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Tension
00:56
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Mining Man
02:48
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i'm no jewel
a pretty dime caked in the mud
a piece of bubble gum
in exchange for the tricky one
you're no prince
a silly servant to
the labyrinth
no way to see how far you've come
your tools are far too rusted
to find a diamond-encrusted ring
still i sing
simple is hard to hear
so far below the ground
i love you, a broken phrase
tossed to the lost and found
could never expect anything of you
you can search me till time brings you
the moon
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circles can't quite catch
the thoughts racing 'round my track
geometry never could
i can't document the
little hammers in my neck
reminding me of every thrust i withstood
it's not the way i hurt that haunts me
the ghost is knowing the hurt will soon be gone
summer doesn't last a lifetime
but how i wish the hurt of summer could carry on
how i shake when i'm away from you
is hardly a testament to my fears
love doesn't die, but love will change
and love like you will find a way
to swiftly disappear
it's not the way you fall that haunts me
the ghost is knowing we'll break when i'm gone
summer love is a short lived water bug,
injecting life into the victims of the deadened winter months
but how i wish the life of summer could carry on
this bridge is 3 months high
mountains draped over your shoulder
tell me time has left you bolder,
looking down will only slow you
this bridge is 3 months high
and i'm dying to define us
but with changing winds behind us,
looking down will only throw you
it's not the way you speak that haunts me
the ghost is knowing i'll forget your voice
summer's rain will be felt long after the pain
of our goodbye, as if we had a choice
it's not the way i hurt that haunts me
the ghost is knowing the hurt will soon be gone
summer doesn't last a lifetime
but how i wish, oh, how i wish,
on every shooting star we saw,
that the magnificent hurt of summer could
carry on
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at 1006
02:20
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big fish in a small pond
needs a bigger space
but does she know feeling so small
will cause her soul to fall on the brink of breaking
just a fracture, a fraction of the fear
is born of living with the fact that my Thomas isn't here
but see, fish don't speak
punch lines fall from my empty pockets
as i sleep
desperately hoping to dream of familiarity
blood was in his sheets
love spattered all o'er my heart
now i watch him from afar
as i try to produce artificial art
my skin is scales, my blood is hot,
my love is stale, my voice is shot,
i can't find the lines to contain what i'm not
so here's to every fucking word i forgot
but i hope i feel
as natural as i did
when you held me
in your arms, i was just a kid
i was just a kid
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Padraic's Joy Asbury Park, New Jersey
queer indie-folk songwriter & vocalist. gemini piney.
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