1. |
Hung - 54
01:06
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Tiptoeing around
Death
Thinking of you
Strolling life
Without a care in the world
No
This isn’t fair
My stomach burns
And I forgot the lighter
Flicked on
I count the hours
After every goddamn meal
Before every goddamn meal
Wishing for a break
I count the bright
Headacheless days
Stomachacheless days
Fuck
Give me a pill
One that turns
Grimaces into
Sunny days
Smile
You fucker
Smile
I told myself
Sometimes
Not even you can
Clear the skyline like
I don’t know.
Would you embrace my soul?
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2. |
Like Eating Glass - 53
01:15
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I turn the volume up
To muffle the insanity
To cure the disease
To forget
To remember
The turmoil
I am
Flabbergasted
Fuck you
You so fucking stupid
Who you talking to?
Me or you?
Fool
Fucking
Goddamn
Fool to think
You could get rid of me
Dark ghost haunting
The brightness of my
Who am I kidding?
It’s there
Grasping the stomach
Saddening the clouds
Young me
Teenage shit
Dropout bastard
Come on lassie
Leave me be
Infected
By the sour taste of
Teenage years
That I don’t fear
No more
Teenage angst
Take me there
Twist me and
Pour something good
On this cool-white screened tool
Or on paper
Or
Set my guitar on fire
Burn the goddamn
Uh?
Insanity
Makes me
Feel
Alive
I wanna die
Teenage riot
Fucking demented
Come and see me
I’m out.
(mic drop)
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3. |
Night Sun - 17
01:09
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We shine
of borrowed light
crossing billions of miles
reaching the tip
of a thought
I didn’t even think
until you smiled.
You’re there and
Where the hell have you gone?
Hide and seek with the clouds
I sneak a peek.
And
You’re there but you’re not
‘cause your leaked halo
is millions of years old.
What am I looking at?
Are you there?
Is it just the reverb
the trebled memory of a fairytale
song that used to slip
under my skin like shivers?
I cry and I don’t.
Tears dry
Stains stay
Even when everything’s cold
When the Death of a Star
rolled out of the cinemas
I want my money back.
Is it you or is it
the smudge of the happiest
cry
that I never
ever
rehearsed
and yet came perfectly on time
untieing my knees
melting my eyes
and firing my lungs like
Cannon
Shots
I
I don’t know
Are you up there?
Watching me watching you?
Are you there?
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4. |
Inside - 26
01:52
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Bold
Fierce and
Upbeat
I walk my walk with a smirk
Opened jacket framing my irresistible
Playboy shape
No shades but I show off a waistcoat
and a pocket watch that screams
COOLNESS!
threaded to me by a gilded
elegant, not chunky nor
rapper-wannabe
chain
I’m ok
I’m fucking on a roll
Although I’m not.
My phone is pumping songs
into my buzzing cranium
trying to knife through the insane
skein of thoughts
505
the song, not the
Fuck me.
One notch more to
the volume
bar level
Can still feel me self
Louder
I’m overwhelmed by
words I seem to know
Louder
the monkey sings about you
Louder, fuck
Louder!
strangers walk past and
I must not cry
I repeat myself as I
cry
softly
as the music roars
causing irrepressible turmoil
And I walk faster
Raise my chin higher
Liam Gallagher style
Richard Ashcroft walk
Get off my path!
but it’s only tough talk
to push back this weep that
I fucking don’t know how to stop,
how to deal with
so I put my bold gaze on and
with a fistful of tears scoring my face
I smile
like a fucking rockstar that doesn’t want to die
therefore he cries
On the inside
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5. |
See You Soon - 40
01:03
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Coordinated goodbyes
Hands wave
Eyes cry
As the imaginary train puffs
And pants
Ready to leave
With elegance
And flowers.
Invade the blue skies
Like confetti twist
And dance
The ballad of me
And you
And our race ends
The pace down into a
Disgrace
Fool
Decline of the love we had
For some time
Painted and brushed away
Like foreshore graffiti
Wiped with a stroke
Of eternal ocean
Cold pity
Water
Falls
Of tears
As we weave goodbyes
Without fear.
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6. |
'morning - 47
01:20
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The alarm clock
Snatches away the
Words from my head
And I’m back
Playing a bridge game with myself
Without knowing the rules
Knowing fuck all
About the twists of the world
About my whereabouts
I crawl within
A million miles from
My unmade bed
And
The alarm clock
Xylophones its twinkles
Again
And mingles
Reality and dream
Spread on a led grey sky
Buzzing silence into my ears
Oh dear
I’m late
Says the
Alarm clock
Leave me the fuck
Alone
Skin and bone
Surfing the float
Ing
Time
Slip
Ping
Off my
Blurred
Mind
Alright.
Time to get on and die
Another day of mine.
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7. |
Life pt.2 - 43
01:10
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Stirring the waters
Steadying the boat
Storm
Adjusting trajectory
Fixing the hull
Storm
Replace the mood
Storm
Recalibrate the uh?
Storm
Try not to die
Fucking repair the whatever this time
Storm, Storm
Cry. A little.
Storm
Put the pieces back together
Storm
Cry. This time a bit more.
Storm
Is there anything left?
Storm
You said
Storm
Please,
Storm
Spare me dreadful
Mighty
Storm
Cry. A lot. For real.
Storm
Fuck the boat
By now
Storm
It’s a jigsaw puzzle missing the last
Storm
Bit
Storm
Adjust to the next
Fuck me.
Storm
And smile
Cause what the fuck man?
Storm
You deserve it
Storm
Chuck the old and
Get on with the new
Storm
Have a laugh
Storm
Relax
Storm
Embrace the next
Fucking
Goddamn
Storm
Until the nexSt…
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8. |
Teenage Lost - 56
01:34
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I cry
Too often sometimes
Lately
My frail soul is frailer
If possible
Stained glass
Without grace
Nor faith
I wait for
The slingshot
And its rock
To break me for
Good
27 no more
I stumbled away from
Just my luck
The fall
Yet it roars
In my numb face
It echoes
The growl
Scratches the heart and
I cry
Twice a day tonight
Aint dat right?
No but
I’m alright
Am I?
Fuck me
I bite
My bloodless
Lips
And nails
Shorter than ever
Put an end to
The slipping through
The darkest blue
Of my youth
Pulsing like
Infected vein
That doesn’t seem to be able to
Avoid the abyss
Miss the bliss
Disappear into the
Cracks of time
Bastard
Now I’m no one
A causeless
Sedated
Retired rebel
Who cries
For his days of happiless life
I want them back
When he was someone
Want myself back
Somewhat
Please
Important for no one
Please
But himself
Please
Isn’t that all?
No
You will never have me
The way you want me
I chant
And shout
Out loud
Silently
And I ask myself
Already
Don’t you miss being a hero?
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Matt Youth London, UK
No-good RocknRoller, unProfessional Writer, decent-human-wannabe.
Matt Youth is a mix of Nirvana, Frank Sinatra, Elvis and early Disney scores. Maybe not.
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