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Skin
01:24
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That wasn't me
Someone must have stolen my skin and worn it as their dirty laundry
or silken robe with coffee stains
That wasn't me
it must've been my evil twin
a bar of soap or flask of gin or stranger in a strangers body
I am rubbing my face
watching drama in the hospital
I am father and son
your structures are meek an brittle
we both look great
as our bodies slowly dissipate
seeking comfort in our pain with affectations of the bawdy
to feign the likes of pretty poppies
that wasn't you
appearing blown to shore by zephyr and aura
holding old photographs and half-shells
with tiny new pieces of shrapnel
digging elongated wounds.
stretching like exists of bridges to places we used to sit and
wait
that wasn't you
drinking all your old perfume and driving to my bedside
hearing dogs on cook barking
or placed in a doorway
embraced yet unrequited
while speaking to a strangers body
that wasn't me
in indigo and crimson
reeking green death on professing
only ephemeral
spilling guts
and sweetest honey
I implore belief
that wasn't me
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Cinematics
01:16
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No more acting Cinematic
I just wanna chew the fat
but something haunts my appetite
I must have been alone that night
I've been noticing noises are getting louder
I've been noticing I have been feeling smaller
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Rapid Eye Movement
04:01
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(after the shower, amongst the drenched roses, the bird, thrashing in the bath)
Oh, I don't want to hear you in my dreams
so I've been counting cats and dogs
and its been raining wooly sheep
oh I just wanna see you
oh, lovely, thank you
REM sleep
I feel more acceptance, I feel not the same
but I'm still questioning existence
and I'm still questioning my pain
oh, I feel better
but its such a shame
keeping questions sequestered in paper boxers in the rain
things have sunken in
into that pit of change
now the honeymoon is over
now I wear this ugly ring
life byzantine
counting blessings
life in question
counting seconds
yelping gelding
second helpings
Life byzantine
counting blessings
life in questions
counting seconds
yelping gelding
second helpings
counting questions
I've been thinking.
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Eyes (Lucky Stars)
02:30
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I'll always look you in the eyes
when I talk to you
but I hate talking
so I won't loon on
'cause I don't love you
I'll always thank my lucky stars
just to talk to you
but it ain't night time
by morning clock chime
I don't feel good
oh, my head hurts
I hope you know
I hope you know
I'll always look you in the eyes
when I talk to you
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Hey, hey, what a beautiful day
Songbirds coo in the bush and the cold airs on lunch
Flowers grow in my step
the yard grows green
Not one thorn has grown in my side
Hey, hey, what a beautiful dream
Upright and smiling in bed, not quite under the sheets
From my perch on your roof
the stone grows green
Not one thorn has grown from my side
Hey, hey, now I think that it might be enough
loving with grace, you might find your own god in your love
Day by day, with every breath
the world grows green
not one bird has flown from my side
No more.
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Birdbath Vancouver, British Columbia
we are Birdbath, an incredibly inconsistent rock band who enjoy dipping our toes in many pools. Our music isn't for everyone, its for you.
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