1. |
Neutral
03:17
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Fingers glued to 101 keys
Khaki and beige, and illuminated screens
Dodge Neon take me to the cul-de-sac
With creaky screen doors and Newport cigarettes
Idle minds
Idle minds
Idle minds
Idle minds
Idle minds
Idle minds
Idle minds
Idle, idle
Woah, Woah
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2. |
Sterile
03:55
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A mother wonders off, in pursuit to find her son
And keeps her stance, and keeps him clean
She’s finally had it, her quiet company
Her smoke leaves, she can’t keep it quiet
Let him out, let him
Speak to him
Speak to him
Speak to him
Speak to him
He won’t know
His idle mind buried inside
A mother calls to anyone, anyone, to any
Father licks his wounds, his eyes are wearing out
He’s a room kept open, with dust inside
Let him out, let him out
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3. |
Pay
06:16
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Then the locks changed on my lover's house
And I’m breaking in to find
Her speaking to herself
And she’s screaming I can’t outlive my mind
And all the crows line up on the porch
Sulfur rains from the sky
And the porch begins to stir
Moths escape their beaks, all of them singing
It’s the end of the world
But everything is so beautiful and right
Candles light her room,
She’s crying and laughing
She begs me to please come home,
I’m choking
I am restless, crippled by fear
Things are so much different
And clocks are carved into trees
Everyone at 4:15
And everything is so silent
Candles light her room,
She’s crying and laughing
She begs me to please come home,
I’m choking
Am I paying for my sins?
Am I paying for my sins?
Am I paying for my sins?
I am paying for my sins
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4. |
Dim
04:05
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Hollowed hearts are getting used to the room
Happy birthday, they’d like to hear your voice
Saying their prayers to bring him back
It’s no use anymore, no it’s no use anymore
His hospital bed’s on fire, and he’s fast asleep
Jesus picking out all his friends, and showing them the embers
It’s no use anymore, no it’s no use anymore
Oh just put him to rest
Oh just put him to rest
Nothing seems to fix this
Shadows crawling at his sheets
Morphine is kicking in
Solution is overdue, solution is overdue
Oh just put him to rest
Oh just put him to rest
It’s time to make a choice
What is the price he pays, the path he takes
Just let him go, just let him go
Oh just put him to rest
Oh just put him to rest, just put him to rest
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5. |
"F"
07:29
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I dreamed of flowers covering the city skyline
They help me breathe, but have no use to you
A flood is coming to wash them away
Rain begins to fall, with all the voices of my past
I hear the sound of my father’s sigh, you were gone before this
Everything begins to wilt at the sound of his voice
I never thought I’d go like this, you never do
But I’ve been asleep for thirteen months
But you are so sure that you can adjust
Please take me back
I want to stay
So all I’ve done
Won’t be washed away
Say I’m worth the cost
But you’re silent, so silent
Pull me in, don’t let me go
But you don’t move
And you never have
I hear the water calling for me, it calls and calls and calls for me
So it all meant nothing, every promise, every word, let it go to black, let it mean nothing
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Good Bueno Memphis, Tennessee
Memphis native four-piece Good Bueno has placed their mark in the local Memphis scene as a loud, emotional indie-rock act. Their debut album "For Months" launched them into the community as a dynamic outfit with memorable live performances.
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