to someone else.
Just imagine that you’re someone else.
This is happening
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2. |
Some Vessel
01:53
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First ones approaching,
Gliding up to the wreckage.
Some icy remnant,
Even older.
Some vessel balanced in the snow.
Concrete survivors
Melt down their agitators,
Bury the banshees in their hole.
Kill the pretenders,
Cut up their little bodies,
Mark down new patterns on the shore.
Don’t fall for what you wanna hear.
Don’t trust the canny kitties.
Don’t bother acting out of fear.
Tear down your flashing city.
Be my face re-arranger,
Fuck me up cuz I deserve it.
Some vessel sinking in
To pitch black waters almost frozen.
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3. |
Hangnail
03:19
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Before this moment splits apart
I want to take you in my arms
Reaching for some foundation
It’s just infatuation
Try to unwind myself
I’m freaking out I need your help.
My plans are disappearing
I hate that I’m so needy.
Hangnail hangnail, something you forgot.
Hangnail hangnail, take it all take it all.
I forgot
Oh well, oh well
Searching on your sofa
All alone now, all alone.
Spitting out the summer,
I should have known,
I should have
Until my fingers start to bleed,
Until around becomes between,
I’m stuck on something simple.
I know it’s just an impulse.
Hangnail hangnail, something you forgot.
Hangnail hangnail, take it all take it all.
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4. |
Temple / Bus Stop
02:37
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Cold marble blossoming,
Screaming hostility,
This must be entropy or something.
Wait til I fall asleep,
My drone still beckoning,
I think I lost my keys again.
Temple
Bus stop
Come on and sink with me,
Feel what we’re summoning,
Take off those silver rings now.
Don’t ask me questions please,
All paths are at my feet,
I’ll miss the bus in peace tonight.
Temple
Bus Stop
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5. |
Variety Jones
02:26
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Fault lines,
Cut lines,
Wait times.
I’m your favourite loser
I was singing in the dark.
Sunshine,
I stay
Inside.
Give me something that’s mine.
I was singing in the dark.
Pressure building right behind my eyes.
Unfocused
Black nails, entangled extras.
Full tension, board it up.
Cold hands like you’re a weapon.
Then notice
What flows in your direction.
barbed wire cut it up.
Stuck in the intersection.
I was singing in the dark
I was dancing in my room all night.
All I ask is all you’ve got.
Fault lines,
Cut lines,
Wait times.
I’m your favourite loser
Blank patience,
An understated absence.
I’d rather go to sleep.
I’d rather get arrested
Start over.
Start once you’re really ready.
I’m feeling underfed,
Feel sick like something’s ending.
I was singing in the dark
I was dancing in my room all night.
All I ask is all you’ve got.
Cave in your morning,
Collapsing corners.
Keep it all orderly,
Keep it formal.
I was singing in the dark.
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6. |
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00:36
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7. |
Days of Glass
05:14
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Days of glass slip into night.
Vacant stares, I can’t decide
Who’s with me and who’s behind.
Waiting on the other side.
I’ll wash my shaking hands.
Watch as edges all expand.
Change of the guard, complete command.
Slowly slipping through the cracks.
I can watch it through the glass I guess.
Days of glass splash patterns out.
Taste the blood that’s in your mouth.
Try to place that silver sound.
Waiting on the other side.
Soon I’ll want for nothing more.
After all who’s keeping score.
Find me lying on the floor,
Slowly slipping through the cracks
I can watch it through the glass I guess
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8. |
Losing Contact
03:02
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Losing contact.
Cut down but still intact.
I try to trust myself but I’ve always felt wrong
We make contact
Behind the laundromat
I try to trust my friends but all my friends are gone
Asking only
Where all the lights are leading.
Shattering like glass
We pass the night devoid of any real feeling.
And I’m so burned out.
But you’re better now.
Follow the sirens,
Chanting your name in their anaemic drone.
Hit the soundtrack,
Here come those diplomats.
I don’t trust anyone to fix what’s going wrong.
Asking only
Where all the lights are leading.
Shattering like glass
We pass the night devoid of any real feeling.
And I’m so burned out.
But you’re better now.
Follow the sirens,
Chanting your name in their anaemic drone.
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9. |
Drowning Flower's Pot
03:01
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All good sense aside,
Hiding what you find,
I get it
Hear me out.
There she goes
Shaking like a tragedy.
Pouring out my drowning flowers pot
Everyday.
Practicing goodbyes
Always seems so sad.
I guess that shows my hand.
Who’s to say how easy letting go can be?
Pouring out my drowning flower’s pot
Everyday.
God it feels so good to be alive!
It’s raining every day in LA.
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10. |
Dumb Box
01:43
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Will you die defending luxury
You’ll never get to hold?
Never get to hold,
Never get to hold unwelcome.
I saw you stumble at 7th and metro.
Right to be afraid.
Right to be afraid.
Blood spilled, blood spilled,
Spilled for the dumb box
Will you die defending luxury
You’ll never get to hold?
I saw you stumble at at 7th and metro.
Right to be afraid.
Right to be afraid.
Blood spilled, blood spilled,
Spilled for the dumb box.
Blood spilled, blood spilled,
Spilled for the dumb box
Armed response
Right to be afraid.
Afraid.
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11. |
Found Camera
04:19
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Found under shade.
Lens has decayed.
Photo delayed,
Im feeling frayed.
Flat interstate
Heads either way.
Warps in the haze.
Found camera waits,
Found camera takes,
Photos of days
You’d rather shake.
Found camera waits,
Found camera takes,
Photos of days
You’d rather shake
Flat field of rain
Appears down range.
Warps in the haze.
Found camera waits,
Found camera takes,
Photos of days
You’d rather shake.
Found camera waits,
Found camera takes,
Photos of days
You’d rather shake
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12. |
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01:19
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Force Model Los Angeles, California
Edie - gtr/vox
Ken - drums
Maxwell - bass
Punx in hellworld
Los Angeles, CA
contact: forcemodelband@gmail.com
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