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Down
05:21
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Down
calling in a favor from a friend lost to the bright side (anytime)
am i the sacrificial lamb that lit the way, so soft, so bright? (anytime)
there are two sides to every illumination (anytime)
there goes the only home that ever led me well astray
what did you expect?
a memory of peaches cut into perfect pieces (anytime)
the magic holds itself in place, so you can go now if you need to (anytime)
we can meet in the middle of nowhere, fiercely take care of each other
until they find an entertaining height to drop us from
(what do you want from us this time?)
fill the gaps in our years with sage and silicone
fill the gaps in our years with rage and bubble gum
fill the gaps in our years with sage and silicone
fill the gaps in our years
(what do you want from us this time?)
fill the gaps in our years
(what do you want from us this time?)
fill the gaps in our years
with everything that ever was
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Gap Year
03:30
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Gap Year
in the pit of my stomach, at the center of the peach of my existence
what is there more beautiful than a living thing in transformation?
i send water down the rift, i rinse it thoroughly
i boil the liquid for an hour, simmer for twelve
scrape the bottom of the skillet
pour the reduction into a mold
cast a dagger
i’ve been feeling stabby lately, backstabbing myself in the checkout line
i’ve had dozens of dreams where i die in a shootout at a supermarket
always wondering who will call you with the bad news
over the telephone, a beep is the same over a meter or a mile
they smoothed out the crackling in the line
now every call could be coming from inside the house
i have become my own duplex, semi detached from reality
and from wherever your hand is attached to your arm
i am the dispatcher sending several "hello? hello?"s into the headset
professionally keeping my voice from cracking
i am pouring resin into the fractures of this gap year
trying to keep our shit together
listening to the voices in the on-hold music singing
what is there more beautiful than a living thing in transformation?
what is there more beautiful than a living thing?
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3. |
Still Life
04:55
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Still Life
upside down, hung up by the flesh
i am slowly speaking a safety net
of gentle hopes into empty space
constellations spanning all across this sucker's face
i got one bare foot out the front door
i would lie if i said it wasn't like this before
(i just couldn't feel the breeze)
maybe this still life is not what i need
and if i don't say it now, i'll say it tomorrow or in a week.
listen,
the bird's wings spread like a kite
if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight
the bird's wings spread like a kite
if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight
(and i'll grow, grow, grow, grow
i'm just out here, and i will grow)
inside out, hung up by the heart
i forget my lines, i forget my entire part
i don't trust the prompter with their little lies
i don't trust the script with my silly little life
stage is closed, there's nothing left inside
and if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight
i'm just out here tying up a couple of loose hands
i'm just in here holding my breath
i'm just holding what was and holding what could have been
holding what i have never possessed
and i cradle it in between these two sore hands
and i squeeze it a little too hard
and i find a seam and i pull just a little bit
i watch it exhale and fall apart
and i'll grow
i'm just out here, and i will grow
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4. |
Seedlings
03:11
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Seedlings
you can grow what you want
life from cuttings and seedlings
the cat’s out of the bag
clawing its way through the ceiling
it leaves marks on the skull
inside, where i’m dreaming
and in two hundred years
they will dig me up and you can see them
you can pile up the love
you can chop it up neatly
you can sort it by size
you can burn it completely
but in the gaps between walls
it will grow rampant
for somebody else
in familiar fragments
you can tell me i am turbulent
you can tell me i am burning up
you can tell me i am heartless
you can tell me i am hurting
you can weed out the clover
keep busy until it’s over
or you can just let it feed you
see where it leads you.
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5. |
Vertigo
03:01
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Vertigo
i draw a crooked line, i fold it over twice
the atlas knows when it’s time to start breaking at the spine
the night explains its weariness, the road explains itself
and i am overjoyed that we’re going to hell
i am a kind blood sucker, i am writing notes under the covers
i am rough at the elbows , i pray for vertigo
spin me right around
when it’s dark let me out
glue two bowls at the rim, inside the sphere it’s dim
this is how we’ll eat: we’ll let the darkness feed us
tie a little white bow to the hood ornament and then let’s just go
and if you cannot tell, i am delighted that we’re going to hell
you are a timely excuse for a tongue bloody and bruised
you’re a fresh breath of air licked off broken glassware
we’re alive and unfolding, we’re blood red and golden
in our sunday clothing we’re driving until morning
and if you cannot tell, i am over the moon
knowing we’re going to hell.
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Laika
(feat. James P Honey)
what we thought were swans were actually all along just plastic bags bedraggled upon the surface of the odd calm lake
these days i let a lot go beneath the archway of your grey rainbow true colours
when among us state your business or be buried in the back garden see we’ve hardened of late
eating wizard cake in marble caves with strange diamond hieroglyphics
sip it slow the ocean - let it line the throat like night sky veneers a valley
we got it badly this time hardly hard to tell
listening to hell locker, shallow pools and a lot of other loons once bitten twice shy
the hooves of the halfwits clattering on cobbled stones of frozen back streets in the lilac light of the days final half hour
the unsinking
the unmagical
kind of like whose the casual ghost in the charity shop clothes reciting tommy wright and writhing in the ailments?
we burn incense with head in hands
watch it coil - stand back and feed beer to the dogs
you ever wonder beneath these midday moons?
saw the blade swing way before you made a move
i chose stay still - stand my ground
ever wonder beneath these flowering clouds?
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7. |
Trash Fire
03:54
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Trash Fire
this kind of desire for a life larger than life
is a hungry, hungry animal
this kind of trash fire that burns brighter than bright
loves how your love is so flammable
listen, i've been thinking
ain't the need and the want the two oxen dragging this carriage along?
and if we don't feed them we all fall into nothing
for the past is already gone
and we cannot live if we don't go over that bridge
to get to where we might some day belong
if we are lucky enough
to believe that luck alone will never save all of our frightened bones
let this song be the song you want
let this song be the song you want
let this song be the song you want
if you just twist your arm all by yourself
dig a nail into the flesh, pretend it is someone else
if you just miss
every single touch that has ever touched but not touched too much
just fell into place and sang along
if you just hold on to that one split second you
saw a possibility shoot through the room and break you with silent smack
right down the center, that's where your cracked
and one half still sits there and you cannot have it back
you cannot have it back
let this song be the song you want
let this song be the song you want
let this song be the song you want
(i speak my language for laughs
i speak my language for love)
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8. |
Watermark Sirens
05:10
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Watermark Sirens
if we weren't born naked in thorns
we would have never seen that we still had our watermarks on
we hadn’t shown our whole color scheme
so i painted us in soft shades
if we hadn’t swum all the way home
the ground would have swallowed us whole
if our shell hadn’t cracked that night when we licked
our wounds next to the empty flagpole
but we sigh like lions
we grow on rocky terrain
we sing at each other like sirens
the first of our names
i swear you'll barely notice the way i look at you now
like the avalanche looks at the mountain
like the field looks at the plow
and when the storm clouds gather
around the candy cotton stick of the sky
you wrap them around your little finger
you hold your wiry arms up high
you will hold your own goddamn halo
i will hold my goddamn own
and we will run into each other
all teeth, all tongues, all jawbones.
but we sigh like lions
we grow on rocky terrain
we sing at other like sirens
the first of our names
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9. |
Sister Moon Beams
03:27
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Sister Moon Beams
(sweet dreams, form a shade
o’er my lovely infant’s head
sweet dreams of pleasant streams
by happy, silent, moony beams)
i cannot tell you what i need
but you could buy me these golden shoes
laces blue, blisters soft, red and sweet
a memory, heart-shaped, poking through
a memory, burst open, bleeding, too
woven for me
all of my life dreamt up softly by spiders just barely clinging to
all of my days as weft and warp, theft of heart, in a warm corner of the room
(sweet dreams, form a shade
o’er my lovely infant’s head
sweet dreams of pleasant streams
by happy, silent, moony beams)
when i can afford to save money i’ll come and i’ll save you
sister moon beams when she says she adores how you
love in a world askew, we mend and we make due
soaked in dirty midnight hues
all of my eyes are aligned in a time of dead flies and brittle roots
all of my kind know dark and light, day and night
are just two sides of the same moon.
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10. |
Serpent
05:23
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Serpent
in the belly of the serpent there is space for a bed and two chairs
you can tell me nothing different, i had a dream, and i was right there
in the back room of the chapel where the big hands pull all of the strings
i heard there is demand for your scissors
they didn't say so, but i’m sure that's what they meant
and you will want me for what i was
you will want me for what i have been
you will want me for what i am
you will want me scarred and bent
you will want me for a kind of beauty
we just made up as we went
we will want what we could be
we will want what we cannot understand
and when the gates of our own hell open
we go all the way in
and i will want you for what you were
i will want you for what you've been
i will want you for what you are
i will want you scarred and bent
i will want you for a kind of beauty
we just made up as we went
i will want what we could be
we will want what we cannot understand
oh, those old dreams, they are threadbare
and we will make space for a wild thing to grow
all the machines rattling through our nightmares
got nothing to say if we make the rules
and when the gates of our own hell open
we go all the way in.
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Twin Tooth Berlin, Germany
Twin Tooth are vocalist and lyricist Anna Kohlweis and multi-instrumentalist Jan Preissler. Founded during the early pandemic months in Vienna and Berlin, the band existed exclusively via online file transfer for the entire production of their debut album, „Cusp“, a record dressed in a veneer of epic pop music that unfolds itself slowly down to the avantgarde structures at its core. ... more
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