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No Vacations
05:31
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I discover things slowly,
like a dinosaur turning its head
from left to right,
like my father before me
and his father before him,
but their anger
their anger
their anger will not be mine.
I've felt this for a while
felt this for a while
losing control
This moment is a crayon.
I am five years old,
sounding out the alphabet
sounding out the alphabet
while the rain is falling from the sky
while the rain is falling from the sky.
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2. |
Light Years
01:48
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Her voice arrives,
awakening
in light years.
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3. |
Buildings
04:25
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Every day I wake into a coma
and swim into a city under water,
where buildings are climbing like glaciers-
forgetting all the tethers that adorn me-
waiting for a letter never written-
I'm breathing in the water all around me.
I run my hands through memories of black hair,
her voice arrives awakening in light years.
Her voice arrives,
awakening
in light years.
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4. |
Opportunities
02:21
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Opportunities awaiting us.
They fall like apples from the tree,
and it's not enough that I should win,
but to understand that you will fail.
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5. |
Dog Cologne
04:20
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Still my visions drag me down into the fray,
but I wouldn't have it any other way
and my love for you grows stronger by the day,
but still my visions drag me down into the fray.
Now ghosts populate my desolation.
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6. |
Deeper Sons
03:59
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We don't want rest, we want to dream
or rather to disavow
or rather to disavow.
We want to learn, we want to dream
or rather to disavow
or rather to disavow.
We squarely look into the void,
and never turn around
and never turn around
We don't want rest, we want to dream
or rather to disavow
or rather to disavow.
I am a colossus of desire
a colossus of desire.
Look behind the son
into the darker tongues of deeper thighs
Look behind the son
into the starving gulls of deeper tides
Look behind the son
into the colder air of weaker lungs
Look behind the son
into the darker eyes of deeper sons.
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7. |
A Warm Desert Wind
05:33
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Where have you been,
where have you been?
Waiting for me on the other side,
you've been out there
sitting in the sand
waiting for someone to come.
Where have you been,
where have you been?
Waiting for me on the other side,
you've been out there
sitting in the sand
waiting for someone to come.
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Mothers of Gut Los Angeles, California
Mothers of Gut are a band residing in Los Angeles. They are currently supporting the release of their new album BUILDINGS.
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