1. |
Pollution
05:11
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Her eyes are like pollution
She dragged me through them oil spills
We swam with dead fishes
and I love her still
Her hands are like pollution
Though not like trash
more like a purple sky
A shiny foil wrapper
that holds me hold me hold me hold me
Her lips are like pollution
Steam rising from a wishing
well
She
fills my lungs
And
Makes me sick
And
I love her still
It’s that toxic skin
Her Ph rises
as my ozone falls
The temperature is rising
The oceans are rising
Everything is changing
And I
Ooo ooo ooo
On a neon Nile River
The age of apocrypha upon us
We walk
the thinning ice
like Christ
praise on pollution
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2. |
Train Song
00:47
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3. |
Dead Stars
03:20
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Holding you
feels like a confession
Holding you
is dead stars
And I can’t see
nothing else this time of night
Holding you
is deserted and warm
I am
the realest fool
Holding you
makes my blood scream
I wanna hike the valleys under the sea
Holding you
is drowning is space
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4. |
Sad Girls
06:43
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I can’t take her anywhere
She takes off her bra in the middle of town square
To prove she’s not like other sad girls
with tabloid eyes that tell a story that isn’t hers
She could find someone else to take her anywhere
Like a puppet master they could whisper in her ear
I can prove you’re not like other sad girls
with eyes that pull me to the bottom of the world
Oooo she wants to take me
Where no one else can see
No one else can see
Don’t it look like trouble oh oh
Don’t it look like fun
Don’t it sound like the story
You’re working on but
doesn’t get done
Don’t it sound like
Oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Sad girls
I can’t take her anywhere
My girlfriend wants her dead and I understand
It’s a stubborn lie that I don’t care
Electric static stagnant in the air
~
How does a feeling work?
How can her voice take me to quiet place
in a loud room?
Oooo she takes me
Where no one else can see
No one else can see
You know it looks like trouble
You know it looks fun
I need a story
I need a song
To take me
where no one else can see
No one else can see
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5. |
The Letter Pt. 1
04:26
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I took your letter and put it in the oven
Turned up the heat to 500 degrees
Just before I burned the house down
I put out the fire in the kitchen sink
Oh, your words had me speeding on the highway
How far can I go
with my eyes closed
Come winter you said
We’d see each other warm
I would drive into
those flashing lights
far away
dotted on the mountain side
But somewhere between
blue and white
Like the snow
I start to fly
And the car goes 180
but I’m not changing
I’m still thinking of you
You spin and you stop
and convince yourself into awe
Then try your best to get out, get out
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6. |
The Letter Pt. 2
03:03
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The snow flies
like Pollock paint
over a black and white forest
Along the tree line
Spot a girl
in a hang glide
naked except for her long red curls
Then you’re yelling
"What the fuck
are you doing up there?"
Though it’s clear
Oh it’s clear
She’s flying
and I am
still right here
Still here
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7. |
Swanky Freak
03:55
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He’s a swanky freak
with worldly glasses
He’s got a pea coat build
and dog like romantics
the devil plays pool
and smokes stogies in his mouth
He’ll tell you, “I love you”
if you offer him a smile
but don’t lend him your hands
or any of your diamonds
All he’s got is your promise
He talks
left
handed
and I listen
through my shirt
an emotional cyclopes
who cannot see
the half of
his own hurt
but I see too much through my shirt
He’s a swanky freak
with something to hide
He writes sonnets for serial killers
while he gazes thoughtfully
through your pearly eyes
He’s that mumbling war hero
out on the streets
he’s one motherfucking
swanky creep
A murmur in the night
too close for comfort
He talks
left
handed
and I listen
through my shirt
an emotional cyclopes
who cannot see
the half of
his own hurt
but I see too much through my shirt
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8. |
Train Interlude
01:14
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My lips trespassed
carelessly
and you said, “Don’t”
Big, bold bass lines
beating my body dumb
Oh, the silent music
of wicked words
suffering composed
Why must I feel
More complete, more finished, more human
This desire brings me back to a wolf in the woods
Our jaws moving slow
Breath alive in the cold
The heart will jump with nowhere to fall
Oh, my dear
I have to tell you of
what I thought was love
when I was young
Two friends on a bridge
throwing rocks down
on passing trucks
You see, I don’t need an angel
I only need someone
My heart is an idiot
It can’t be left alone
This desire brings me back to a wound in the woods
I was bit real bad, bleeding in the snow
And I couldn’t think of anything except where the pain could go
The heart will jump with nowhere to fall
The heart will jump with nowhere to fall
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10. |
Make Me Make You
06:09
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If my body is a glass house
surrounded by silent desert
you alone are outside
If my body is a speeding car
your arms are
the sound
and your voice is driving
When I am a composer
your openness writes in me
A chorus with six saxophones
and one sorry violin
If my body is the night sky
you sail each celestial cluster
to paint no end with the odds
to bring fire, to bring light, oh life
If my blood is laughing
If the sky is bleeding
If my blood is screaming
You make me
make you
A language
you couldn’t know was in you
You make me
make you
A language
I couldn’t know was in
You make me
make you
You make me
make you
And you make me make you
When you go
you know
I go too
This is how we’re free to choose
Make me
make you
And you make me make you
You make me make you
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11. |
Stranger
04:31
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Stitching down the threads of the road
to learn we leave to weave behind the learned
As memory begs time’s concern
the stress in on “I” in lonely in the only language I know
The trees soaking rain
feel it true
Syrup weight in your lungs
drip their dew
That fractured mythos pursues
Now I have something
I’ve just got to share with you
The boy had music in his head
Where no one else could hear
When he sang to an audience
His eyes were wild and red
He was searching for the spirit
Learning to believe
In the stories that move from grave to grave
like the wind
When I heard the siren
I thought it was in my head
His momma was crying
as they carried out the dead
She was broken by the spirit
It’s so hard to believe
that even gods die
for their father’s sin
The trees soaking rain
feel it true
Syrup weight in your lungs
drip their dew
That tortured mythos pursues
Oh Stranger this one’s for you
Doug, this one’s for you
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Hillary Susz Kansas City, Missouri
Hillary Susz is an independent artist based in Kansas City. Her distinctive alto vocals and effects-laden guitar work bypass conventional structure to deliver a truly unique narrative. The Wild Honey Pie calls her “…the love child between Sharon Van Etten and Angel Olsen.” ... more
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