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Eraser
02:21
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Enemy to memory
Brain like I’m seventy
All black out everything
I don’t give a fuck about a coffin in a cemetery
Wasted I’m a blank canvas
Game plan’s radio static
Magic I can make me vanish
My favorite is hobby: brain damage
BLACK OUT PARTY
Virus
typhoid
Wavelengths white noise
Nowhere and time void
Light’s out I’m destroyed
Plot holes that God stole
Empty headed snot nosed
Morning sore jaw bone
Drop notes on a long roads
Forgot and never got home
Sleep until the sun’s dead
Can’t unbend my fuckin end
Stay fixed to this matrix I’m plugged in
Black holes to my eyes
Eraser
Chasm ripped in time
Eraser
Canyons in my mind
Eraser
Plateaus I can’t find
Eraser
Canvas blank and white
Eraser
Chapel without lights
Eraser
Phantoms in the night
Eraser
Sand castles in the tide
Eraser
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Ants
02:21
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We speak a secret language
Naked ants in black
Lifting the weight of our existence
Defy some laws of physics
Don’t fit in with the misfits
Throwing bricks at cops
When we’re not busy kissing kittens
Chew on scrabble pieces
With stories in our feces
We’ve given up on eating
Toxic fumes is all we’re breathing
Sewing kit graffiti skin
Everything is patches
Lick each others rashes
Ration out the stashes
I knew I’m not the only one to do it
Always lonely in a group
With a train car for a stoop
It's stupid as a sunset
Our explosions are the subtlest
Now shut up and come and get your ticket to the cuddle fest
We’ll punch you and apologize
Open wounds to cauterize
Door to door we proselytize our god in is the starless nights
Lost tribes, hiding behind stop signs
Homely as a homicide
Drawing our own plot lines
If you relate to this you clearly haven’t lived it
Barricading kismet
Gate keeping you from getting in our prisons
Crime’s our only business
Give each other symptoms
I’ve designed some trauma
Buy my dead friends’ bodies on my pinterest
Between physicians, geeks or mystics
Running late's our only fitness
I think we’ve seen the future
We’re sleeping in the sewer
Wearing scars like they were medals in olympics
Laughing at the times when we were weary of the weirdness
Burying our parents
Disparage in the clearness
We swim in boiling heroin
Umbilical adrenaline
Hacking coughs on to the internet
Hoping just to hear again
Short story long we’re not new to the scene
I’ve seen some Tuesdays you wouldn’t believe
So I Houdini every show with balloons and a string
From this height they look like tiny little beautiful dweebs
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4. |
Crusty
01:11
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I could tell she listened to punk
Didn’t know she was shootin' junk
She smells like freedom funk
She says she’s in love with me
I think she laced the weed
Should’ve guessed that she had hep C
She’s my crusty girl
My crusty girl
Our first date was a dine and dash
Vegan slaw out of the trash
She kissed me there and it gave me a rash
My crusty girl
My crusty girl
First saw her when she asked for change
Shaved her head and she kept the bangs
All I know is her stupid street name
My crusty girl
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5. |
We Dig Our Own Graves
02:39
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Comes around
Goes around
Get what you
Want to find
Your face smashed
Delayed death
Slow murder
From inside
Manifests
Subconscious
The future
You design
You are part
Of our god
Finger tips
And the eyes
We sleep in the beds we make
We dig our own graves
We sleep in the beds we make
Control
Control
Control
Control
You are world
You are her
Arguments
For both sides
The victim
And victor
Finger tips
And the eyes
We sleep in the beds we make
We dig our own graves
You find what you’re looking for
You find what you’re looking for
We sleep in the beds we make
We dig our own graves
We sleep in the beds we make
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6. |
Cut Loose
02:12
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High strung and elsewhere
My Nerves shot I’m Obtuse
Sheets open up to the floor where I
Sunk through
Swallowed by now as my knots they all undo
Chew to my center and dare me to love you
End to my sentences
Silence is Titular
Pin prick penmanship signature stitched your
Quilt work Leather to liquid I’ve left earth
My cure is a poison
Your tickling Hurt hurt hurt hurt
Collapsing Synapses
Relaxingly Spastic
Jagged panic
Taxing me
Tax in me
Swallowed by knots as my quilt work is obtuse
Chew to my center and dare me hurt
High strung and Silent My Nerves shot I love you
Pin prick I’m liquid on floors where I sunk through
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7. |
One for The Road
00:49
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8. |
I Was Born With No Blood
01:41
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I was born with no blood
My nerves were all mud
In the womb I ate snow
I was born with no
I was born with no blood
My nerves were all mud
I was dead with my friends
And None of us bled
I was born with no blood
My lungs blew dust
My head has a hole
That pours out my guts
I was born with no head
My heart only set
Fed air from my throat
I was born with no
I was dead with no friends
We were there with no heads
Bled and formed with the sun
Veins with mud and no blood
No blood
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10. |
Love Song
02:14
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I love you like an airport
Love you like rolling smog
I love you like
half sleeping dreams
use barks from neighbor dog
Your love is two semi trucks side by side both driving slow
Your love is over hearing the ending to my favorite show
Your love is faulty brakes
Your love is like an earthquake
Your love is one more coffee and Im already late
Your love is threats Your love is slaps
Your love is broken glass
You love is rotten gardens molded blackened forgotten damp
Here’s my song for you
And all you put me through
Look what you made me do
Made me love you
Your love is dentist drills
Your loves forgotten bills
Your loves dead bugs and cigarette butts on my window sill
Your love is blurry pictures from a methed out facebook friend
Your loves confession emails accidentally pressing send
I love you like addiction
I love you like a cult
I love you like abrasions meeting ocean waves of salt
My song is just a pin drop
My song is ten years late
My song’s for not forgiving and forgetting not to hate
Here’s my song for you
And all you put me through
Look what you made me do
Made me love you
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11. |
Don't Kill Yourself
01:06
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Don’t try and stay positive and smile like an idiot
It’s not up to you, you got a lot of stuff to do
This too shall pass in fact in already has
Would you murder someone else for just being a loser?
Disease can manifest in logic so don’t think for a second
Your friends and family are part of your reality
It’s okay to feel bad without stepping in a bag
A permanent solution to a temporary tragedy
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12. |
How it All Begins
03:01
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I just had a breakdown
Just had a nervous breakdown
I just had a breakdown
Just had a nervous breakdown
I moved to Columbia
the summer after high school
I’d been living with a run away in the basement of my friends parents
But she moved to California
wanting to take me with her
And I’d stayed because me sister had offered me a mattress on her back porch
My childhood friend
camped on the porch with me
He was spastic but very good looking
enthusiastic but aloof
We were very in to shrooms then
so we each ate about a handful
On our first night away from our hometowns and our lovers and our beds
This house was filled with artists
They’d stacked up magazines and records
and mirrors and instruments that nobody could play
The front yard was very unusual, it was all uneven bricks and dirt
The run away I’d fallen in love with called me so we talked
She says she thinks we’re still together
I thought obviously her leaving
was us ending our romance
She’s crying and it dawns on me
she was my best friend
And now I’m stuck with some hippies that I don’t know the true me
How can you breakdown
if you were already at the bottom?
And maybe I’m only realizing I should’ve been freaking out this whole time
What if until now
I’ve been carefully lying to myself?
And any safety I feel is an illusion I should be fighting to stay in reality?
I said to my sister “I’m in hell now”
so she took me inside the front room
And collected every lamp in the house turning them on around me
It was very nice and relaxing
and I felt like I could speak again
But a looming danger was ever present and I wanted to shrink and die
Years later I’ll learn that
this is drug induced psychosis
And trauma from hallucinations triggering my first manic episode
Because god plays cruel tricks on schizo effective bi polars
Where the symptoms don’t fully express until you’re a young adult
I think I just had a breakdown
Just had a nervous breakdown
I just had a breakdown
Just had a nervous breakdown
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Kelly Betz Columbia, Missouri
Founder of No Coast | Multi Instrumentalist, Singer & Producer
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