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Tsar Bomba
03:38
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Hey y’all let’s go tanning, under the new fake sun
Let’s spin the brand new single, if you can’t hide we run
From the safety of knowing
Look outside it is snowing
Who knew it got so cold, who knew it got so cold
And I caught the fallout, and I caught the fallout, on my tongue
Let’s celebrate Tsar Bomba, light up the fireworks
A new bridge for new Alaska, everyone takes their turn
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Ransom Note
04:22
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Piece together phrases missing letters
Sharpening your senses like my scissors
Prime the Trojan horse and battering ram
Find an empty vault instead of the plans
Like a magazine, cut up lines to feed
A ransom note for you to
Read and then you’ll
Understand just where my memories have gone, I don’t remember
Paper filled with holes without an ending
It contains mementos you’ve been sending
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Channels
04:39
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Dust of the needle ground to dull
The cast of the street light drawn so pale
Motion is timeless, impossible speed
Contained in the rows we planted the seed
Counting my fingers, an abacus sort
Pointing my index out
You’re so warm it casts a spell, in channels so deep beneath I fell
Wander aimless through the streets, the same direction I pull the string
Pull of the handle, it’s bridging the break
Low paranoia in form I can’t shake
A slap to the cheek and falling in line
Preparing my senses and taking my time
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Coursing
04:12
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Polishing the silver tongue and straightening the tie
Born to wear the lions mane and mingle with the vile
White Mercedes on the lawn the party’s in the back
And by the time the guests are gone your eyes are painted black.
Racing to the top, a couth and continental brow, you’re standing out.
Fashionable blue, forever coursing through your veins, it’s not your fault
Ordinary company is always comatose
Confidence in ignorance we raise our glass to toast
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In the age of information, you can’t call it intuition, when the answer’s written up in the stars
On an island you’re so sure of, caught a cold there is no cure for, ever struggling to catch every breath
And I don’t remember asking you
And I don’t remember asking you
Every thought can’t become canon or a beacon of the truth
And I don’t remember asking you
Are the voices you hear echoes, if you’re standing in the pine groves
While the sap it burrows under your skin
Fast express to egress, counting the exits
Puzzling, unending, where does it all fit
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A paper empire, built off our sweat, a too well traveled trail.
A river’s rapid flow that carries you, well beyond the pale.
Now you’ve gotten what you need
Fairy tales forgotten
And you taken what you please
And paid us next to nothing
Once the bones are clean, it’s just us vultures out here counting crumbs
A cry to eat the rich, is falling on the ears of deaf and dumb.
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TripTiks
03:00
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Driving in we cross the golden gate
Heading forward and then back again
Here’s the spirit of the old cross streets
Won’t be staying but I’m sure we’ll be, around around around
We knew everything and were so sure of
Pockets full of triptiks, gas on empty
Bargaining our way across the country
Pockets full of triptiks, gas on empty
Though the engine it gave out half way
Drive by night to make it back again
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Hornet's Nest
03:29
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Bored and surfing for some brand new toys or vintage microphones
But this one’s gonna take me down the rabbit hole
What is going through their mind sometimes you cannot comprehend
How this one’s gonna take me down the rabbit hole
What you supposed to do with it
Mount it on your fire place
What if it doesn’t even fit
Have I even got the space
Up for sale a hornets nest, doesn’t say if it there’s hornets still inside
Up for sale a hornets nest, oh my what a deal it’s only twenty-five
Lucky they’ve got pictures of each angle, like that makes a difference from which side the hornets come and sting your face
How you supposed to make it work
A soccer ball that you can’t kick
Isn’t getting stung real painful
And does it include the stick
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Better Forgive Me
03:54
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Calm your senses for the hypnotist
Convex phrases oh so delicate
I’m testing if you’re worthy
You’re waiting patiently
Better forgive me now, before I find a new low
Better regret me now, the devil you think you know
Better that you know how, the world will just spit you out
Better forget me now, while I time out.
Pile of sentient crisco with a tan
Supply side Jesus borrowed second hand
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Tailor
03:36
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The sight of hands wringing, a worrying glance
you feel pins and needles, seems all left to chance
When I lose control of, the marbles and pegs
It’s all an illusion, all in your head – if you don’t mind
The depth of the panic, a bargain instead
Like some kind of sewing, with invisible thread
So I’ll be the tailor, I’ll keep you safe
Caught in a stalemate, it’s all in your head - if you don’t mind
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Jarrett Osborn Salem, New Hampshire
Solo project of New Hampshire based drummer and producer.
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