1. |
Reassignment
04:18
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Reassignment
Music
Film
Southwestern Florida
And I’m sleeping on one side of the bed
I’m going out
I’m getting drunk
I’m staying in and doing all the laundry instead
Down in Dixie
Dylan bootlegs
And I’m playing all the songs in my head
Huckabees
Big coats in winter
And I’m buying new sheets for the bed
Reassignment
These things
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2. |
Side Effects
03:12
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I’m having side effects from treatment
But I don’t need a heart stent
It’s cold and I feel like I could cry
I’m lying on white cotton
My temperature is dropping
I’m old and I feel like I could die
But I’m the one to blame
And my self-destructive name
Is written on the paper in the hall
Regrets I’ve had a few
But not one of them was you
Even though you’ll never get my call
You’ll never get my call
I’m having side effects from treatment
But I don’t need a heart stent
I’m gonna roll to the other side
I’m lying on white cotton
Mercury is dropping
Anyone calls just say I’m fine
But I’m the one to blame
My sympathetic name
Is written on the paper in the hall
Monuments I’ve made a few
But they never were untrue
That’s why you’ll never get my call
You’ll never get my call
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3. |
40 Leagues
02:33
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In the ocean 40 leagues
I’m a sailor lost at sea
Leviathan inside my brain
Sending me his soft refrain
“You’ll never leave, you can’t get out!”
“You’re in the wave, the wave of doubt!”
Box me up and
Bind me in
Pay him off, my evil twin
Send me home, I’m dead to right!
Sink me down, beneath the light!
In the ocean 40 leagues
I’m a sailor lost at sea
In the ocean 40 leagues
I’m a sailor lost at sea
Briny deep inside my head
Darkness is my only bed
I can’t see, I can’t get out!
I’m gone for sure, without a doubt!
Clean my bones with kerosene
Wash them down in gasoline
Wrap me up in rags so tight!
Strike a match, set me alight!
In the ocean 40 leagues
I’m a sailor lost at sea
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4. |
Acquainted (Desire)
03:53
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I’m not acquainted with my own desire
I got a nickel
For things we lost in the fire
I can’t be trusted with my own desire
Can’t comprehend it
But I might as well try
Go through the ashes of my own desire
Try to find some meaning
In things we lost in the fire
Disconnection with my own desire
I can’t comprehend it
But I might as well try
I’m not acquainted with my own desire
I lost a fortune
But I can’t say that it’s dire
I can’t be bothered with my own desire
Can’t understand it
But I might as well try
Work through the problem of my own desire
I can drag my body underneath the wire
Disassociation with my own desire
Can’t comprehend it but I might as well try
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5. |
Portrait
02:25
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I’m gonna paint you a portrait
I’m gonna use all the colors that you gave me
Red, green, yellow, black and gold
I’ve got my palette and my easel
I’m gonna capture that emotion
That’s we’ve been feeling
But can’t quite put into words
I’ve got the lines and intention
I’ve got the shapes and invention
It’s on the canvas
But we still don’t know what it means
I’m gonna use all the colors that you gave me
Red, green, yellow, black and gold
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6. |
Fossil in the Dark
02:44
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I’m a fossil in the dark
My sockets open wide
I can’t make out the details
Only impressions
This has brought it all back to me
Low level hostility
That runs underneath
All the pleasantries
I can’t help but think
How are hard it was to find you
Years in the wilderness
Will it be that long again?
Will it ever be?
You were so callus about it all
So petty, so mean
So eager to pick my bones
And put them on display
I know that you’re a coward now
But it’s minor consolation
The light comes through my window
In slits and constellations
They paint my little room
With three different shades
I’m a fossil in the dark
With my sockets open wide
Tonight
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7. |
Bad Decisions
02:27
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You’re living on bad decisions
Making time for the wrong shit
Deciding that I’m the enemy
You haven’t thought this through
You can’t trust your own brain
It’s an unreliable resource
Criss-cross in your thoughts
Just listen to a single word I say
Your lies move you farther away
From everyone in this room
Your hands are shaking beneath the smoke
Why don’t you tell me what it is that you want?
What do you want?
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Spiral Shells Houston, Texas
EP now available
Craig Carson
(drums, vocals)
John Rose
(guitar, bass, vocals)
Photos by Christopher Newsom, artist of drawings unknown
for more information:
spiralshellsmusic @gmail.com
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