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Suburban bathers own the sea
But just between you and me
The sun has never fully set
That's seen the bathers fully wet
I see the sea
The sea sees me
And I see me in the sea
They seem to run to morning light
And crash the boards between the night
If they'd learn to love themselves
They might survive the murky depths
I see the sea
The sea sees me
And I see me in the sea
I like to run to morning light
And crash my board between the night
If I'd learn to love myself
I might survive the murky depths
I see the sea
The sea sees me
And I see me in the sea
I see the sea
The sea sees me
And I see me in the sea
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Amusement parks are caked with sounds
A solid hunk of meat
A barker's sweat flings from his tongue
His tattoo shines with heat
A wary stranger stands and sways
Enraptured by his stance
Two-headed goats come stumbling by
And give a troubled glance
The barker looks into the eyes
The stranger tries to bend
The barker swears to more delights
For all who seek within
The stranger enters canvas doors
And smells the fresh-cut hay
The barker points to Siamese twins
And the stranger looks away
The eyes of horse-faced women
Watch the few who wander through
They sense the tension in the air
And they smell the sweet taboo
A heart beats fast against a chest
The stranger leaves the tent
The waves of people drown out the sounds
Of loss of innocence
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Something smiling sweetly
Something tall and thin
Something deep within my heart
Reminded me of him
He was not my lover
And he was not my friend
He was just a nice old man
Who played the violin
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Life is just a situation, life is just a game
Life is just a whirlpool and it's calling out my name
Amber were the autumn leaves and amber was her skin
Amber was the evening when the whirlpool pulled her in
It was irresistible was what she used to say
Like the sound of running horses early in the day
Life is just a situation, life is just a game
Life is just a whirlpool and it's calling out my name
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Mumbling weighs upon my mind
The talk of creatures in my spine
A contest fought between two souls
To know which thought that each controls
They argue deep into the night
Displaying wrongs, inciting rights
They sing their songs with unknown tones
And keep the beat upon my bones
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When We Were Young
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Derrick McMillon Joliet, Illinois
The background image is "Wheat Ear" by Salvador Dalí, 1932. The order of the releases are neither chronological nor alphabetical, but rather relative best to relative worst.
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My friend Katelyn is the bassist and my other friend/her boyfriend Hunter drew the cover.
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Six Feet Under Suburbia
by RIPTYDE
Hunter did the cover for this one too, and he plays drums. My other friend Chris sings and plays guitar.
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No Friends Club / Lachesist EP
by No Friends Club / Lachesist
Not a band. Part-record label, part-self-described secret cult. This is the reason why I made a Bandcamp account (which I made the same day my friend's brother made his I think).
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The prolific drummer and producer, a veteran of the Philadelphia and Antwerp club scenes, proves his rhythmic mastery once again.
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