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Kitchen
04:15
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Summer's gone
Two lights, sun's gone, out west, back home
Deep South, I left, way back, in sept-
Ember, burned out, Midwest, Deep South
Two lights, I know, both call me home
Go on, let it out, tell me how you feel
Go on, let it out, it's chill
Go on, let it out, I know how you feel
Go on, let it out, for real
When you come to stand in my kitchen and claim your own devices
You flicked your eyes below their lids so weak, and yet you tried
To tip you off, to hold your heart, the strength beneath your eyes
The strings beneath your eyes
The strength beneath your eyes
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Innertube
02:45
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What space must the writer get into?
Wigged-out about cops, social commentary
Don’t decide you’re gonna chase somebody who has several years on you
Don’t do something to disregard me as something you’d never do
Don’t be sorry to be somebody dancing up on the roof
Don’t be sorry to chase somebody
Don’t need summer to meet somebody
The summer, it surrounds me
Without inner tube
Without a long to
Without a lungtooth
Without a long to.
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I get anxious every time I change the room I’m in
Is it the grass, the drink.. adjust to it
I try remotely to restore my angle
I breathe once or twice a minute
I curl into a ball
I intimately sing your song out
Out of the crawl
Is it the grass, the drink..? Adjust to it.
With one foot through the window,
It looked inside.
It counted up the stones in my soul.
Its eager heart realized:
EVIL
Wield your oversight
While I overslept.
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Choleric
04:54
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Somewhere close
Would you say you’re alone?
We could go to somewhere else.
Winter’s cold and I’m alone.
Drank enough to fill my lungs.
Would you see someone else if I caused you to melt?
Interview, look at me, how do I break condition?
Insult the cause..we could go to..
Somewhere close.
When you called, I was stoned dreaming up where to go.
It’s my hope that we can remain friends in the end.
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Lights are like wicker fires so bright: red ice.
Nights are like slide-into-dreams with your red eyes.
Even if you asked me to calm down, I don’t think I’d listen.
So I tell my mind to hush.
Momentary hush.
Far too eager to speak.
Thoughts about what could come rush me.
Fire neural conduction!
Will it last?
You really broke me.
When you sleep your eyes seem sown shut.
When you breathe next to me, there’s a momentary hush.
So I turn my mind to mush.
Far too eager to speak.
All the thoughts that could come rush me.
So I tell my mind to hush.
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6. |
Shark Tank
02:43
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Six o’clock can’t get hold of me.
It can skip ‘long, eighty-first stone.
Get far away, get out of the state.
A reflexive night.
An impulsive shift.
All due respect given to the life that you spend.
Six o’clock can’t get hold of me.
It can skip ‘long, eighty-first stone.
Get far away, get out of my space.
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7. |
Every Single Good Thing
03:32
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You used to do every single good things for me until it broke clear:
Every single good thing isn't the right thing.
How ever long it takes to enter the shining, the light-bending train,
Every single good thing isn’t the right thing.
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8. |
Ernie Be Still
03:15
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10. |
Absolute Horse Shit
04:46
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11. |
Solipsistic Narcissism
03:53
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Shazmatic Chicago, Illinois
Solo project of Shane Prewitt. Autotune crooner based in Humboldt Park, Chicago, Illinois. Originally from Clinton, Mississippi.
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