1. |
Trudge
04:34
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Scent of tar
Sight of Tarmac
Pacific Keeps at Ease
Sitting high
So far from solace
Contempt and defiled to obscurity
Lack of all things good
Codeine dreams not understood
I can't stand this
Ennui, Atrophy
Can't change a thing when life is
Fucking wringing my neck and
I've tried a thousand times
But addiction leaves me ruined and routed
Ignore the truth
"Sleep it off you'll be cool"
Let apathy and somnolence overcome
Ennui consume me.
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2. |
Sad Boy
04:24
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Trying hard to smile
Carved in your face
An image suspended in time
Choked on laughter
Driving in silence
Reached into nothing
It's funny how you sigh when delivering good news
Sensation can't recall your belligerent short fuse
IT's how I try to hold on to you
I'm failing now it's time to try someone new
better off than we were before
better to leave things as they were
perspective shifting
internal reeling
All I ever wanted
Was to listen
All I ever wanted
Was a way out
You wasted your life
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3. |
Checkstand
02:29
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have you no idea the sound of a siren
Singing in the evening parking lot
Perambulate and smile
It's already gone, the cashier's laughing at my
Expressions are sincere
I am half in love with everybody here
I want a chance
to run by the checkstand
I want chance to change
But it's what we'd always say
Provincial conquests on the outside,
all my stories end interrupted, well
I wouldn't say, I couldn't say
I wouldn't know
I want a chance
to run by the checkstand
I want a chance to change
But it's what we'd always said
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4. |
Delta of Venus
04:49
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Walls collapse, ceiling careen and crash upon our backs, sweat and tact
Coming clean, confusing what it means to act responsibly,
Changing,
Failing,
Abandon,
Restlessly clawing from underneath these sheets, debris and empathy, forgot the pleasantries
Tunnel down, my own little well that's mine and mine as well
Shelter in the umbra try and hide but
Burden shift, slip in past sentry with a touch of bliss, wantonness
Tastelessness, petal like rose or at least I think, can't remember a thing
Excerpt from Strung LIke Puppets by Brian Strauss
"I am drunk
, crying
Begging for forgiveness.
I am tired
of digging through piles
of wrinkled clothes
My eyes feel as though they’re open,
though I’m only sleeping.
I hear a song playing,
Harmony of a woman- Lingered outward-
Cinematic quality to my implosion.
Noise flits backward- reverberates wildly
Sonic thrusts- Tapped their way through chiseled marble sound
An iconic flash of thought
It ends without."
Cold torn bed, withdrawal and gaze at ceiling still dilapidated, so inebriated
Tastelessness, petal like rose or at least I thought of it, apoplectic
Descend into catatonia,
Reaching, from the umbra
I take my first breath, all I taste is ash
And what would you expect? Everyone is changing, there's nothing pure, there's nothing sacred any
More or less, better off like this and I'm doing fine, some peace of mind
But I still miss, primal reversion of flesh and tangled mess of misery that's simply temporary, fleeting indecision, a languid condemnation seething, gone.
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5. |
Waves
03:43
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Told you my mind was open
But I never swore I wouldn't say a word
To you
Oh so outspoken, the words to page unbroken
You're destined for bigger things
You've got heart in the way you move,
But your temper's bound to get the best of you.
See, she can feel it in waves
When she makes believe.
That's not what she wants,
But I don't notice things like that.
Only in her mind
Does she rectify the time she took of mine.
But then she'd have to follow through
Just one more
But it's easier to say, than ever do
If I could be on my own
For a while I might stay
"Told you I don't know what I do"
Do you though?
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6. |
Ebola
04:11
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EBOW INSTRUMENTAL
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7. |
All Things Bad and Mean
05:57
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Mother, Father, Brothers,
So sorry for who I am
Bypass signs of progress
Just drown in reverie
Bank of roses, sight of relief
Sanctum in back of memories
Bank of roses, sight of relief
Just memories
And laborer hands are all I have
So afraid of reprimand
Don't say my name, just keep at bay, stay away
All things for those who wait
Stagnation, Toil, Defeat
Break the ground, fall to my knees
Breath deep, subtle release
Don't come close don't say my name just keep at bay
All things bad and mean
Harm and deceit
All things bad and mean
Crestfallen, broken, meek
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Of Ennui Chula Vista, California
Indigo Machado: Drums
Christian Cate: Guitar
Brian Strauss: Vocals // Guitar
Shoegaze // Doom
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