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Sleep like you know yourself
Wake like you don't.
The heart does not wonder where
You keep your throat.
You can't make me keep my tongue
Playing round like it's for keeps.
Let's be civil when it's done
And I won't need you.
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Look Back Immediately
04:11
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You found me,
I swept through the crowds in strange places,
Talking to myself on strange faces,
I felt myself strong and impressive,
But you made me feel so defenseless.
And something in me fooled the moment,
A child in a dickhead sheep's clothing,
Mistakes help you grow and ask questions,
I'd just as soon not learn that lesson.
So, darling,
The few moments I was so charming,
But you were the one that disarmed me,
A brute in a delicate moment,
Frightened by the level of
closeness. I watched the moment
You stayed. I left with my thoughts.
The moment's not over,
It won't be repeated,
You left me and cheated youself.
The moment's not over,
It won't be repeated,
So look back immediately and stop!
Brought to face,
You smile but your eyes are closed.
Can't show pain,
So that no-one knows
So that you can be left alone.
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When nothing comes,
When something comes,
Wait for something beautiful.
When someone's bait they use themselves to catch a stranger
Little Girl, Boredom feeds her.
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Teach Me To Chew
03:18
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I got you nothing for showing the ropes
You made me tie myself up and then taught me to chew.
Fate was no match for my unfulfilled hopes
I'm here trying unsuccessfully to forget you.
Swell up for something to do
Force someone into your shoes
Choose nothing just like you wanted to.
I'm not a dog you can't teach me to beg
I can't even obey voices screaming in my head.
Give you a foot and you take the whole leg
You thought I was just trying to get you into bed.
Fake it, love, you're halfway there
(It) just gets worse from here, I swear
(It) takes three days for you to even care.
Please don't forgive me it's deaf ears for days
Can't even listen enough to think of a response.
I say sorry in mysterious ways
Same way that god hears a prayer and sends another nonce.
Pay attention to the script
Conversation's verbal thrift
Pre-owned sent'ments tumble dried of shit.
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5. |
My Two Cents
03:25
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Wait 'til the penny drops,
Some people value small change,
If people paid for thoughts,
Then you would struggle for your wage.
What do you do well?!
What are you good for, anyway?!
So, kindly act your age,
And find new ways to say 'I want',
'cause in the scheme of things,
You're much more id'ot than savant.
Gets to a stage where you might hurt someone,
Some of those bastards prob'ly still eat their own young.
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The Plagiarist
03:03
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What a pleasant face
But you seem so eas'ly bored.
It's a charming place
But I feel like I've been here before.
You'll have sex with me?
But which one of us is the whore?
Please don't talk to me
I'm too lonely to have to perform.
Left me, I'm so desperate not to feel.
Leaves me, I'm so desperate not to feel.
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Glow
03:57
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If I stay secrets fail
If I'm lost I've caught my tail.
Do the rest still follow suit
When a change accepts no use.
There's a knot that grows so old
When a gut caretakes a soul.
A Makeshift glow shows its teeth
Another flame I've forgotten to keep.
If the secrets start to fail
There's a thought no ending gave.
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This space is just fine
It's got all I need for my
Experimentations with love.
I've taken frail minds
Imagined hearts like caged lives
moulded from clay, pumping blood.
You've taken what's left
What's left is taken from you
And you cannot believe your luck.
Plant me in your dirt
Watch me grow crooked
I'm a timeless object
You're just a woman.
There's sickness in me
I fear I've let it live there
It keeps watch on my weary bones.
I'll share my disease
In return for some colour
Oh darling, you have made me so so old.
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People claw back into the light to warm them-
-selves on the bitter shine of a winter sun,
And I'm no different kind than anyone.
Heap, what's this looks out from underneath
I don't know.
Neat, What's the difference you can't keep it this way
I don't know.
Stern, though the rules are not what you have learned
You can't know
I can't take the winter sun.
The bitter shine calls me.
Claw back into bitter shine, son.
Flesh, out the guts of this shame you hold so dear
Starts to show.
Clash, with the sense of self you think makes you so great
Mask gets cold.
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People claw back into the light to warm them-
-selves on the bitter shine of a winter sun,
And I'm no different kind than anyone.
Heap, what's this looks out from underneath
I don't know.
Neat, What's the difference you can't keep it this way
I don't know.
Stern, though the rules are not what you have learned
You can't know
I can't take the winter sun.
The bitter shine calls me.
Claw back into bitter shine, son.
Flesh, out the guts of this shame you hold so dear
Starts to show.
Clash, with the sense of self you think makes you so great
Mask gets cold.
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People claw back into the light to warm them-
-selves on the bitter shine of a winter sun,
And I'm no different kind than anyone.
Heap, what's this looks out from underneath
I don't know.
Neat, What's the difference you can't keep it this way
I don't know.
Stern, though the rules are not what you have learned
You can't know
I can't take the winter sun.
The bitter shine calls me.
Claw back into bitter shine, son.
Flesh, out the guts of this shame you hold so dear
Starts to show.
Clash, with the sense of self you think makes you so great
Mask gets cold.
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12. |
Holiday Song
03:32
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Holiday's come,
Without even a drop of sun.
Holiday's come,
With ought to do but wait for God.
And I'd thank God for poverty,
But the sky's poor enough.
Holiday's come,
Bet an empty gut against the odds.
Spare the rod, prayers on deaf ears fall.
Clean my God, bleach my filthy soul.
Holiday's come,
But there's no rest you only stop.
Holiday's come,
Before you work until you drop.
And the work keeps distracting me,
I'm too tired to want more.
Holiday's come,
To count the things you haven't got.
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13. |
The Unpredictable Heat
01:44
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14. |
Darkness Hum (alt)
03:36
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qHow to hold your stomach
One last little tantrum before I am sick.
I'm a little stubborn
I've not lost my temper in more than a week.
Sent away
Called away
Come away
When something calls you.
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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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