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The Dead
03:38
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When you first get up you can still be anyone
you barely even notice the moment of pure being
you remember who you are, you remember your plans
you have a reckless moment of insanity over life's relentlessness
When I am alone I expand and fill the room
I pull out with my widest zoom, there all the dead and all those yet to die
We should band together and do it while we can
sing our brains out, so hard it wakes the dead
I'll be on my way
When we wake the dead as if they'd been asleep
they'll barely even notice the moment of pure being
and when we come upon them in the middle of the street
we'll overcome our fear and see that they are none the wiser
and all the dead writers will write some pages
and all the dead betters will make their wagers
all the dead singers will sing this song
our brains are gone but we'll sing along
All the dead babies will cry and cry
so all the dead mothers will hold them tight
all the dead brothers will hug each other and say
I never loved another like I loved
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It's just when driving on a road
light comes strobing though the trees
and it blows my mind
the light gets in my eyes
then, later I say something
but without soul
it blows my mind
it's so hard to find that moment
Well maybe we should stay up all night
have a drink
keep talking
and try to really feel this
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Spent, like used up and gone
that was what he said was wrong with us
Cigarette burns on all our hands
this is not the life we had planned
All day looking into screens
all night drink away our dreams
trade our days to pay the rent
guess that's what he meant by spent
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Super Phone Calls
01:42
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On the phone I ask for you
you ask, "Hello?"
I reply, "It's me"
School got out and Annie called me saying "who do you like?"
I did not say you
We held hands
"I don't think we should go out," you said
I was in the sunlight
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Missionaria, we
02:45
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When they told us we were right
there was something really wrong
we were destined to be so much more
all the things we wanted were what we deserved
We believed the sweetest things they said
and we did whatever they wanted
I'd cut off my skin to be more like them
I'd cut off my nose, I'd cut off my hands
I'd cut off my head, I'd obey commands
I'll be more like them, I'll be more like them
I'd forsake my blood to be more like them
I'd deny my love, I'd deny my glands
I'd be like a screen, I'd be like a scan
I'll be more like them, I'll be more like them
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Smalt Mine Appleton, Wisconsin
Smalt Mine makes music: infinitely re-listenable songs with unpredictable bends. Recorded and produced at home, these are songs to take you places nostalgic, unsettling, and exciting.
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