1. |
Oh, Sweet Flame
05:07
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I don't like it one bit
but I gotta admit
that the walls on you are caving in
with malicious words
cold blood to adverse
we're nothing more than a dead letter
go back to where you came from
you'll find your old shoe box
full of my deep-six time and effort
full of your hazy eyes and your hasty lies
goodbye, it's really been a pleasure
oh, sweet shame
tell me who has who to blame
you should consider yourself lucky
you still get to walk away
oh, sweet flame
you are such a goddamn shame
you violently erupted
but only ashes remain
you know you don't hold true
to those things that you
write in pencil on pads of paper
but maybe I'm fucked up too
because I just wanted to
love you like your father did
pack my shit, cut it at the lips
and leave you to wipe your blood up with your tongue
oh, those walls are caving in
oh, I see your chest sinking
oh, those walls are caving in
oh, I see those teeth sinking in
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2. |
Shades
05:24
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the captured queen
and the book she was reading
what would've been different if we
made our futures less of a priority
were the pages stacked too high
for your porcelain skylines
it's like you were reading my mind
because you
you're always too cold
even with your shades on
you're like a tragic outlaw
waiting to meet his bounty
I guess your heart's still beating
though I'll bet it's freezing
with your legs glued to the ceiling
as your eyes roll back
an evening gown
I try to keep my eyes down
the will to raise my eyebrows
like smokestacks on campgrounds
but this is no recess
I watch him drop your green dress
black hearts and wet tongues
will leave spots on your lungs
a full on regression
or wild imagination
walking by your apartment
you know you really shouldn't
leave your window open
not even in the moment
or don't leave your light on
or close your fucking curtains
revealing his silhouette and yours colliding
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3. |
Think On The Bright Side
03:10
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I sit on my bed every night
and sing songs about death
thinking about the point of why I even try at all instead
but keeping quiet hurts
so I put my coffin before the hearse
but this heart's still beating
bleeding while my hands and neck rehearse
something is missing
no one's even listening
fucking pathetic singers
with rusting fingers
the words I sing
they must only cling to me
when they carry my voice
they must lose all meaning
they do nothing for my anguish
just the tune of isolation from the rest
I must be kidding
I feel so empty
bits of sleep and concrete sheets
surgical dreams to the infirmary
bitter pill sink into bitter drinks
the actor is reading
but the esteem is fleeting
there's no regret for the sunset
this drink is to forget
I'll wash my hands of their demands
and drink until I'm dead
so fight the good fight
live on the dark side
or turn a blind eye
think on the bright side
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4. |
And That's When You Sang
05:02
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my insides have roamed the desert
searching for drops of water
your love stranded on an island
with your trees and merit growing taller
and that's when you sang
turn your bow this way
oh, lonely seafarer
enter my green mirror
symmetry like the tropic of cancer
I hear your voice getting nearer
and I need to wet my tongue
and you've got the perfect chaser
do you feel me smiling at you
from across the deep blue
sea me in my dreams
sailing toward your retreat
you've got your rocks and stones
and your siren songs
you light the fire in my soul
and make in bearable to be alone
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5. |
Your Last Breath
04:49
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the evenings leave from the tops of most trees
falling down to prepare for future summer eves
let's not repent for the days that came and went
leaving us to put on our Sunday best
last will remains but the testament is torn away
it's torn astray
astray is the evening
that you spent bleeding
while I laid down to rest
with those last dreams floating in my head
of the feelings
that keep fleeting
now you've made a stable bed to display my miscued debts
but I remember what you said
about how life was a forest]
it all goes by a system
no matter how hard you fight it
the morning brings a sense of growth of uncertainty
the birds rejoice at the fall and spring of suffering
I try to remember what you said
and that was the last time I saw you
you had your head in a closet
waiting to find what's underground
a wooden elevator going down
trees will grow from your body
to hold the sky and our disdain
and make oxygen to breathe again
to remind us of your last breath
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6. |
The Storm Was Overlooked
05:19
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We were so naive
to fall with decaying leaves
to believe that we were free
to swim the open sea
to death with our bodies
to vanish with our sleep
you really burned a big bridge
when you decided to jump off of it
washing away with all the fish
maybe your heart finally found a place to live
photographs all across my floor
the memories form to become a tourniquet
all you needed was a boat
so you wouldn't have to brave the tide all alone
the captain's been thrown overboard
the crew is lost at sea forevermore
the rope to the anchor has been cut
the wind scurries, the storm was overlooked
the sails will remain at half mast
now we're all alone, we're all alone
there's not gonna be enough time to pass
now we're all alone, we're alone
please make this a dream
or soon it will be me
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7. |
Battleyes
04:12
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the pieces fall but the arc is standing tall
go and climb that ladder but no one's holding on
better keep that featherweight heart from floating off
ours will weigh the anchor down and keep us strong
don't forget your souvenirs and pick your teeth up off the floor
you can forget your dignity
you won't need it when you pass through that door
this war ain't no place for
spines made from sticks and hearts cold as stone
you'll never wear our battleyes
so good luck with those sleepless nights
and your little pussy wolf cries
so go and flee from this place
your weak spirit is too easy to replace
our golden hearts will fight
and prevail through the darker times
let's keep singing
you were always the weakest of us all
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8. |
This Time, Next Year
03:12
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you keep your eyes down on your plate
and proclaim that it's too little, too late
the words pass by like contrails from your face
to hide expressions like a masquerade
this isn't a party
and no one's laughing
I guess it's getting late and you'll be walking home
the three blocks in the fig leaf that you've put on
it will shield you from the whole unknown
I would shadow but I'm done chasing unicorns
this time, next year
I'll be punch-drunk on distractions
and you'll try to appear
but my indifference is resilient
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Gavan Holden Greensboro, North Carolina
From the Greensboro bands Basement Life, Corvids and Funny Like A Funeral. Gavan's solo-acoustic project began in May of 2011 and has been tauted as dark, melodic, tender and haunting.
Gavan Holden recommends:
2016 release from Gavan’s band Corvids.
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2018 album from Gavan’s band Basement Life.
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