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Firstborn
02:39
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I Sold your firstborn
For what I thought was mine
I'll let the last thing it sees
a photo of a life greater than it's own
And am I truly to blame
When my heart was necrotized
the way my eyes see through your head
tin cans scraping the surface of your blood swelled flesh
It's a shame i'm gonna take that smile away
For a most sacred brick wall collage
I want to feel your pulse grow faster
And make your beat out of sync from mine
Nobody has to write it down in history, you can't remember your own
What you feel is news to me , we're what we were made to be
And deep down I know you won't deny, smile for the reason you see your own face in my eye
And I'll Pass it onto my firstborn
Let it live with the taste of my name on its tongue
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Hands Do Things
03:11
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Bones are broken Still
Tied a string to a windmill
tiny brains in your fingertips
Lobotomized
Now they've grown into eachother
Hands do things
Bent one way and never backwards
Shot of rotting wood a gaping cut instead of circles
Your head will be on the plaque
An example for
children of the future
With papers in their grasp
Tailor made for supply and demand
And their hands do things
To build a passion found up in that windmill
Dirty claws growin from your fingertips
Will get you to
Anywhere you need to go in life
Let's just hope that it can still
Be found within a humans eyes
Let me breathe
The soup you spilled on the floor
I don't mind
of all your ticks and freshly picked sores
And my hands will do things
To give an example
To your children of the future
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At The Neck
02:52
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A newborn baby, twisted at the neck, just seconds before it registers to speak
and one can sit there, and think of all the cells it takes
To create something resembling a life
Years of ashes collecting and on display
Picked up by wind as if it had the rights to say
You'll make out a face in every storm from now on
But it no longer carries the properties to tell you how it feels
Can't find it in yourself
To confess to the anthill you destroyed
Find the warmth, your missing in yourself
wake up to Find your life crumble from the walls around you
A newborn baby, twisted at the neck, just seconds before it registers to speak
Eyes will stare, you know it's without a soul behind it's head
All you can do is leave it to be covered in debris
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Kidney
03:46
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Windshield
03:05
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there is No world to go home to
Family's moved on photobooks paved into the ground
a Mosquito finds itself clinging on
To the surface, which shot it's life down
And which place will you find yourself in
vast wasteland with eggshell cracks in the sky
No fingers to feel with they're cracked and they're dry
soon to fall off before you
do you know yourself well enough to even mind
I wish I could print the memories out from my mind
Can't make them out in the screen I was given
I'd store what i could in my papercuts
Maybe there's something deep enough in me able to recognize
All the beauty in the world in one convenient place
There is not comfort in this life anymore
strangers try to tell me where to go
They know me better than I know myself
can't argue with the ones who give you the option to live
There is not comfort in this life anymore
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Ice water glass on the edge of a table
One we know is devoid of meaning
Buckle down before a salted fishbowl
Its catarac world is closer to earth than what you know
I pet bears some time in april
I pet bears some time in april
Stay outside so I don't wake those
Good kind folks that only chew through my soul
Dressin well tonite in a locust farm
I'm fed and feeding for some weeks where I am
Propped up in a display case replace my skin with hams
Followin where my fallen members point to
Fully expecting it to dig itself to shelter
Another being it won't see itself attach to
Another polaroid with a trophy obscuring the subject
Hidin' inside until the earth is melting
Deep inhale of all it's past indulgence
Where it's at right now won't matter if just a bit
I'll pass away like no injustice ever happened
You won't see the bodies that i've killed
Sheltered well tonight
become a place for wasps to sleep
stick my head outside and They see the fear vanish from my face
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Crab Shell
02:31
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You gotta know where going in life
I held your hands and i know your fingers move
i know you're so proud of your crab shell
I just wanna see you make it in the real world
I already told you my name before
blinding strobe light when you can't see the sun
You want your eyes to see organic matter
or the walls around you will die with you
pullin' meat from a crab shell
i wanna be the name you call out
when you're scared of what you once were
just wanna spitshine on your crab shell
act like a trophy for our name to be proud of
you'll make your way through gnashing teeth
as the light you see moves back even farther
shot through space and now youre drowning
Hope you know i love you like a handshake
Pullin meat from a crab shell
You can quit any time that you'd like
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Song Sung For The Dead
03:41
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I hope to make the rotting teeth fall out your mouth
Have your naked gums feel a sensation from yesterday
And once it clots it'l remember what it's like to be home
A song sung for the dead wasn't always as it seemed
A song sung for the dead wasn't always as it seemed
And this'll be the place you wake from your every dream
Singin songs made for the dead to faces you can not unsee
Ready for the atfternoon, and to see a sea of pin drop eyes
As I mourn my wasted youth , I have every word i speak denied
Now you hang your leather jackets like a passed down broken tapestry
It won't matter where you've been in life with no bones to get you out your seat
And your skeleton unzips
And a spotlight reveals a pile of flesh
No support to reach the microphone
they'll hope you can still find it in yourself
A song sung for the dead wasn't always as it seemed
A song sung for the dead wasn't always as it seemed
And this'll be the place you wake from your every dream
Singin songs made for the dead to faces you can not unsee
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Stare at a freak because they tell you what they want
No one did it but me they'll say as they ride off into the dark
Not a single face I can swallow, your words only hidden under my tongue
No one to meet but the physical
nothing left but to run
I found my way
Just not today
Be sure to hide away
And see just where you were coming from
Your life's on the chamber above you
ready to spill out from the air
With not a care in the world when you learn
Of the hands that will hold your documents
The name you see well, it ain't mine any more
Have it known i've moved on from the physical
to see if there is something more
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10. |
Don't Give up just yet
02:38
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11. |
R.P
01:20
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12. |
White Steak
03:29
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Shae Tull Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
allegedly outsider singer songwriter, dwelling in hazy lofi recordings.
Contact: ShaeTull@gmail.com
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