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Cave Light - Uptick
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a three-piece mind left at the cleaners
a mile wide to quarantine the pious, trapping me inside
corral the herd, they're in there somewhere
oh clementine, i'm barely half of fifty and i'm scraping by
so you demystify it, but leave space allocated
for the mental picture
the framing's off, and there seems to be somebody in there i forgot
the face, no clue, but i'd know that jacket anywhere
a hallway to an alternate Vallejo where the engine cooled
goddamn, it's taking ages to get this primer even
i know i've been avoidant, i wonder where i got it?
i don't know why i'm writing, i don't know where to send it
but this offer to the ether should find our pickets mended
overwrought intonations, out of eyeline and season
so limit the backtalk
yeah, hop along, and lose some of that stock, you're boiling over
knees locked, but taking paces
existing other places
less irked by operating; still some, but tolerating
by now, we're just a history, one that had gotten to me
but my perspective's putzed with memory, so yeah, let's hear your piece
goddamn, it took me ages to get that primer even
my money's on avoidance, 'cause i found i thrive alone
and i knew i'd never send this, i know how grudges last
but i had my own and shook 'em, so what say we paint this fence?
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you pack for a climate with half of it
step out squinting straight into sunshine
lazy eye, inexorably it affixes on error
spotted, a highlight! glide right on by it
because you can't be bothered
no, you can't think proper
but you can front your way thru this bunk hand, this junk you jarred and sold as remorse. does that hole you patted in your own back stand for what was never kept from you? spun out by choice, unsteady your legs. a grand prix, no plan b.
you pack for a winter, a hint at it
forty months, try to point home now
but don't mind, don't buy in there, 'cause young men keep quiet
there, grown men are violence
so vacuum the vantage point you're holed up in, on-high observance ain't enough. buy stock in care, stop playing with mirrors, you're with the wind and right of the rough. feel wheels touch down, unsteady your gaze. a grand prix, no plan b.
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Cave Light Minneapolis, Minnesota
reverse alt-country band from Minneapolis. yes, we like the d-plan.
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