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Skeletons
02:18
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They said, "time is running out
To face your fears head on," they shout,
"And confront all the ways
Your body let you down"
Days like these get under my skin
Who wants to be reminded
Of when there was no safety
Ever to be found?
I repressed the times that I fought back
I repressed the times I gave in
Now a presidency later, they come out of the blue
Skeletons in my closet that I've not seen since
I said, "I'm not ready yet
To face the worst of all dead-ends"
I write songs, then tune them out
Write, tune them out
Nights like these get under my skin
You know what else I'd like in my skin?
Something razor-sharp
Did I say that out loud?
What exactly does it mean to have fought back?
What exactly does it mean to give in?
Now four damn years later, I'm still asking the same old shit
Makes me wonder if the skeletons will win
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Prosperity Block
03:08
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My words don't flow like they used to
Now that I'm fine
Sad songs are all I know how to do
But now, I thrive
I've finally found my footing, but there's not much I can say
I've had a job for six months, yeah, guess I'm getting paid
Between sickness and recovery, and filling in the gaps
My words don't flow like they used to, 'cause the sadness doesn't last
A wise man once said: "live long and prosper"
And so, I try
But honestly, at this point I got farther
Than I thought I would, and now I find
That there are parts of myself still undiscovered
Maybe that's why
Did you know that I'm quiet 'cause I'm awkward?
Maybe that's fine
I've finally found my footing, I guess there's lots to say
I've had a job for six months, yeah, guess I'm getting paid
Between sickness and recovery, and filling in the gaps
I put the pen to paper, that sure was over fast
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Better Off (demo)
02:55
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I recognized the sound of your voice
On a good friend's record
I don't hold it against him
In fact, I love that he seems better
We both had some things to heal from
But our wounds were different types
I don't know the nature of his
But mine haven't healed too nice
I get anxious when I hear you sing
Recorded or in real time
It reminds me of when your voice
Would overpower mine
And I don't just mean singing
I mean voices raised high
It's the same cycle all over again
Voice raised, do what you said
It's the same cycle all over again
Voice raised, do what you said
And now, I'm safer
But not quite safe
'Cause you're still living
In my space
And now, you're trying
To dig up dirt
'Cause you've lost control of me
And you love to see the worst
But my life's better off with you
My life's better off without you
My life's better off without you
Yeah, I'm better off without you
And I can't listen to his record
I can't listen to his record
Without feeling a pit in my stomach
Without feeling like I might vomit
And I can't stay in this house no longer
Can't stay in this house no longer
While these paper-thin walls let me hear you
While my things decorate your room
And now, I'm safer
But not quite safe
'Cause you're still living
In my space
And now, you're trying
To dig up dirt
'Cause you've lost control of me
And you love to see the worst
But my life's better off with you
My life's better off without you
My life's better off without you
Yeah, I'm better off without you
Oh, I
Just didn't wanna talk
I just didn't wanna talk
No, I
I don't wanna talk
No, I don't wanna talk
'Cause my life's better off with you
(You don't get to be concerned about me)
My life's better off without you
My life's better off without you
(You don't get to be concerned about me)
Yeah, I'm better off without you
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And Now... (demo)
01:55
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I don't get as high as I used to
It's not a choice to be more sober
I just can't be goddamn bothered
To get the flame to start
Or maybe flower just don't hit as hard
But I don't think it's my tolerance
See, I've been trying to assert my dominance
But no one's listening, no one's listening
After a lifetime of conditioning to be soft
And now, I'm tired of being soft
And now, you've really dropped the ball
And now, I'm tired of it all
I've been tired since you called
I'm just getting by, like I used to
Turns out I'm being stalked on twitter
Yeah, my life's really in the shitter
I'm kinda scared again
And I'm careful who I call "my friends"
But I saw my favorite band last night
And honestly, that shit was tight
So are you listening? Are you listening?
I won't give into your conditioning of fear
And now, that's all I've got, my dear
The words I write down are sincere
It won't be long that I am here
I keep my friends safely near
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Brianna Carmel Sacramento, California
DIY singer-songwriter with a folk punk soul. Mainly a vocalist who enjoys fucking around on guitar and ukulele. 1/2 of Blooming Heads + 1/3 of little tiny knife.
Active in the Sacramento music scene since 2012.
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