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Rip Off the Bandage
01:24
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I want to hear when the wind shakes
The trees outside
And the rustling rain litters
Everything in sight
I want to hear when the tooth's pulled
From rotting gums
And the rancid spit blends with
The pooling blood
When the fields burst into flames in a brilliant blaze
And they paint the sky with all coral reef shades
I want to hear it
When the earth's core splits and the buzzing beasts hiss
And they breath every disease as the swarm closes in
I want to hear it
Please, let me hear it
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2. |
Platitudes All
04:01
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We lost balance on feeble limbs
The quicksand shifted the whole foundation
As I spiraled downward, I felt my skull crack
But somehow our silence remains intact
And it's been so long since I was prone on the bed
All riddled with guilt when told I'd extend
Now I'm outstretched with my insides exposed
Drying up as the mantel corrodes
Hanging on with the strained patience of ghosts
And I burned passions along the way
To keep this spark in some form of "sustained"
We lie like statues that cold wind blows through
Though it's not often that I fear you
It seems we're enwrapped in strange humidity
With an effect that compounds with each floorboard that squeaks
Is there something left to mock and destroy
Or has it all just flaked into void?
The weirdness now soaked into each bearing point
What I thought was mundane
Isn't really that daunting
With all these layers of slate
We've left ragged and spotty
So we'll exist in boxes
As memories collect dust
And we'll live as roommates
Powered through engines of mistrust
If we shamble around unprovoked for words
Well there's no real wonder why we don't feel heard
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I penned the past
A distant laugh
An etching that erodes
With each closing window
Silencing the breeze
That carelessly carries
Any chatter that is piqued
From an observing gallery
I brushed her face
And parted ways
But the breath that was sung
Could be stowed, tightly clung
To the organs in my chest
And there's no real way to guess
If I became what I detest
Poisoned with the lousiness
So in the dark
I buzzed with alarm
Knowing each second dropped
Could curse the wary bomb
To obliterate the scape
And level everything I've made
All the scraps would be erased
Before the colors start to fade
And then I'd have to realize
With a shrinking glimmer in my eyes
That sacred day will arrive
And I'd ask they burn their suits and ties
And as my body's ripped to strands
I'll compress and expand
My structure will collapse
As I give way to idle hands
But that is surely not the plan
While I can bring myself to stand
So if that vague
Inscription stays
I want the text to reflect
A warmth and will for every guest
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4. |
Nostalgia
02:35
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Of winter wasted on my deathbed
Sheets all wrinkled like the mountains
I had just fled
I torched the footpaths and defaced safe rocks,
Shook off the rubble, and scraped my hands of
All the moss
So if I need to know
We'll dig up the stitches so delicately sewn
So long, long ago
And as your magma breaches up toward the surface
It will accentuate the stains
That time's tried to wash away
Through unseen bedlam I sprawled like plague cells
Hid under burrows and moved in shapes
No longer held
Now in winter wasteland I'm left unfrozen
My blood is fluid and circulates this shell
Still growing
But if you need to know
It's resided directly left of the foreground
And hums as static sound
If this fails to re-bridge, we'll fall on the fact
That with time all wounds will heal
With time all scars reseal
In time it's all revealed
In time
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Free-form:
I could phase through these walls if I willed it
And go to exist in brand new space
Free hands:
I can finally grab the edge of the windowsill
To hoist myself up and burst through the frame
But when I land the map will look faint and muddied
Tongue-tied and landlocked I won't know which
Direction I should start running
So I will walk without scraped knees
Back down the hill as I savor the breeze
Because where there's calm there must be storm
And I'm addicted to this prophetic warm
Still absorbed
Pretend:
I can be dismantled at every joint
And be rebuilt to fit in cleaner lines
Perform:
Acts of bravado and resilience
On an open stage under bitter lights
But I'm not prepared to face that valley of blinking
Head hung and eyes closed I'm made to wonder
"What hell am I thinking?"
So I will wait in the parking lot
Passenger side as I shiver and cough
And flood my mouth with slimy gunk
And vile projections of what it's like to be young
I am young for just this once
And I am haunted by my unpilfered blood
But with pin-pricks I will slowly drain
And I will welcome the impending rain
And I'll stay
And wade
In a pool
Of "anyway"
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6. |
Wander, Lost
01:34
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Let my soul wander on
After I shed the carnal fog
I'll explore every passageway
And map out every street history paves
Let my soul wander on
My cloud of apparent thought
Will inhabit new extremities
And dictate the bank of dreams yet to be seen
But I harp on half hopes
On which I cannot rely
There's nothing I'll fully know
Until darkness engulfs my whole sky
But I will hold on to every remnant
When I'm found on the other side of the sequence
Let my soul wander on
(Let my soul go on)
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7. |
Timid Creature
03:46
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From scriptured folklore I emerge
Adorned in closed roads and cloaked in falling fur
Corner bound, I lurk and loom
And peer out from my habitat of solitude
So rally your mobs with torches and spears
And I’ll beam out directions so you can all find me here
Tie me down to a hospital bed
And with pleasure and pride you’ll divulge what's under my flesh
As you vivisect me
You will see
Your final findings
Are a bit bored
So I will not be lured toward that couch
Where I’ll sink in and you'll tear the fear right out my mouth
If you do want to see my whole mind
The unspooling of my skull will probably sound something like:
[#############]
Maybe I’ll imbue some more dissonance
But I feel you’re clever enough to get the hint
If I scatter my spit as you collect the drops
When the vial's full you’ll quietly ask me to stop
As you insurrect me
You will see
All I am saying
Is really nothing you’d want to write home about
So scribble out your notes
And forget what you scrawled down
It’s all counterfeit experience
Painted upon flimsy beige bricks
Is this really something you think you’d miss?
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8. |
A Note to My Choir
02:07
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I'm not different
You're just reverent
We'll take these pieces
To those that need them
We'll dress them with scarlet lace
Picture them evaporating
(Do you know home?
Do you feel close?
Have you known peace?
Have you known anything?)
You are singing
To the sleeping
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9. |
The Saguaro Thief
03:43
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I was a genesis, a spark!
That was struck in a landslide
With a barrage of pure gravity on all sides
And I’ll keep tumbling down with all of my terrestrial brothers
So where they go I think I will follow
Then I nestled in the shade
Incubated by the foliage
Left to fend with my own possession of "loneliness"
My lineage of roots trace the ground far beneath me
So where they I guess I will follow
Into the night still warm
With Arizona sun
We trespass tip-toed before it’s safe to run
Over the rocky sea
And rolling dunes of sand
Only the moon illuminates our plan
But I hope we see ourselves by the morning
I felt a wilderness in my limbs
Flowing like electricity
My blood speckled with drops of instinct
My viscera adheres to some invisible instruction
So where they go I think I'll have to follow
And the dusk overhead’s dissipating to its gradient
The horizon eating each beacon of radiance
The mountains and the clouds are being all ripped asunder
So wherever they go I'll have no choice but to follow
Gentle and steadfast
Our ancient giant stands
I approach with a pocket knife in hand
And I plunge the blade
Deep under the skin
To extract a needle that will form a full reflection
And we’ll see for ourselves in the morning
If those arms are capable of holding
The weight of our vessels in tomorrow
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cookie meat Ypsilanti, Michigan
cookie meat is a chill diy emo duo originally from north ogden, ut; but is now based in ypsilanti, mi and is ready to rock out whenever we can get the chance! 🙌 👍
cookie meat recommends:
this album fuckin slaps and more people should listen to it
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Tomorrow Is Nearly Yesterday And Everyday Is Stupid
by Crywank
insanely good acoustic album and probably influence of mine
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