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A Kindling, of Sorts
01:56
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2. |
Cold
02:35
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when the feeling leaves you
it moves so slow
like the loose change from your front pocket
you don't even feel it go
when the bitter creeps in
to bite you whole
a spectre unreflected, oh
it keeps you cold
when you keep your linens
like virgin snow
like a blanket of white
unbroken by the soil below
the sound don’t carry
won’t rise or fall
it damps the racket, chokes it back
a strangle hold (awoo)
well, you paved your Hades
with precious stone
made an heirloom to patricians and the
rich alone
and the toll for crossing
I'd owe Charon
would atrophy a half of me
the heart of gold
well, I’m not quite ready
to turn to bone
to petrify the shred of life
I’m holding onto
there’s no peace to upset
that spirit’s flown
this ossified philosophizing’s
getting old
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3. |
Lapis Lazuli
03:54
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I don’t mean to speak so collectively
I know I don’t make it easy
to even wanna hear it
what can I say, what can I say, what can I say
the more I recite it
the more you wanna fight it
the more my language is sounding fabricated
but if there’s one thing I know
it’s either the growing is slow
or it cuts to the bone
moving too quickly
so I’ll keep half of my words in my mouth
let the syllables fall out
at a steady trickling
I’ll be your roof caving in
you don’t know what you don’t know yet
yeah, I go on forgetting it
don’t you go on forgetting it, too
don’t you go on forgetting it
I don’t mean to speak so intrusively
I know I don’t make it easy
to even wanna see it
nothing old, nothing new
but if there’s two things I know
it’s that the sky looked white and the water like wine
when I first met you
but somewhere along the line
Rayleigh scattered across my eye
and I found her blue
yeah, I found her blue
I must have found a new cone in my eye
what other lapis lazuli was hiding
behind my color blindness
what did I miss, what did I miss, what did I miss
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4. |
Rose
03:16
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wars are raising for her
crusades to adore her
the light of your afterword
are you losing her true nature
when you loosen nomenclature
when you gift another moniker?
what’s true is like a sickle
it’ll cut you to the middle
that your rose is without a thorn
but no, my mouth don’t taste of metal
from the pot here to the kettle
I think we got a lot we gotta learn
and even though by any other name
her scent would linger sweetly, all the same
call her briar long enough
and you’ll tangle up the true and the fable
your dowry isn’t fooling
the pyrite is showing through
it won’t buy you that empty tomb
and no alchemic incantation
for a counterfeit salvation
can appease your leviathan groom
no, love’ll get you slaughtered
like a ram at the altar
what is safe ain’t the same as what is good
so lay compress to the aching
of your body made for breaking
we’ve got a lot of breaking left to do
‘cause even under any other creed
the crucifix and the hangman - they both agree
change comes so cheaply
for those of us already at the table
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6. |
Boreas
03:30
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with my back on the floor
cold linoleum icing my growing pains
watch the ceiling fan turn its shape again
my threads are coming loose
yeah, I’m one spoon away
from setting the ends of my hair on fire
if I’m kindling for a little while
at least I’d feel of use
maybe then my breath could embody
a wildfire starting
I’d sweep up the forest floor
and my body breathe life into the corners
be a darker soil
making lists, folding laundry,
keeping tidy with my radio show
I’d be lying if I told you
I’m keeping tidy anymore
yeah, I swing from believing
that maybe my working will all pay off
to considering drinking with Molotov
I’m halfway out the door
promise me that you’ll start
where I end
and I promise to give you everything
that I am
we’ll go on and on and on again
in the end, all I hope for
is to be a bit of warmth for you
when there’s not a lot warmth left
to go around
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7. |
Glowing
03:39
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in the end, I’m feeling
more and more
there won’t be any end
no ice walls
no frozen firmament
to clearly define
the corners and lines
of a divine invention
so paper-thin
you see right through it
but I bet
when you can’t find an edge
by a map half-written
it could feel like the end
to have to keep going
the inkwells
of prophecy
and cartography
dried up long ago
they’re hoarse from speaking
of our studied hesitation
to shoulder the weight
of our bad-behaving
when Atlas shrugs,
whose back is breaking?
and I know
how it feels to the hands
heavy as the heavens
a weight that could fold you
to keep holding
well, you’ll stand
like you stood as a babe
tugging at the house plants
all on your own
honest and truly
you’ll rise like land
pulled up at the sound of some strange commandment
a moon alight
reflecting fully
and I guess
it would feel like rebirth
out of some kind of dying
to see yourself so glowing
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The Oh Hellos San Marcos, Texas
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The Oh Hellos began in a cluttered
bedroom, where siblings Maggie and Tyler Heath recorded their self-titled EP in 2011. In the fall of 2012, the sibling duo released their debut full-length record Through the Deep, Dark Valley, an album full of regret and redemption, which they wrote, recorded, produced, mixed, and mastered themselves.
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