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Kind Eyes (Live Loops)
06:11
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Instrumental Track
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Artifacts (Live Loops)
06:50
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Them crooked crows chirping something wicked
They wouldn't let me back in since coz I couldn't find the ticket
Now I'm crawling on the ground with all the other crickets
I think you got a broken bone, know a man that can fix it...
She's a keeper...
Scoping out the kill while I'm soaking up the sun
Baby you can hide while ya put your rhythm on the run
Now we're shedding our skin like a beat old drum
I think you should be aware of my condition
She's a keeper...
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3. |
Tableau (Live Loops)
06:32
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Instrumental Track
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Heffalump (Live Loops)
05:47
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Backwood buckshot bitch on a butch kick-back
Belly full of bourbon and a salt lick
My wounds bittersweet honey pot
Break me off a piece of that riffraff
Rough house, need a ride home? Got a hatch back
To the bottom of a big black sea...
At the bottom of a big black sea, that's where she left the last piece of me...
I call bullshit! Bellowing the blues
Pickin' through my pockets for the penny in my shoes
Off with my head, never had much use for the damn thing anyways
Back to the top 'til we tumble to the drop
Dead of a broken heart, never saw it coming
Close to the end, then we turn around again
Never quite getting where we're going to...
Never quite getting where we're going to...
Cheap skate beat skate meatloaf double beat loaf I hate meatloaf!
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5. |
Replicant (Live Loops)
06:11
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Instrumental Track
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6. |
Yes Yes Yes (Live Loops)
07:22
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Slow rot, so sought through twig and flame
And poisoned lips to twist the pain
A sinking breath, a sweaty rain, inside a cracked and messy frame...
When once the sun was swift to shine
And faded stars remained to bleed
The light o'er space and time
A shrine to ghosts lost to the sea
A blooming heart amidst the black
A photograph that no one sees
Twixt faith and blood and artifacts
Our steps have forged the mystery
And drown, we will, inside the night
And breathe again when it retreats
For dawn is just another sight
Our days a pattern to repeat
And in my tears my verses lie in wait
To drink the sun and all it's light
And fall from out my open mouth to greet your flesh with open eyes
But every moment lived inside the past is just another passing night
The embers burned and blackened now
The empty shores the ocean dry...
And with the dawn comes old regrets
Sucking blood from out my life
And leaving me a splintered shell, frayed & fraught with fear & spite
Stand alone along that shore, the crashing waves are taking flight
As summer fades into the dusk, a sinking ship collects my sight
While weathered skin and barren bones
Are echoed in the whispered rite, for in that ancient melody
The specters poised, set to strike
The caverns carved from out my soul
The hollow filled, the embers bright
Awake my dear, awake my dear from sullen sleep
Then breathe me in and save my life...
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7. |
No No No (Live Loops)
05:04
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Instrumental Track
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8. |
Gargantuan (Live Loops)
08:14
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Instrumental Track
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I used to know you, you used to know me
We used to know each other
I used to call you, you used to call me
Now we don't call each other
You're just a stranger, I'm just a broken boy
I can't replace ya...
You're just a memory, still stuck inside of me
I can't escape ya...
'Cause every time I close my eyes, I see your face
I couldn't hideaway, hideaway...
And every time you speak my name, I feel at peace
Like I can find my way, find my way...
I used to see you, you used to see me
We used to see each other
I used to feel you, you used to feel me
We used to feel each other
I bet you're just as beautiful as the day we met
Rest assured, I'll stay this miserable 'til we meet again
'Cause every time I close my eyes, I see your face
I couldn't hideaway, hideaway...
And every time you speak my name, I feel at peace
Like I can find my way, find my way...
And every time I close my eyes, I see your face
I couldn't hideaway, hideaway...
And every time you speak my name, I feel at peace
Like I can find my way, find my way...
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10. |
An Acronym (Live Loops)
06:33
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I got a new prescription to cure an old addiction
Swallowed them fuckers whole and fell asleep
Pray-tell, what are you whispering?
I'm the only one who's listening
The fragments of an empire sinking deep...
Honestly, I'm broken, the void inside me's woken
To empty space and hollow misery
And now, I stand in silence
Hell, everyone should try this
And then we'd all know what it's like to bleed
A specter in the distance, the jukebox on the fritz
Stuck playing that old record through and through
And this used to be our song babe...
It's been such a long day, say, I could use a drink
How 'bout you?
And I'll sleep on the sofa, I won't come any closer
I'll even let you smoke my last cigar
And as the embers soften, we'll think of all we've lost
And we'll pray to wake up better than we are
I'm waiting on your answer in the company of a dancer
Who swears she put her two-weeks in today
Saved up all her money, movin' some place sunny
Where not a single soul will know her name...
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11. |
Conversion (Live Loops)
05:15
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Instrumental Track
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Everything ends, even you, even me...
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Gabriel Soriano Riverside, California
Hi. My name is Gabriel Soriano. I write, record, and perform original music. I also make killer guac.
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