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Man About Nothing
01:29
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an ocean for a smoking chair i'm stinking in this state i'm into nothing more than anything could be, while sweeping up the pennies found a canine tooth to me it's more the fortune, the relics of our aging bodies, primitive and cultured, governed by this strange inertia, and that is something for the man about nothing, considering this sleeping open up your eyes just breathe in something, something, more than nothing.
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Whale Eye
04:09
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i was passed out on a white horse when you noticed, i'd been digging, burying leaves where the hole is, now i ride, let my fantasies play out before your eyes, let me die, don't mistake my earth and breath for milk and sky, pray for rain, read me blind, wrapped in arms that measure time, take my hands off the wheel, let me go to let me feel, there's no difference, into a plot we are all sinking, i'm a tin can washing the oil off a snakeskin, now i lie, cozy 'neath the weight of moons and satellites, rub your eyes, clear your throat and memorize the one you like, pray for rain, read me blind, wrapped in arms that measure time, take my hands off the wheel, let me go to let me feel, i'm a swamp of thorns and pillows, and the bones of weeping willows, i'm a shortlist bathroom poet, i'm the gold and the peat that smoked it, i'm the floor you disinfected, i'm the guest you least expected, got a taste for a sweet infection, got an eye in one direction, got a whale eye.
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Slow Take Stills
05:11
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i dream in twos surrounded by more, i know them all, only a desert once mostly shore...line pageantry, you run behind, i read my mind, baby your restless feet grace my plank, i’m lost at sea, something is lurking on the horizon, what’s wrong with me, they understand, it’s only land, in front of me, the horror a thousand songs played at once, i wrote them all, in these shortwave slow take stills, in these highway pileup hills, what a dream i had that this fog kills, what a cluttered grave this lifetime builds.
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it’s taking the piss out of you man so hang it low, a starling or something’s misbehavior’s got you you’re no savior, fucking around with the tele, a message left just to save your breath, forever someone’s son oh fortune i am a father’s kingdom come, what is the matter, don’t speak to yourself, you never were one to listen well, history’s written with the left hand, i figured this out, i figured this and, what is the matter, you said your peace, though you suffered translation didn’t suffer defeat, oh my god, i’m off to work so bury the sandbox in the sand, a three-legged room for two-legged children and a one-legged man, hopping about in a state of, disrepair forgot to cut your hair, the scene is soon set to change and i am not without a key to spare, what is the matter, don’t speak to yourself, you never were one to listen well, myth it is written with the right hand, i figured this out, i figured this and, what is the matter, you had your fill, though it’s not what you ordered it was something still, get what you got.
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fell this forest for my walls
fell my forest for these walls
if i don't suffer something every tree will fall so i will
fell this forest for my walls
oh sweet nothing of my cross
oh sweet nothing of my cross
if one don't worship nothing everything returns to something
oh speak nothing of my cross
time, my blood is on your hands
time, my blood is on your hands
if words don't fail the meaning, everyone will understand that
time, my blood is on your hands
ma, don't ask where i have been
no, don't ask where i have been
buildings fall and rivers wind up built upon cause they have dried up
ma, don't ask where i have been
six white horses in these walls
six white horses in these walls
when this building tumbles down will she to free me come round and
yes, there’re horses in these walls
jesus christ don’t let me down
jesus christ don’t let me down
i just barely climbed up on this hill to die just like you taught us
jesus christ don’t let me down
fell this forest for my walls
fell my forest for these walls
if i don't suffer something every tree will fall so i will
fell this forest for my walls
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Always In Stripes
04:00
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puke on your shoulder, love you forever, sweet talking fancy, mouth drawn and feathered, the shape of my head is akin to a saddle, i always wear lines cause they flatter my angle, always in stripes, shake up the stables, let out the horses, they’re good and they’re able to sit at the table, nothing grows inside a cave, that can feed the mouths of babes, always inside, crumbs break the surface the creatures they graze on all fours, motionless artifice limbs on the cutting room floor, sips on the lips of a secondhand crypt-keeping queen, say what you said but don’t say what you said’s what you mean, what if all these silly songs they start to sound the same.
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Devil I Know
03:04
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come and see me, save me from the trouble i know, little mirror, remind me of ten faces ago, my head needs draining, my words need more explaining these days, these eyes are fading, the foreground's slowly all that remains, and so i wonder, when you arrive and of her, what part of you will be me, come sweet cherub, save me from the devil i know, his grip is heavy but my hand is ready to let it go, been scared of trying, cause sinnin' lends the edge that i crave, been scared of dying, cause better ones than me slipped away, i'm stripped and naked, they say this time is sacred, but i can't figure out what to wear, but it's not important, what is is that you're born with, the comfort that no troubles are there.
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I Know, I Know
04:44
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i know, i know, this body’s just for show, i feel it break, i’ve seen how long it takes, when i’m waiting in a white room for the situation, all the promises i make are without hesitation, but if the news is good i go right back to what i was doing, takes no effort at all to let it fall into ruin, i know, i know, it’s best to let it go, this after all, was once nothing at all, because a mirror’s my shadow i of late have been taken, to giving folders and names to everything i’ve created, because the past, though black and white, can sometimes burst into color, much like the way the sea and river here bleed into each other, i am, i was, because, the crawl, the memoir ages, single spaced and sixty pages long, i can’t return, i do not feel it, why reveal what no one saw, the words, they thrilled me, edits chilled me, slow take stills freeze out the motion, crawling out, growing out of my head.
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Aloe
02:22
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you're swimming to me through milk and whiskers, what a settling breeze, whispers the shades up, keep talking to me, the balm and the compress of words one can see, much more than just house guests, time will lead us brightly through the fog, eventually into a song, worry your hands, imagine them feeling the span of these years, the trail of them peeling.
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Key in My Pocket
02:29
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there's a key in my pocket, it's cold on my skin, there's a key in my pocket, it's cold on my skin, it never lets me in, there's a heart in my stomach that wants to get out, there's a heart in my stomach that wants to get out, it just don't know how, would you imagine there, so unaware, there's a cold hole poking, and there's someone smoking, i see the future, it begins with you, i see the pattern, it is always two, it begins with you.
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Luis Betancourt New York
Luis Betancourt is a songwriter living in North Hero, VT. His songs incorporate a variety of guitars (acoustic/electric, baritone, bass), electronics/programming, and vocals to create a homegrown, intimate and sometimes experimental vibe. Elements of folk, pop, psych, & rock can be heard throughout. Besides his solo project, he also regularly performs and records with AVO and the Whiskey Spitters. ... more
Luis Betancourt recommends:
Killin' Me!
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It's a titty-lickin Sunday with Ernesto Gomez & Co.
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This is my other project with Ronnie DF and Raj Maddela. rockpopsoul nuggets.
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Through the Soil II
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A 37-track compilation benefitting the Trevor Project, featuring tracks from Julien Baker, MJ Lenderman, Parannoul, Ratboys, and more.
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For When the Future Rolls Around (Selected Songs, 2012-2017)
by Two White Cranes
Charming, raw, and catchy—this retrospective looks back on the indie pop solo project of Roxy Brennan (Trust Fund, Joanna Gruesome).
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