1. |
Inadequate Start
03:01
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She'd left some time
I wasn't paying mind
She tried to warn
I tried to fix her bruised form
She kept her past
I saw her through her plate glass
I saw a life
She saw nothing she could...
Like painting scars on wet card
Pain's an inadequate start
I made some plans
Built myself powerful hands
She watched me change
She changed at least three times a day
Life took a tole
I felt I'd lost control
Her days were nights
Suddenly everything was...
Like painting scars on wet card
These crap metaphors are
Like painting scars on wet card
Pain's an inadequate start
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2. |
Foul Mouth
03:36
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Some of the reasons aren't my own
For me to take the steps to notice you're alone.
Some of the words I used were cruel
But my intention was so much worse than you'll
Ever know
You've gotta break me of my harm
You've gotta rid me of my foul mouth, yeah.
You've gotta force my meagre charms
You've gotta rid me of my foul mouth, yeah.
Once I have buried my old ways
I'll be an empty shell of only my good days
Nothing else.
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3. |
Boredom Feeds Her
03:46
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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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4. |
Good Grief
02:47
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I don't want to be the best at giving up, now.
I don't want to feel so sick 'bout what's to come, now.
Tell me,
Every-
thing is going to be alright.
I won't,
Believe you,
But I'll still appreciate the lie.
I don't want to feel I'm working toward nothing.
I don't want to feel so sick 'bout what's not coming.
Tell me,
Every-
thing will work out in the end.
I won't,
Believe you,
But, at least, I'll know I've got a friend.
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5. |
Thrown
04:10
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I can't get up because my back is sore
I count my breaths 'til I can't count no more.
I can't seem to remember ought but pain
I hate the taste of saying my own name.
The thrown don't recognise the fall.
Please don't let me get thrown
Might not come back this time
Never know when it's come
Until again I feel fine.
In my mouth all bread seems to go stale
I plan on noth'n an' even at that I fail.
I'm sure I'm being punished for my crimes
The rap sheet's plean'tries, my sins fall between the lines.
The thrown don't recognise the fall.
Please don't let me get thrown
Might not come back this time
Never know when it's come
Until again I feel fine.
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6. |
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Why so much messing with your faith?
God returns my message when I pray for nothing.
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7. |
One Blind Rattle
02:00
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8. |
You've Made Me Older
04:26
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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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9. |
Bitter Shine
04:30
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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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10. |
Rotten Song
04:05
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Just let the lice loose I've no lust
To scratch or to pick at the bite marks
Just take the limb
It serves me no whims
And I'm tired, so tired.
Make my excuses and get out
The rings round my eyes are from gut rot
The body has failed
I stim and I flail
Scorch enjoys no fire.
Dying to spread decay, but my rot's taking too long
Keep all your patient acknowledgements
I have no need for your sympathy
I've caged a soul
It's mine to control
And I can't even do that!
Have all the tastelessness I have yet
To fully embrace I'd sooner forget
My body's so
Pathetic it knows
Not the diet I've planned to regret.
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Pity him,
Ties himself to abstract points of view.
Pity him,
Seems to know not what he wants to do.
Shakes his fist,
For all the good the action seems to do.
Shakes his fist,
At the sky that traded grey for blue.
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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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