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Comfort & Reminders
02:09
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It was funny to hear you say that you feel the same way
You fantasise about the scissors in your bedroom and passing cars
So set on avoiding, and splitting, labels
Stacking chairs on top of tables
You approach the microphone and softly sing
Of a time where nothing mattered but sin
Laughing at bibles on beds in hotel rooms
Walking you home, each meeting over too soon
A constant fight between comfort and reminders
Lost weekends of love left behind us
Another extended family to forget
Another endless night that ends
A promise that there will always be a space for you in me
The plans we made for now we shelve
And so I ask myself...
If love was the death of youth
Then will I be the end of you?
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Solar
02:32
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A sea of solar panels where my youth lies
I tried understanding why landscapes were taken
The last long run where Andy never made it home in twisted steel
A manor house built in the splinter of a burned-out bungalow
The warmth of the sun
The heat of the moment
I swore I saw water roadside, a mirage
Where animals and cars collide
Cornfields keep crying out here to be leapt through
Years of love and growth reduced to playground paving
Old friends of which we never became reacquainted
It's then that I learnt that old streets are nothing
Without the people you once shared them with
It's impossible not to care
For the warmth of the sun
The heat of the moment
I swore I saw water roadside, a mirage
Where animals and cars collide
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Every Next Five Minutes
01:51
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I've set myself up for a week of bad sleep
I tire of conversation and hold out for the relief
From the people that I care about but still don't want to see
Every day a countdown preparing for when we'd meet
Next to brave the city streets
My body grows tired and my legs still feel weak
I tire of the silence and hold out for the relief
From the same old tired eyes and familiar aching feet
Every day reminded that a daily dose waits for me
To swallow my pride and settle for defeat
Now I'm ready to brave the city streets
She said "If you can only get through every next five minutes, things might just be alright"
I take note that when it comes to love there's really not much in it
So maybe I'll be alright
But I've set myself up for a week of bad sleep
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Unsent Letters
01:32
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I've found a new therapy in writing letters that I will never send
That the intended will never read
As long as you don't know it's fine by me
I find now that it's plain to see that the sleepless nights that I was turning through were enough to make me believe
that the resolve that you could give would still be there for me
How wrong could I be
I've found a new therapy in writing letters that I will never send
That the intended will never read
As long as you don't know it's fine by me
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There's so little left from the family home
Deck chairs, Summer evenings
Nothing more that you needed
Now i'm not sure what you taught her
Beyond uses for pond water in a deflated swimming pool
And how when you're asked "where have you been?" to never quite recall
So let's not shake hands and then part ways
I never wanted you to leave
Remember the times I could call through the clear day time
And sure enough, you'd be there
There's so little left for you to love
In knowing that it'll be returned
You've been waiting on a return to form
Since the sharp decline that you're recovering from
But what good use is pond water in a deflated swimming pool
When there's no one to pick you up and nobody left to call
So let's not shake hands and then part ways
I never wanted you to leave
Remember the times I could call through the clear day time
And sure enough, you'd be there
(What are you doing? Where are you going? Why are you leaving?)
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6. |
I Admit
02:25
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You tell me you're tired
I tell you i'm tired
Of all the complaining
Of all the 'just saying's
How much is enough
Do I scale it on love
Or call it when an easy day's too tough
Could I ever really mean that much?
Past the bottom of bottomless pits
I admit I wasn't ready for this
I tell you spit it out
You tell me spit it out
Start the mansplaining
Start each day with the same thing
How much is enough
Do I scale it on lust
Or call it when an easy day's too tough
Could I ever really care that much?
Past the bottom of bottomless pits
I admit I wasn't ready for this
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Kid Chameleon Sheffield, UK
Others projects past and present:
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fineokayfine.bandcamp.com
porcelainband.bandcamp.com
thetiredeyes.bandcamp.com
shortstorypicturebook.bandcamp.com
lighthauser.bandcamp.com
skinnydolphins.bandcamp.com
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