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Identity Crisis
03:38
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i’m a silver diamond in the rough with a white mustache, dazzled
i’m standing in the desert with a fear of falling over
i’m a pair of sleigh bells in the rack of electric guitars
play a little god damn cool riff--post it on the web so you feel cool
i cannot relate to those who lived the normal life & had a clue about who they are, and never had an identity crisis
i cannot relate to those who had pair of guiders who stayed true—if not knowing the truth is ignorance, I guess I’ll live blissfully
i’m in a UFO flying aimlessly tryna figure out all these dialects
i may not find my fellow grays--at least I’ll find myself
i’m a treacherer on the guillotine rethinking my life’s choices
i never had a chance to speak, nor did I even plan to
i cannot relate to those who lived the normal life & had a clue about who they are, and never had an identity crisis
i cannot relate to those who have words that they can fall back to
if i had something to say to the sharks, i would have said it to myself
i cannot relate to those who lived the normal life & had a clue about who they are, and never had an identity crisis
i cannot relate to those who end the conversation full & through
if i wanna pray in the night w/ the fishes, i won’t take the flock of seagulls—oh so conniving they’ll stab my back, and fight over which part of my flesh they’ll consume to grow stronger & stronger: I’ll never trust their tricks
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Saturn's Rings
05:12
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i’ve got a lotta words in my head,
but they won’t come out of hibernation
the message I’m looking for is somewhere else
somewhere else guarded wolves
i’ve said hello to you so many times before,
but every time was differently rehearsed
master the craft of colloquial speech
only to speak with shit in your mouth
spontaneous movements to win a heart
what the fuck would i know about that
strange efforts to form a sentence
the precision of a fish’s last breath
now it’s off to another ice berg,
one in which is more enticing than mine
though I’m still here, here on saturn’s rings
i’m still here, in my dark blue cloth
i’m still here, here on saturn’s rings
i’m still here, in my dark blue cloth
i’ve gone and constructed myself
an artificial heart, made of saline
ready to go, I’ve got those runner’s legs
though, they won’t take where I wanna go
i’ll go out and experience new things
i’ll stay in my head, leave within the hour
maybe we have different connotations
maybe we have our own ways speech
but i'm still here on Saturn’s rings
i'm still here in my dark blue cloth
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Trees on the Moon Birmingham, Alabama
Bham based electronic/art rock artists.
Album/singles uploads here, more frequent uploads on my sc: soundcloud.com/treesonthemooon
Booking/hate mail: treesonthemooon@gmail.com
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