1. |
Four Chambers
03:22
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I’m swimming through your arteries
I can barely breathe
in the cavities
of your wisdom teeth
but I can always feel the blood running through
the four chambers of your beating heart
A faint light shining through
all of your open wounds
When you hold your breath
We’re both closer to death
at least for a minute or two
Oh the crack of your neck when you turn your head
there’s a sticky dark pool of blood in your bed
I’m swimming through your arteries
I don’t wanna leave your anatomy
I am the insanity of an incurable disease
I live in the rats an in the fleas
A faint light shining through
All of your open wounds
when you hold your breath
we’re both closer to death
at least for a minute or two
Oh the crack of your neck when you turn your head
there’s a sticky dark pool of blood in your bed
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2. |
Kafka
03:46
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Here are some things that I’ve been
thinking a lot about since then
A blue-hued figure in the corner
overlooking everything
Hunger was our hero
Hunger was our home
My body is aging
but my mind is still a newborn baby,
greeted by a cruel and fluorescent ceiling
Why is everything always too much
Why is everything never enough
I read a paperback ‘Kafka On The Shore’ in the car
I haven’t gotten that far into the story yet
I’m trying to get into reading again
I read one line and had to reread it a fourth time
not feeling entertained
I haven’t touched anyone like that since then
I had a lover, but we were never friends
Why is everything always too much
Why Is everything never enough
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3. |
Exquisite Bliss
03:29
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I know I’m too soft
But I’ve tried hard at being hard enough
I still bruise so easily
Like a fuzzy peach fallen from its tree
big blue abrasion
lone heart calculating:
am I out of sync with you?
I only think of you
I only think of you
Could I deserve this
exquisite bliss
The crinkle at the corner of your eyes
I have a feeling
However fleeting
that this is real and you are mine
You caught me jump
on the bed in our first hotel room
I’m amused so easily
It’s one of the things that you love about me
heavy exhalation
blue heart levitating
How can I feel so safe with you
and yet feel so defenseless around you
Could I deserve this
exquisite bliss
The crinkle at the corner of your eyes
I have a feeling
However fleeting
that this is real and you are mine
Could I deserve this
I feel your smile through a kiss
the crinkle at the corner of your eyes I have a feeling
However fleeting
that this is real and you are mine
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4. |
Sake of Simplicity
03:05
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A raging torrent, a gentle stream
are there no restful places for me
it seems there are no healthy in-betweens
I’m either falling
or I am in a dream
For the the sake of simplicity
I’ll skip the usual gimmickry
so, yes I do take creamer in my coffee
I’m always two steps behind of who I’m supposed to be
Yet another river burst its banks on new years eve
I’m not gonna procrastinate
or be fooled by my own misbeliefs
this year I’ll keep a journal
and write down all the days
that I’m not panicked
when I am unafraid,
then maybe I’ll be okay
I’ll be okay
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5. |
Myself Misspelled
04:45
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I’m straightening my back
to let my posture speak for me
I am put together,
I’m my own kind of pretty
Don’t you think?
I’m growing out my bangs now
They’re in that awkward middle phase
My skin keeps breaking out,
I gotta stop picking at my face
Don’t you think?
Don’t you think?
“I was always good at bullshitting people
into believing that I'm showing myself”
It really is important to double-check your captions
to make sure they’re not misspelled.
Don’t you think?
Don’t you think?
Actually, I wasn’t gonna drink this week
But then, what are you gonna do
when you get a group text that reads
‘So where do we meet later on tonight’?
What do you think?
What do you think?
What do you think?
Myself Misspelled
Did I mistake happiness for having fun?
There’s always that indifference that I'm trying to outrun
If I can’t be seen by someone
Then I want to be seen by everyone
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Brimheim Malmö, Sweden
Crafting lyricism with candid veracity, Brimheim’s brand of indie rock provides the unexpected
yet catchy.
Articulate phrases run their nails along her day-to-day attempts to decipher the ‘how to’ of happiness. Naturally, an underlying current of anxiety undulates throughout, but occasional flowerings of hope and humor offer a welcome and
contrasting fragrance.
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