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teenage nihilism
05:08
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this is my eternal reprise
the songs of early april
the chirps of early birds
with morning fog in my brain
i can't hear them at all
i walk up and down
the same roads
every single day
has started to feel the same
i dont want to
wake up or go
outside, oh please
i dont really wanna be here
i dont want to
(oh whatever)
i wanted to move so fast
now i wanna stop dead in my tracks
i wish i could be done with it
i guess ill just go the long way round
they want me to look happy
so ill just bite my tongue and smile
i feel destringed
i feel as if i had no voice
if this doesnt kill me
itll just leave me wounded
i really need to grow
but how can i here on my own
its something i dont want to
but really i know i have to
new year same shame
for not dealing with what im afraid
when im walking down the street
i feel danger right behind me
i cant fear what i cant hear
ill shatter my eardrums but i wont fear
i cant fear what i can see
if i stare at the sky theres nothing in front of me
ill hide behind these lyrics
of songs i made when i was 17
i dont want to
wake up or go
outside, oh please
i dont really wanna be here
i want to feel as if im asleep
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2. |
leviathan
05:49
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i cannot escape the fate that i await
so this is where ill wait
at the end of my teenage
the food i ate
no longer tastes the same
the good i hated
no longer tasted the same
the winter is ending
and the days are getting longer
but we just get more time to waste
the seconds slip away
out my fingers and my hands
i thought id have more time to waste
but time just moves so fast
and ive got to decide
the directions i will go
in what genre do i wanna be alone
the event, horizon
of adulthood looming over my teenage self
the mouth, agape
of leviathan getting ready to swallow me whole
youre on a tiny paper barge
and yoiure scared of leviathan
who for you awaiuts
but you dont dare take the plunge
but the boat's sinking either way
so what do you do now
do you brace yourself
or do you cherish the moment
im gazing at my future
through a foggy windshield
and i cant see the trucks blinding lights
right in front of me
to be hit by one
would be a stroke of luck
(im just a deer in headlights)
but time just moves so fast
and ive got to decide
the directions i will go
in what genre do i wanna be alone
the event, horizon
of adulthood looming over my teenage self
the bright, lights
of a truck headed just my way
flee the town, look at you, wasnt that easy to do
flee the town, look at you, please just tell me what to do
the event, horizon
of adulthood looming over my teenage self
the mouth, agape
of leviathan getting ready to swallow me whole
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3. |
john doe
03:17
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i will keep the world at arms length
i can handle it on my own
why should i burden you with my thoughts
when i can just talk myself
(you dont know me)
my eyes they fail to meet theirs
but who really cares
i dont think youd like me any better
if you truly knew who i am
well many times i do speak
but it feels like you arent listening
whenever im invited to stuff
id rather be alone
even when we're all together
i feel no joy at all
im just up in my head
a pensar que fiz algo mal
ive been told im smiling much more
i guess ive gotten at pretending
you dont know me, though
you can call me john doe
(you dont know me)
my eyes they fail to meet theirs
but who really cares
i dont think youd like me any better
if you truly knew who i am
well many times i do speak
but it feels like you arent listening
whenever im invited to stuff
id rather be alone
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4. |
lonely black cat
03:58
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no, i
i dont wanna talk
especially now
leave me alone
im so good at vanishing
no reason to linger round (but thats okay)
ill sit here
quietly
so dont mind me
i wanna find
a hidden place
where i
can hardly feel my breath
they, play
like happy puppies
but i couldnt care
any less
im living as a timid black cat
no reason to linger round (but thats okay)
ill sit here
quietly
so dont mind me
i wanna find
a hidden place
i dont wanna try to fit in
i will slip away
as it seems
i will never properly communicate
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5. |
bruises
04:43
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i used to fall and cry
flinching at someone just was holding up their arm
i soon realized
we're just bags of blood
and were set to burst
so i always feared the worst
even if it wasnt serious
you could bet on my tears
to make giant storms
in small paper cups
the one thing i could count on
was my father telling me
stop being a sissy son"
you bleed yourself out
something to write a sad song about
you used to fall cry
but you dont even get bruises anymore
now im careful with my steps
i barely even fall
now i just create walls
timid full of self defense
paired with a demeanor
and a resting bitch face
now im close to adulthood
but in reality
im a lonely touch starved child
trying to pretend they're not
you bleed yourself out
something to write a sad song about
you used to fall cry
but you dont even get bruises anymore
now i explore fake sorrows
im to careful to even experience
in the form of long for msongs
emotionally fraudulent works of art
these walls are umbrelas for my feelings
but if i walk alone in the rain
the sky will do the crying for me
in reciprocity
(epic guitar solo)
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6. |
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everything i do ends up being mediocre
so by the time it starts, i feel like its already over
theres nothing more worthless
than teenage poetry
these words dont mean very much
(is that okay with you)
i write down what i hide
"im sad well" thats easy to say
i just wish i had more metaphors to convey
when i scribble some lines, they never take any shape
when i look at my poems i feel disapointment and hate
i can settle for second best
in a one man competition
against my own inneptitude
i keep trying and trying
but i can never figure the proportions out
at this point i just wanna get this out
it feels like playing jigsaw with pieces i dont have
i am not a poet, im just a boy holding a pen
i wanna communicate how hard this is for me
creating metaphors analogies for my human condition
so here im left to depict an archetypal failed artist
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7. |
(broken strings)
01:38
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8. |
body horror
05:54
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a triangle flowing in non euclydian motion
(os vertices ad nauseam)
it treads through my dreams, plaguing me
i am responsive but not awake
as concepts become things
polygons upon polygons
an incomprehensible cosmic aparatus
and it weighs down on me
(it weighs ad nauseam)
november night
i can feel the nausea of an entire lifetime downing on me in the next moment - but it never comes
i feel so hot i cant go to sleep
blankets weight me down to the bottom of the sea
(it burns ad nauseam)
i can feel the accumulated pressure
my ear bursts
as my throat floods with salty waters
(body horror ad nauseam)
i am half alive
and it aches
like jolts of pain
and freezing cold
weighing down on me
ill forget to breathe
(i cannot breathe ad nauseam)
i feel like if i go to sleep now, im going to die
ill choke on my spit and die
as i eat into my own lungs
i can feel the walls of my throat cave in - suffocation
i am half alive
and it aches
like jolts of pain
and freezing cold
weighing down on me
(whines ad nauseam)
the detestable feeling of my body failing me
fearing a self destruct
whatever my mind thinks is the new culprit to my encroathing demise
tonights autodiagnosed ailment that isnt probable, but just likely enough
an anxiety-born anxiety birther
corporal punishment for my worries
fleeting thoughts, premonitions of death
body horror
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the midnight blues
dark thoughts your mind conjured
you cast your hook too far
now you cant reel it back
(something went wrong ad nauseam)
it came to a point
you could only hear the waves crashing
in your head
and nobody
could hear you drifting away
did you feel the ocean breeze
what was it like feeling the waves crashing
(on you)
you let yourself
fall to the sea
drowned by awful memories
now creatures
feed on your flesh
at the bottom of the sea
i dont know how many times
youve drowned
in my head
so to say
"i miss you"
i wrote you this tune
you have no fins
you have no ends
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10. |
penguin suicide
16:22
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i find a confort in the cold
but im shivering too much
i never had anyone to warm me up
so now im taking off alone
my cold hands my solemn demise
my cold breath a winterborn forest fire
my frigid hands they shatter and break at your touch
the cold hits my skin
the cold heats my skin
the clouds of smoke
out my ragged breath
they stop coming out
like a stomped out cigarette
im used to the cold now
its getting harder to
lift my feet off the ground
and every step is getting harder
i love the way the wind blows
like a wall of noise making me deaf
there's this thing about people
they never run out of excuses to smile
but im going far away
and you wont see me for a little while
i've always felt like shit
i could never find a reason to smile
if only just to fake it
but you wont see me for a good while
the wind's gone silent
things have gotten bleak
no water to
even weep
i feel stinging dots
in my face
from shaving cuts
and waiting for this fade
for weeks i havent had
a day where i didnt get midnight feeling sad
i watch cats play around
they're more interesting than us
they dont feel shame or empathy
or any other human complex
this world is painfully saturated
for someone as bleak as me
raindrops fall right on top of me
fog so thick i cant even see
mood's so fucked its black as ink
brainfogs so thick i cant even think
am i old enough
for melancholy
i have what i want
but not what i need
there's this thing about people
they never run out of excuses to smile
but im going far away
and you wont see me for a little while
i've always felt like shit
i could never find a reason to smile
if only just to fake it
but you wont see me for a good while
im a lone penguin running through
an arctic tundra im not home to
the light at the end of the tunnel's dim
how much longer can you run
your footsteps sound in the snow
how much longer can you run
how much longer can you run x2
i know it hurts
but you just have to take the next step
(ad infinitum)
[is there such thing as insanity among penguins
i try to avoid the definition of insanity or derangement
i dont mean that a penguin might believe he or she is lenin or napoleon bonaparte
but could they just go crazy because they had enough of their colony
(...)
uhh, well, ive never seen a penguin bashing its head against a rock
uhm, they do get disoriented - they end up in places they shouldnt be in, a long way from the ocean
(...)
these penguins are all heading to the open water to the right
but one of them caught our eye, the one in the centre
who would neither go torwards the feeding grounds at the edge of the ice nor return to the colony
shortly afterwards, we saw him headed straight for the mountains
some 70km away
(...)
stand still and let him go on his way
(...)
he is heading towards certain death]
they want an encore
but i think i'm ready to leave
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