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Paneloux
04:18
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We must count every sliver of beauty
Every tissue left unscarred
As we build tombs, salting the wounds
Of this mutilated world
But there’s another voice that calls me
It’s more like industrial hum
A lullaby for tired eyes
That says, “come taste this white noise oblivion”
I’m not trying to cure anything
I’m just reaching for the cup
I’m trying, I’m just trying
to give a fuck
Dead rats line the beaches
Dead rats all through the streets
It’s all around, my hometown
Everyone’s turning up with the same disease
But the band keeps on playing
As the ship begins to sink
And the wine turns back into saltwater
But the party goes on as we start to drink
the grapes on your vine are rotting
And your wells are all drying up
And I’m trying, I’m still trying
Just to give a fuck
You built walls around the city
But your quarantine keeps everyone in
The plague does not discriminate
Between the wicked and the innocent
That poison tree you planted long ago
Is now bearing fruit
It’s your children who mus taste the curse
When your chickens come home to roost
I cry out, “please end this suffering”
But the howls never let up
I’m wondering if anyone
up there gives a fuck
I stayed up all night praying
For some sort of relief
While my brothers in the parish
Were so peaceful in their sleep
Everything or nothing,
we must choose to accept
While fevers rise like ocean tides
We’ve got everything and nothing to repent
But I’m in the bathroom coughing
In my hands are specks of blood
And I’m trying, I’m still trying
to even give a fuck
Yeah I’m trying, I’m still trying
Just to give a fuck
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2. |
After the Earthquake
03:19
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After the earthquake, there was so much we left behind
Buried in the rubble, buried in the wreckage of time
I stood on the edge of park and twelth
Breathed in the dust where my childhood fell
I knew I could make myself into anything worth being
Whether Carver, Cohen, or Caden Cotard
I wore out poses faster than strings on my guitar
Every road was open and mine to take
Somehow i ended up repeating same mistakes
Until there was nobody left that I even felt like being
I chased a phantom chord until I ended back up where I began
Old plank-eyed friends were ready to count up all my sins
Once I dug that knife out of my back
I used it to carve myself a new path
Far away from the cracked foundation I was finally seeing
Past the concrete
Past the calcified
Past the bones and the sinews
Past the bloodlines
It's December 22nd, now 9 years later
but it's got the same old incinerator
The world didn't end so I'm pruning that tree
I'm cutting off every dead limb I see
In my hand is the the knife that I’m always sharpening
With the very stone that I long ago willed into being
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3. |
Don't Turn Me Away
03:38
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I’ve been a fool
I’ve been remiss
This is how it feels, to stop believing in your own myth
When you strip off the gold paint
I'm old and rusty, it’s true
I’m busted up and I’m limping
I’m begging this of you
If you see me today, if you see me today
Don’t turn me away
I need a friend
I need a phone
I need a compass and map, I need to chart my way home
I just want to hang with you
In the back of the van
Listening to our friends' bands
Without a care or a plan
If you see me today, If you see me today
Don’t turn me away
Sketches in my pocket, never add up
To anything more than a timeline, but maybe that’s enough
I go outside
To commune with the trees
I lay on my back and I wait for my epiphany
But nothing ever comes to me
It’s just dirt on my skin
I go back to the city
And tomorrow I’ll try again
But if you see me today, if you see me today
Please don’t turn me away
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4. |
Can't Shake
05:00
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I tried to flood it
With a deluge of borrowed lines
And I tried to quote my way out of trouble
Your words were tendrils,
And your voice like a vine
With every song I become more entangled
I can’t shake
I can’t shake it
I can’t shake this feeling
Every lost cavern was ours to explore
For 3 days, cut off from the world outside
Like teenagers lost in the catacombs
We emerge rail-thin and barely alive
I can’t shake
I can’t shake it
I can’t shake this feeling
When we met it was more like a collision
I felt bones break, and I felt the incision
You left me stumbling, sick eyed and dazed
Trying to keep my guts from spilling on the sidewalk outside the Circle-K
I can’t shake this foggy path, this morning gloom
I can’t shake the spilled salt stars, the onion moon
I can’t shake from slipping back into solipsism
How do I know if you are real, or just a howling apparition?
When you kiss my eyelids closed,
Give me back my namelessness,
A borrowed heart, a naive tongue
And an outstretched, endless horizon
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5. |
Trust Darkness
04:02
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Trust darkness, when she lowers her veil
Let those glowing cat eyes illuminate your trail
Step outside your shelter, step into the gale
When she lowers her veil,
Trust darkness
Magic and the quotidian, they sleep side by side
Born from the same pirouetting double helix untied
And if you let it, the moon can rip you open wide
They sleep side by side,
Magic and the quotidian
When your band breaks up
When you imagine Sisyphus
And that rock rolls down the hill again
When your little day dreams die
Naked in blinding light
But the night still feels soft upon your skin
You must roll that rock again, at least for rock and roll
For every clanging chord that shook your soul
Or what’s left of it when you’re down in that hole
At least for rock and roll,
You must roll that rock again
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Kevin Coons California
Kevin Coons is a singer+songwriter from Nipomo, CA
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