1. |
White Powder, Red Can
04:00
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Don’t say
What I wanna hear, ’cause you know I haven’t done a thing
To fix myself or change or love you
I break
At least three times before I notice anything
I’m sorry that I’m nothing
You’ve got the fire, I’ve got the doubt
All I ever do is put you out
It’s lonely
But I chose it
I’ve got the powder, I’ve got the can
I am dissolving in your hands
You open
When I’m closing
Draw me in your charcoals, black and white
Or paint me like the gods that we used to see in movies
When darkness was just absence of the light
And not some living presence that hollowed me out so you see right through me
Oh, glory, light up the night now
I’m only spiraling into disarray
And you want to follow me down, don’t waste your time
You’re holding fire in a lighthouse
My sword’s inside of me, but you aren’t to blame
All because I’m hollowing out but I’m alive
Nothing
Could be more regrettable than how I run away
From every single healing moment
Honest
I wanna be your savior, maybe some other day
But right now I am nothing
You were the first, I come in last
Over the limit and gone too fast
I’m nowhere
Don’t go there
I am a fire out of control
You’re holding out a hand to hold
You don’t care
And that’s no fair
Draw me in your charcoals, black and white
Or paint me like the gods that we used to see in movies
When darkness was just absence of the light
And not some living presence that hollowed me out so you see right through me
Oh, glory, light up the night now
I’m only spiraling into disarray
And you want to follow me down, don’t waste your time
You’re holding fire in a lighthouse
My sword’s inside of me, but you aren’t to blame
All because I’m hollowing out but I’m alive
Anything in here is good enough to make me feel hollow
I’m abandoning anything that you’d want to follow
Oh, glory, light up the night now
I’m only spiraling into disarray
And you want to follow me down, don’t waste your time
You’re holding fire in a lighthouse
My sword’s inside of me, but you aren’t to blame
All because I’m hollowing out but I’m alive ///
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2. |
Skinned Knees
03:39
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Cry if you want to, 'cause I don't care if you drop dead
There's something on my shoulder and it makes it kind of hard to forget
I wish I was sedated
And could be apathetic
It's sad, pathetic
But instead I feel
I think that our fate is
About as set as my jaw is
It's time to cut all my losses
So you have nothing left to steal
Because you stole too many of my thoughts and too much of my time
Cry if you want to, 'cause I don't care if you drop dead
There's something on my shoulder and it makes it kind of hard to forget
I will hold onto everything that you might regret
There's a red mark on my halo 'cause someone's aiming right at my head
This is a waste of my time
It's all so pathetic
Nothing is copacetic
I'm hurting and I'm drained
My head feels like a skyline
All around and above me
So don't you dare think you're lovely
Your conscience won't remain unstained
Because I'm bleeding deep into your thoughts, so just keep me in mind
Cry if you want to, 'cause I don't care if you drop dead
There's something on my shoulder and it makes it kind of hard to forget
I will hold onto everything that you might regret
There's a red mark on my halo 'cause someone's aiming right at my head
I am a mushroom cloud, I am a tidal wave
I am the beautiful destruction that you cannot save
If you wanted hurt, if you wanted hate
I'll be the monster to your hero, yeah, I know my fate
(Repeat 2x)
Cry if you want to, 'cause I don't care if you drop dead
There's something on my shoulder and it makes it kind of hard to forget
I will hold onto everything that you might regret
There's a red mark on my halo and bullets raining down on my head ///
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If I cut my skin and peeled it off my muscles
Would there be someone underneath I like?
If I wore my target in between my shoulders
Would your god raise up a bolt and strike?
If I changed my name
To something more traditional
Would it change the way
Your love seems so conditional?
If my rage won’t save my life
Will my indignation
Raise the asking price?
I give up
You’re off somewhere that’s brighter, lighting candles, pulling threads
But I’m just blowing smoke at the stained glass in my head
YEAH!
If I gave my money for your tinted windows
Would you roll them down and let me in?
If I filled your plate and paid for all your dress clothes
Would you wash my robes and hide my sins?
If I stayed up late
And watched for you by candlelight
Would you raise my face
And put your wounded hand in mine?
If I wrote out all my thoughts and painted my dreams
Would I learn to talk to this stranger in me?
It’s all in my head and despite all my screams
This bastard in my brain won’t sing me to sleep
I woke up this morning kinda wishing I were dead
It looks like someone poisoned all the wine and ate the bread
And you’re off somewhere that’s brighter, lighting candles, pulling threads
But I’m just blowing smoke at the stained glass in my head
YEAH!
YEAH!
YEAH!
(You tear down what I’m bleeding out)
(I’m worn down and I need you now)
You tear down what I’m bleeding out
I’m worn down and I need you now
I break down and I’m bleeding out
Oh God, do I need you now
YEAH!
YEAH!
YEAH!
You tear down what I'm bleeding out
(You tear down, I'm bleeding out)
I'm worn down and I need you now
(I'm worn down, I need you now)
But I’m just blowing smoke at the stained glass in my head…yeah ///
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4. |
Don't Shoot (Me Down)
04:18
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Summer is over
But you wouldn’t know it, so long
You wanna steal my thunder
And silence my song
Out of the cobwebs
I’m drunk
But not far from you
Give me a myriad
Of reasons to be less confused
And you wanna laugh at me; I’m a mess
But I’m painted almost gold
The stoplights all are burning out
But no change has shown
And you wanna shoot me down ’til I’m dead
But I’m safer on the road
The clock is all but running out
On my way back home
And now that I’m away
You want me
Breathing deeply as you push me under
It’s not just the two of us in this room
But I’ve been
Glaring at you like it’s us alone; sometimes I wonder
What was I holding
In my head
That blocked me from seeing?
Every time I try to tell anyone what you did, it doesn’t seem worth repeating
And you wanna laugh at me; I’m a mess
But I’m painted almost gold
The stoplights all are burning out
But no change has shown
And you wanna shoot me down ’til I’m dead
But I’m safer on the road
The clock is all but running out
On my way back home
[Sexy sax solo] ///
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5. |
Now We're Even
03:24
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Trying to be distant
Never works, it never works
In a sudden instant
I’m overwhelmed and I’m hurt
I wanna hold out, run out, tell you to get out
Push you away
Then beg you to stay
Destroy your emotions and make you feel broken
As if to say
“Now we’re even”
Trying to be distant
Never works, it doesn’t work
In a sudden instant
I hate that I made you hurt
I wanna hold you, grab you, fall down and pull you
Into my bed
Let you hold my head
You heal my emotions, bring me back from broken
As if you had said
“Now we’re even”
The tumult in me might be slowing down
But the vertigo will never go away
When you aren’t with me, I will hope to drown
A hollow heart is holier than anything we say
Our golden past is broken glass from times we’ve gone astray
There’s bullets in my mattress; you killed me where I lay
If you’re nothing more than liminal, then I’ll be on my way
Hold me
I’m not okay
Hold me
I'm not okay
[Sweet guitar solo] ///
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OK Koala Nashville, Tennessee
Warmly cathartic pop-punk/alternative band from Nashville, currently composed of Logan Flanagan, Carter Tarr, Rose Berry, and Caison Rogers
Debut album out now!
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