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The city is an orchestra Clanging and crashing We are telephone wires, clogged beyond repair. Outgrew our thin skin We are all molting And casually look away Earn our guilt by omission Set fire to The urban sprawl, To the high rise and the scaffolding. Send passive reminders to mute all the ugly in you and flood the news with good intentions I'm not afraid of the calm before the storm I'm just terrified of the calm that comes after. Tell me there's something Something more than this Or Are we just floating adrift on the current? Set fire to The urban sprawl, To the high rise and the scaffolding. Send passive reminders to mute all the ugly in you and flood the news with good intentions
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Try to put my best foot forward I falter like an aging dancer Simple words don't come so close now to putting forth this sense of meaning You're like a pretty paint smear On the floor in a whirling pattern, but I don't really know You're like a wilting violet green to brown and the dying leaves are all just crumbling down Let me be the distance Calling you across the waves Let me be the ocean I'll carry you home Try to put my best foot forward I falter like an aging dancer Simple words don't come so close now to putting forth this sense of meaning Try to put my best foot forward I falter like an aging dancer Simple words don't come so close now to putting forth this sense of meaning
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Can I keep them like a secret? Memories warm me like the summer rain. Running down the blacktop And slipping through the sewer grates Can I hold on a little bit longer Drive as far as the road will go To the places hidden But you still knew the way. Woah. I am still reaching for that place I am still yearning for the time before All the people in my photos are something more than ghosts. Fold me like a paper plane Toss me into the sea Let me slip inside Let the waves crash over me Say what you want of me Say what you will of them When all is said and done I won't let you slip away. Woah. I am still reaching for that place I am still yearning for the time before All the people in my photos are something more than ghosts
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Lorem Ipsum 04:07
Ships are in the harbor Quiet, drifting out to sea Sleeping without worry Cling to former glory Antennas on the rooftop, Streaming all the lonely ends Scratching out the hard parts Silent when they're comforting Give me, something, anything Kill the buzzing in my ears Spiraling and circling Down and through this wayward drain This wayward drain What are you waiting for? Shouting down crowded rooms Words mixed with static We exist in noise Straight to the heart of it Sifting through the broken glass Weaving through static Three dots, three dash, three dots. You can't pretend that you can abstain Your hands are bound Our tongues are tied. The sirens ring The streets are empty We let it come to this Apathetic generation What are you waiting for? Shouting down crowded rooms Words mixed with static We exist in noise Straight to the heart of it Sifting through the broken glass Weaving through static Three dots, three dash, three dots.

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released April 14, 2017

words: eric zrinsky
music: goodnight/goodluck

recorded/mixed: eric zrinsky

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small graves Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

small graves creates a frenzied mix of Iron Chic and Japandroids anthemic punk rock with a healthy dose of indie rock sincerity from bands like Tokyo Police Club and Death Cab for Cutie. Add to that the raw, gritty sound of 90s alt-rock bands like The Toadies and Silverchair, and you get a sound that feels nostalgic and familiar while tilling new sonic grounds. ... more

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