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Holy Haunts
03:23
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Helpless as a heart attack
Your only hope is heading back
To the spaces that you swore you’d
Never see again
9 to 5 ate you alive
Sold your soul just to survive
Holding out for the day she comes back
To hold your hand.
The will to see yourself as something more than secondary
The smokes that kill your health banished at least till February.
A ghost so holy haunts, the relics of your past proceedings
cats your only confidants, Loyal as their next feeding
That silhouette at the lake sunset
Those awful words you’d soon regret
ringing out like screaming sounds from those
filthy seabird’s mouths
Scared to death of what comes next
Little Love Letters like sacred texts
Spelling out the simple doubts about such things
You could not surmount
The will to see yourself as something more than secondary
The smokes that kill your health banished at least till February.
A ghost so holy haunts, the relics of your past proceedings
cats your only confidants, Loyal as their next feeding
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Lake Eerie
03:24
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I live my life with just one regret
my time ‘ll come soon but it ain’t come yet
so ill sit here waiting on the waves of lake eerie
to come in and wash me away
and you live your life like you wont be missed
but i swear i’ve got a list of brokenhearted boys you kissed
and they’re just waiting on the phone to ring
and you say come back to me
hold out till night
this spell of bad weather will pass us by
hold on in spite
the tyrants of this town who could eat us alive
so i took the train all the way across town
to that place they swear must be burial grounds
of my late ancestors and the wound that festers
like a curse called out from their bones
and this city speaks in terms and phrases you’ll never understand
despite you’re best efforts to and those countless lesson plans
like it is what it is or you know i gotta a guy
time passes so slowly when your waiting to die
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3. |
Mixing Metaphors
03:07
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The snow like ashes
falling from the cold Cleveland sky
from the bridges that you burned
to stay warm on winter nights
and your heart’s like the pistons
of the busted up and broken down car
out of touch and out of time
and unable to take you any
where you want to go
or to anyone you want to see.
all your hopes and dreams like those doomed kings and queens
don't amount to much it seems on the day we pay our reckoning
no amount of schemes could ever rescue
could ever set me free from my own lonesome home
your plans about as well laid
as tracks for the trains running through this town
meals go skipped just like fairs go unpaid
weather willing you will make it back around
Your eyes like the lights
That litter your living room
Flashing bright and fading out Harbingers of your
impending
Doom or whatever new
Malady, magically set upon you
all your hopes and dreams like those doomed kings and queens
don't amount to much it seems on the day we pay our reckoning
no amount of schemes could ever rescue
could ever set me free from my own lonesome home
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Dr Girlfriend PhD
03:36
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That wonderful sound of keys in the hallway
The pitter patter of footsteps at the door
That oh so familiar tone of laughter
I swear I swear i swear I’ve heard before
could it be, oh please let it be
it’s been too long since I saw you, since my tummy was touched
too long with this awful awful man who always leaves too much
I’ve been waiting oh so patiently for you to take me home
just tell me who’s been keeping your head warm while I’ve been gone
So fuck it whatever I guess it wasn’t her this time
so cool it Henry I don’t need any of your stupid mouth
The ritual it repeats over and over and over and over
so I’ll bring my bestest offering this old tore up and legless mouse
could it be, oh please let it be
it’s been too long since I saw you, since my tummy was touched
too long with this awful awful man who always leaves too much
I’ve been waiting oh so patiently for you to take me home
just tell me who’s been keeping your head warm while I’ve been gone
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Better Believe
02:30
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So you asked me why don’t you write love songs anymore / and I told you well darlin its just possibly / I want to write songs of friends and foes and the places I love the most / but every love song’s just the start of certain tragedy
And you promised me that you would sing along, if I promised to keep writin these silly songs, but i know one day I’ll run out of things to say, but when that day comes well just go (vocalizations like lalalala lalala la or badabop badadapa)
Someone told me once to shoot for the stars but keep your feet on the ground / I’m afraid I never quite understood her words / if I make to the heavens you had better believe / I’m takin every part of me when I leave this earth
And you promised me that you would sing along, if I promised to keep writin these silly songs, but i know one day I’ll run out of things to say, but when that day comes well just go (vocalizations like lalalala lalala la or badabop badadapa)
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So Long Naota Lansing, Michigan
Started with an idea that there is a revolting absence of women, queer folx and people of color making music in the punk
scene. So long Naota is a collective project based out of Lansing, Michigan.
Current contributors:
Mariette- vocals/guitar
Drb- guitar/vocals/songs
Damon- drums
Ashley- vocals
Isaac- guitar / bass
KC- bass/ghost
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