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Whatever You Call It
02:20
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the park closes at dark and it’s been dark for a while.
If a day was a lifetime, it’d be closed forever and that would be alright with me.
Why don’t you just go home?
Or whatever you call it.
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Shag
03:45
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08/23 is coming quickly. The water stains don’t really bother me. It Matches the 70’s color schemes and shag carpeting. I swear to god that I could never hurt you. I swear to god, I would feel like an asshole; So roll with me. So I’ll just keep my black sedan; It’s a rusty coffin for shakey knees and swinging hands ready with the need to take it all. I swear to god that I will search and I’ll find you. I’ll hunt you down unless they shoot me dead; So roll with me.
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Beginnings
06:01
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Halloween will never be the same now that I have met you. I’m not saying you’re to blame, I’m just mumbling about nothing. I just want to let my hands slip into your fingertips until your fingers drift away to sleep. When you’re dreaming, think of fingers reaching out with baby’s breath extended. Think of a sunset reflecting off of a cool river’s surface. Don’t think about the pollution through which your strength’s light is guiding. Don’t think prologues, think beginnings. Beginnings with you. Beginnings with me. And to think that I would have waited for the way up on the Ferris. I’m not saying you’re to blame, I’m just mumbling about nothing. Dear god, I hope I’m not sleeping. When you’re dreaming, think of fingers reaching out with baby’s breath extended. Think of a sunset reflecting off of a cool river’s surface. Don’t think about the pollution through which your strength’s light is guiding. Don’t think prologues, think beginnings. Beginnings with you. Beginnings with me. I don’t claim to know or understand but the flowers on your arm [are] arming my hand and Braving off the future; The one that you talked about drunk. Please don’t mind me mumbling ‘bout nothing. Please don’t mind me, I’m only smiling. Dear god, I hope I’m not sleeping.
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Blank Polaroids
04:11
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cover it with paint? We’re Placing stain on stain. In a room filled with white carpet, all the photos lay face down. Looking through albums with broken spines. I’m Trying to find something; At least a smile from a better time. Nothing but blank Polaroids and dates that I don’t recall. It’s like it never happened at all. I’m on what I’ve learned to be is my two feet. I think you are somewhere under your formal attire and I’m hoping we could work out something for the better.
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Room Innate
02:21
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somedays I find myself escaping from the mundane and the tedious by gently gripping the wheel and speeding passed streets that share names with people I’ve acquainted. Usually nothing more than a handshake; a handful of words but their faces blur as I find myself talking with strangers. Yet, this strangeness is new! Ever since you found this new you that you grew into, you’re harder to see through than the night sky amidst this bittersweet light pollution. It helps to stay useless because dead-ends aren’t shy and efforts are fruitless. You find yourself parked out where you started. I’ve heard it told that two streets can share the same name but when i blink, the face in my head stays the same. If a name has two faces, I’ll race to retrace my way back to blissful ignorance and seek recompense. You’ll see that these streets are littered with actors and adventurers that want nothing more to do than to play the part or to find someone new but it’s no longer you. You can’t help but feel subdued. Somewhere beneath the surface, yet above the roots, the traffic of thought never seems to cease. It only seems to increase and increase until the lights bleed from white to red and then recede. I wake from sleep. Perhaps escape is not for me.
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West Coast
03:57
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you learn how to play with fire real quick, kid. underneath the yellow lights; on the roadside. It’s your mistake but its yours to make. I wouldn’t mind the west coast but these ghosts are all that I know. The dealer flipped the card and you broke 21. Nothing is ever certain when the table is laughing at your failed attempt; It came and it went. I wouldn’t mind the west coast but these ghosts are all that I know. I wouldn’t mind the mid-west; We can fuck it up but we do that best.
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Buyer’s Remorse
03:59
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It’s that time; Crystal balls only know so much. Tables turn; As does the world but ours has burned. Looks like you’ve got it bad. Birds as black as your leather jacket had you sign and you said that it’s better off this way. Looks like you’ve got it bad. Don’t say it! It’s not written in stone. Don’t say it? Well I won’t say it anymore.
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Flat Smiles
05:14
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when you go do you chase the sun Or do you run into the dark? Don’t get me wrong, That’s not what I need; These apologies. We have been growing apart for months and I hope you luck. It hasn’t been ‘hello’s in a while, its been flat smiles. I have been laying under your lie. Give me a lie. When you speak do you wait and breathe? see what they say what you should think. When you go do you walk or run? Stifle your steps? Trip in the dark? Give me a lie.
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Can’t You Learn?
09:31
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you let go with everything but the tips of your nails dug deep. No sense of forgiveness but all your bets hedged in your sense of pride. Can’t you learn how to be happy? Can’t you learn how to trust a smile? Or is that too much? Is that Too much to ask from the guiding hands from your past? Too much to ask from your mother? You moved on with everything but everything they wanted. When you’re the master of your own fate, everything is surprises. Chains shouldn’t reach that far; If only they could see you now. When all of the leaves fall down, it makes everything easy to see while you’re walking with all of the moonlight shining over your feet.
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Cheap Emotion Grand Rapids, Michigan
Cheap Emotion consists of:
Wilbur Murphy,
Lake Brown,
Nic Leslie,
and
Devon Cline.
Cheap Emotion is an Experimental, Indie Rock, Emo-esque band from Grand Rapids MI.
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