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Semiprecious
03:02
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he’s making a scene
“do you know who I am?”
before I’ve had the chance
to properly scan
all the documentation
and his crumpled invitation
he’s an irritation, and
he’s throwing his toys out of the pram
his name’s on the guest list
but he’s acting pretty reckless
if you’re asking, my guess is
that he’s somewhat semiprecious
so I’m waving him through
he is granted admission
but there’s a chip on his shoulder
about the lack of recognition
he’s a major star
with a flashy car
now he heads to the bar
to continue to make an exhibition
he’s sweaty and restless
and increasingly breathless
my guess is
that he’s semisemiprecious
he’s not getting served
the meltdown is glorious
if you can’t be famous
you can always be notorious
he made quite an entrance
but he’s leaving already
my guess is
that he’s semisemisemisemisemisemisemisemi…
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Drag Me Around
02:39
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[semi semi semi semi]
Semi-convinced you saw me
As a chain around your ankles
Though I aimed in vain to
Raise you on my shoulders
Summer’s almost here
or it would be in most years
but somehow this one’s
only getting colder
Alerts on my phone
Of memories together
Nostalgic for the company
and also for the weather
You didn't have to drag me around
If I was such a drag to be around
If I was holding you back
Thank you for cutting me some slack
Semi-detached, in decline
and daydreaming of finer times
I swear the sun used to shine
more brightly
now I could blame the chemicals
or these rose-tinted spectacles
I’m skeptical, but I guess
it’s more likely
That my brain and my camera
They usually agree
That the bad times and the rain
Are a waste of memory
You didn't have to drag me around
If I was such a drag to be around
If I was holding you back
Thank you for cutting me some slack
are things getting better?
is it getting warm?
or is this just the calm
before the storm?
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Pareidolia
03:48
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I wanna get lost in media
but curse my indecision
the same thing happens every time
I use my television
so many ways to waste my life
but in each one I reckon
that every frame contains your face
and there’s twenty-four per second
You’re not really there, of course
but something in me cracked
I see you in an explosion
or on George Clooney’s back
I thought I could drown you out but
I swear I heard your voice on the radio
You know that it’s beyond doubt
I'm sure I saw your face in a video
So what the hell am I to do
In everything I still see you
Music fills the empty void
but it sticks in my throat
when I can hear you whisper
in the gaps between the notes
saying things that only you
would ever think to say
and so I find my shaking hand
unable to press play
I know these sounds aren’t really
in the songs that I am playing
but bouncing round the chambers
of my broken brain
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Pleasant Row
03:21
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isolation breeds the need for conversation, sows the seed of discontent
and then your mental health suffers badly, only talking to yourself
confrontation might not be the best thing for the solitary
but raised voices and thrown fists remind us that we still exist
I wanna go out, so gimme danger
shout insults at total strangers
how long has it been now
since I had a warning shot fired across my bow?
it's strange but I feel somehow
that I really need a nice fight or a pleasant row
deprived of context, but not by choice, there's rhythm hidden in the human voice
but face to face in a real space adds melodies as well as drums, as well as bass
anger's fine, so are hate and stress - at least they fill up all the emptiness
I don't need embraces, or healing hands or even really need to understand…
你这个臭小子
干嘛
觉得你带着眼镜你素质就高高在上
我操
草泥马
操你祖宗十八代
生孩子没屁眼儿
笨蛋
傻瓜
二百五
十三点
你这个吃软饭的四眼鬼
总吹牛逼，你妈了个逼
狗屁兔崽子
老子告诉你，君子报仇十年不晚
你记住
你记住
I wanna go out, so gimme danger
get in fights with total strangers
how long has it been now
since I had a warning shot fired across my bow?
it's strange but I feel somehow
I could really use a nice fight or a pleasant row
how long has it been now
since I had a warning shot fired across my bow?
it's strange but I feel somehow
that I really need a nice fight or a pleasant row
that I really need a nice fight or a pleasant row
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Waiting for the sun to fall
to fill the sky and make us blind
a fitting end for all mankind
the flames descend and take us all
Some chose to flee the fireball
But we, the faithful, stayed behind
Waiting for the sun to fall
to fill the sky and make us blind
And so we meet at the town hall
alert, and blessed with peace of mind
singing as the stars align
breathing fire, as we stand tall
Waiting for the sun to fall
(to fill the sky and make us blind)
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Vom Vorton Matlock, UK
ex-lardpony, OMAMA, etc.
diy pop songwriter, amateur cat artist, general movie obsessive etc etc.
Vom Vorton recommends:
Bees of the Invisible
by Gentle Brontosaurus
killer indiepop from my Vowl Sounds bandmate
go to album
a recent favourite, looping sax and keys and harmonies
go to album
incredible synthpop
go to albumIf you like Budget Bears, you may also like:
If you're in the mood for grungy fuzz pop, then this indie trio from Brooklyn, NY, have your number.
go to album
Flower Of Life [LP]
by Taleen Kali
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles.
go to album
no such thing as too old! a cute compilation!
by Various Artists
Super sweet indie pop compilation with new tracks from Trust Fund, Boosegumps, etc. benefits the St. Louis Legal Fund.
go to album
