New Weird Asheville, Vol. III

by SWAMPING

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Album Art by Luke Puke

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released 02 December 2012
© SWAMPING, 2012

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Track Name: Morbids - Emily Dickinson
See the bowl of red,
From the hole you made?
Good intent;
Let’s bury the dead.

You don’t want to talk
About the disconnect
Between the things we say
And the way we act.

So... Let’s throw our money in the street,
Watch the paper beats—
Rocks foundation,
Scissors’ creation.

Rip apart the joke,
Turn it upside down,
Feet will run,
Heads will drown.

Can’t you tell we’re just moths to flame?
Our body’s burning but we like the pain of it.
So sick of lovers waiting back at home—
We know what it’s like to be alone...
Track Name: Chorus House - White Box
as if following the line of the dive
i know i can afford to take it right
cause my box is white and quieting will come alive
i'll stall him and steal her
piling moss without dimming the lines between us
got so much lust left in us
i never learned to level
who ran willingly when you're quieting me?

going to fall down and fall down
embarrassed that you caught me by throwing yourself
i'm going to find you but never this early
i just let you pass through the colors that you add to me
i want to crawl in and never come out
but these men come and they just hurl me
like i left the smell on my neck

threw down the window
walked past the wrinkle
the dive never binds us
i grew up to be the first one to like you
i saw you looking at the same thing
i rarely see it easy
i ran willingly

this is how you wring your clothes in the summer
this how you bring back the summer

forget there was a laugh there
you know you my state
one as a gift from it all
this is how you wring
forget there was a laugh there
you know you my state
i just live in embarrassment
because all i remember is waking to you screaming
i never was a relic