1. |
Whatever Happens
02:03
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Aggression is a neat device
To shelter someone from their own life.
I want to want whatever happens to happen.
You tell me I'm not living right
But never tell me what that might look like.
I want to want whatever happens to happen.
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2. |
Allowed to Sleep
03:12
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Waste time falling out
Waste time falling out.
Another head for another mouth
Another head for another mouth.
Not allowed to taste another.
(Sleeping calls, not allowed)
Make time before you start
Make time before you start.
Another whole for another part
Another whole for another part.
It's getting late, I'm stifling my yawns
A night of sleep's like a reward.
When all reaction's outweighed by rewards
I'll never see another dawn.
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3. |
Already Gone
04:39
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Every burn has heat to blame it on
Every coward has something to run from.
Born again but make no fresh mistakes
All first success eventually unmade.
Please don't let me stop
Stopping lets in all the tiny, petty thoughts
Like, 'letting go was something I forgot'.
Please don't let me start
Starting leads to talk too much, and laugh too hard, and maudlin times
And stop it, I'm so tired.
Send me fighting out into the cold
All this rotten comfort just gets old.
Happy when the dire accelerates
Moves and shakes and makes these dirty breaks.
Every heart's electric and pumping blood
Every mind's aesthetic, the seat of love.
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4. |
Love is Such a Chore
01:54
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I'm just so sick of being bored
That's just a sentence like, 'I was better off before'.
I sleep alone because I snore
That's just a made-up truth, because love is such a chore.
Send someone, send them back
Worse off than the day we met.
I keep these hostages for sport
I wanna hurt the world, I feel I am owed much more.
And someone else can keep the score
Another game to lose I forgot I signed up for.
I was hoping to make things so much better
All I did was make things worse.
I just can't give away this stuff
A stark reminder that I will never have enough.
And someone else can tidy up
I make the mess then I pretend I don't give a fuck.
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5. |
The Green Rider
03:19
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Ain't no sand on these wastes
But green can often seem just as lonely
Cradles isolation all of its own.
I don't tire of this place
I just tire of my place within it
I was never meant to call it my home.
I'm on the outside looking out across the plains
I'm taking steps to make a meaning for my name
So many stories but the heroes aren't the same.
I've known getting my way
But I've a terrible sense of direction
Comfort numbs while danger rattles your bones.
Sick of staying awake
Another slave longs for stimulation
Never learned to be content on his own.
I'm on a changing diet of fat and lack of sleep
I'm quickly running out of secrets I can't keep
I love the thought I might be getting in too deep.
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6. |
Noah's Boat
04:20
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Jetsom weighed me down,
Flotsam buoyed me up.
Never marinade,
Nearly long enough.
And felt right as rain,
That continued falling,
We brought on this flood,
Noah's boat was never calling.
It felt right to look,
For meaning above,
So we wrote a book,
And fell out of love.
Now the words that float,
Empty and appalling,
Are just thought debree,
Noah's boat was never calling.
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Here's a little shame I brought
Just in case we might run out or everyone feels good enough.
Here's a most unpleasant thought
What if we embraced our daydreams, filled each other up with love?
You have hope?
It's a little late for that
Don't you think you should give up?
Passify and just get fat.
What a messy thing to think
Hope's foundation for destruction, hope can drive a man to drink
What a lovely private joke
They go swallow up the fodder, make them laugh until they choke.
Nobody told me
Cus nobody wants me to know.
Became a true believer
That was my first mistake
If I am such a dreamer
Why do you keep me awake?
Seems that all the fruits of labour I crave
Are carved into my cross
Feels like I am just a few days away
From all the pain you caused.
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8. |
Spreading My Wares
06:05
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Don't make me sick,
That's wasting cells I can't spare.
Snort, gag and spit,
Less painf'lly spreading my wares.
Lovers in spring,
With'ring to winter's affair.
The end is the thing,
Spinning its life lies in pairs.
Unwitting catalyst of my own scorn.
You've a new skin,
While I've been growing so wild.
We share our sins,
I'm still unwilling to smile.
Youth's good for lust,
Greedy for flesh for a while.
Pride in your husk,
Meat that turns putrid and vile.
Everyone is so concerned with their own wants,
Routinely exchanging convenient lies.
Wading through the fleshy swamp of their gasps and grunts,
I got screwed but I don't know why.
Lovers in spring,
Leaving their habits aside.
Finding something,
They thought they never would find.
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9. |
Come Get You
04:05
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Pleasure wants me to beg
But I won't beg for some good reason.
Someone I love's awake while I'm asleep.
Every little mistake
Ebbs in like tides at changing season.
I never said I could take it but I did.
What if you don't come back?
I'd come get you.
What if I don't come back?
That's good too.
What if you don't want that?
I'll wait for you.
Sometimes 'wait' is all that I can do.
Another crisis of faith
Love was not my first intention.
Every sad destination wasn't ours.
Sick and tired of this place
Shared a sentence, lost invention.
Fools in love try to navigate by stars.
What if we have had our
Time together?
What if I don't care if that is true?
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10. |
Stain Bears Fruit
05:19
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Baby, I'm not sentimental
Growing old but feeling young, stained my bed
Now I must lie in it without you.
But the stain bears fruit and bruises it too.
Lying here among my nightmares
Some of them are warm but that's small comfort
While I cradle the hurt that's gone stale.
And a warm body is still all I crave.
Sleep as if nothing's changed
Sleep is your last escape.
Sleep though your dreams are sad
Sleep and hope this won't last.
Baby, I welcome suggestions
What do you think I should do? Count to ten
Practice biting down then just bear through?
But a grin betrays a heart-broken fool.
Only the restless can stand it
One by one dozen per lover's enough
Avoid blossoming love and move on.
But they notice when everyone's gone.
What is it that you want me to say? I was wrong?
Well, I gave you the last of my shame, girl,
And now it's gone.
Baby, I know where to find you
In all the malice we cannot forget
Life was ruined and yet, you moved on.
But I feel more lost now that you're gone.
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GRIM17 Derry, UK
I’m GRIM17, like my sixteen forefathers before me. I thought I was hot shit a while back, with written accolades and
TV/radio appearances. Those very early stages of a "career" seemed like a great time to take a half decade break.
I say "break"; it was mostly depression and substance abuse.
I'm back with LOADS of music over the last few years now, though!
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