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ALBUMEN

by AKODA

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1.
Another Year 04:16
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The front room Fills up With boxes of old shit I open The first one Don't recognize any of this On Sundays I call home Mom’s voice sounds alright I ask her If any more Of our pets have died And it’s still in me And she can hear it “It’s alright,” she replies to me one more time It'd be nice to believe it again Soft hands Hard face Old clothes New place Thin blood Thick brains Wet lungs Shrunk veins This heart Turns black When we look back and I see this shit just fading away again What I want And what I need These have grown To be separate things What I want And what I need All that lacks a use is something else to feed Another year Another year Another year Another year but No more fear No more fear
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Pillbox 05:24
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No windows No open shades Drafting by candlelight Don’t sleep past 8 Hey Don’t forget the bag, boy One boot heel Splintered and worn Shorn off by railroad ties The sound of the horn Hey Don’t forget the bag, boy Just lay low We can wait until the summer We can Change towns And don't speak to one another We'll give Just three days And one more squalid winter We'll make A fresh grave And a wallet full of silver, boyo Just lay low We can wait until the summer C'mon, pull down your cap Don't react to one another You know That one train And thirty feet of timber Could make A fresh start And a town bereft of sinners The vanity upstairs Check the pillbox Second drawer from the left It's what I lost Inside the pillbox, boy Is almost what you've spent Inside the pillbox, boy Is where we seal the covenant So c'mon What's in the box, boy?
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Two 02:49
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Harsh chords Bright dawn A steel frame jockey and a pair of strong arms Sharp breath Chrome hands In misty suspense this tense moment suspends Bright fear Harsh words A grinding and a clicking where his mouthparts whirr Blood heats Sweat seeps Somewhere inside my ribcage bends and weeps Four hands, one heart The forces that bring us together, tearing us apart Two brains, one skull (oh God man) Someone else's thoughts are giving me an earful One soul, one fear, one man This sofa Is uncomfortable No bedpans here For the unbreakable Tough hands in tandem Cracking crucibles Aw shit, this is bad man We sink like lead dirigibles This mantra Is unbreakable In these bad times Our faith is unmistakeable Breath in deep While we annex your albuterol Woe to all our enemies Decaying in their cubicles Sorry service, poorly redressed Sorry service, poorly redressed Spewing helium, splitting canvas perineum Broken rostrums, burning ad nauseum Burning Burning Burning Burning Merging Merging Merging Merging Burning Burning Burning Burning
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Chloe the Shore and the Sea 05:43
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The tides salt her knees Her thighs blush in the breeze And the ocean Rejects her pleas, silently and as the sun slides itself to sleep she says... "Please… Hold me… I’m afraid and I'm lonely..." Chloe digs both hands through the eddies Through sand and broken cowries And they band so slowly 'round her thin white snowy arms and tighten The silt shuts out the night She softly dabs her eyes and cries And Chloe neglects to spy The way the jetty juts now so proud out through the lacquer black of the water that's stretching all around her She’s afraid Is the shore her only friend? and as as the sunlight meets its end she says... "Please… Hold me… I'm afraid and fucking lonely…" Chloe She sinks her naked body Through the lank entrails of seaweed And recedes beneath the freezing seas and empty skies And as her flesh warms layers of pulverized rock and glass and shells of long-dead mollusks, the shore swells swells swells swells The shore shines wet all day and yet keeps the sea at bay; How could she forget the way it was set against the surf's spray? The foam beads sweat Washing all the old regrets away As she sinks the depths Sinks in her somnambulant sway Those azure jets blot out the gray Those azure jets blot out the gray Of every other day
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The Waste 07:52
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No Calm / No QTR 05:32
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Our public appearances are getting out of sync Friends are pulling two, maybe three jobs just to make ends meet There are sirens in my head and irons in my feet I'd love to catch a show with you but goddamn am I beat The whiskey's not quite as sweet And this shit's just a bit off beat Is this all not what I want? Is 'just making do' this empty? And the singer’s off-key And all of the drinks are too sweet Is this a different life Than what it's supposed to be? So So Saturday is what's left, alright? We could grab a couple of drinks after your shift tonight We could gossip about everyone we miss And this is life now No calm No quarter The feeling is mutual, In the way the weeks proceed We once grew like a garden, yeah, now we all just sprawl like weeds Now we’re trying to rally but we're running out of steam We’ve been running on empty, yo we’ve been running low on dreams A tangent of enthalpy Flickers across my face But a few chords of apathy Can bend it right back into place When the fruit's all half as sweet And the plow shatters all of the seeds Is this just some barren place? Is this how it's supposed to be? Every day has a rhythm like every day before Every night is a circle Ending at my door She's been calling a while now, I can hear her lose her voice Turns out progress is optional, turns out decay is a choice So this time, let’s burn the whole forest down—it’s diseased 'Cause in time we can find a better way to plant all these trees And I’m fine with no sign of another chance to leave ‘Cause I’ve got no mercy now No calm No quarter No bullshit now No calm No quarter No bullshit now No calm No quarter

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released March 11, 2017

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