1. |
House Shape
02:47
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2. |
Half a Gulf
03:38
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Stuck in a home where I can't see the water
Stuck in a home where I can't leave the room
Looking to find an ice cube to bite on
Hear it crack under every chew
Stuck in a frame where the fat eats the denim
Stuck in a frame where the pores need to burn
Looking to find some bone in the tissue
Hear it crack under every chew
Try to break this body but I can't feel above my skirt
I hope there's something better to consider
Nailing down the window
A cage doesn't have to be that big
It just has to be bigger
than you
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3. |
Walking Song
03:00
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Getting older stopped being fun
when I was 23 now I'm almost done
with my second drink and the room's still spinning
D's in the same bed and I'm in the same bed
forgetting how to play dead
oh if I can speak
then who the hell's listening in on me
walking out of Rome
without a chaperone
turn on a light in my head cuz I can't see the road
but under my feet it's getting rough.
She said "Odds are good that we don't die fast enough"
Ba ba ba da ba ba ba da
Sometimes I'm dumb and think I'm walking alone
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4. |
Mary 2
03:21
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5. |
Night Light
03:22
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I toss a plank up
where the lake stops and breaks open
I fall apart cuz it gives me meaning
keeps me drinking until I'm awake
I keep a hand up for the last stop
and won't shiver, oh
send in a guard with a gate to nowhere
creaking opening over again
A drugged up country girl
who never knew her place
with a body like who will see me
not kind but friendly
no sleep no money
I let my voice fall
where the skin stops and splits open
I fall apart cuz it's nice and easy
nice and easy and over again
Got a hand up
and for the last time I won't shiver so
send in a guard with a gate to nowhere
creaking opening open to sing
A drugged up country girl
who never knew her place
is what I sing to myself in the mirror
myself
with the terror of nothing to sing
There's no hell hot enough
to burn this smell off
There's no one left to speak to
so leave the light on
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Noiseland Chicago, Illinois
for booking: noiselandtheband@gmail.com
max: guitar, vocals, hand-
wringing
mitch: bass, Guerilla PR
drea: lead guitar, vocals, 'stache
tom: drums, :)
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