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Bad News
03:20
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All the news is bad news
I’m turning off the radio
Tripping over my shoes
Trying to get out of hearing range
Hear it through the speakers
Reaching for your eardrums
They’re preaching Armageddon
But they’re all gonna tell you how to get to heaven
All these words that haunt us
When we let them leave us
Soon there will be no one by your side to hear them
Figured out in my head
How to get there faster
Straight into the future
Fall into a black hole,
You don’t have to try hard
All these words that haunt us
When we let them leave us
All these frequencies that build up in between us
Falling from our lips and filling up the silence
Soon there will be no one by your side to hear them
Figured out in my head
How to get there faster
Straight into the future
Fall into a black hole,
You don’t have to try at all
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2. |
Breaking Skin
03:06
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Telling me your secrets, I don’t want to know
Follow in your footsteps, I don’t want to go there anymore
We’re filling in the blanks and measuring our tone
But I don’t want to talk about this anymore
Just want to trudge along the shore
And find some place to be alone
Walking through the city, walking til it hurts
Walking til the light’s out, so no one sees my curse, but which is worse?
Shadow's always in the background following me now
The demon’s in the kitchen stirring up the first time we talked about it,
There beside you crying on the couch
Falling on the pavement, tripping up the stairs
Spending all my paycheck to wash away my cares, but fair is fair
Breaking skin again, but then it is such fragile packaging
To hold a soul, when no one knows what all goes on below the surface
Walking through the city, running through my mind
Walk into the bar and no one is inside, but I don’t mind
Brother’s on the phone and I’m spilling out my guts
The conscience is a gun and I’m holding myself up
To give my words and end this violence
Or keep an introspective silence
Falling in perpetual spiral
I don’t want to talk about this anymore
I don’t want to talk about this anymore
I don’t want to talk about this anymore
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3. |
Steady Drip
04:57
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Waiting on a freight train
To take me backwards down the tracks again
Hazy heads and loose lips
Steady backpedal, sinking relationships
Holy shit I’ve done it this time
Tripped the switch, the steady drip wears down the wire
In between a scream and silence
If my eyes look tired, please don’t mention it
Fake it til you make it and make do
For heaven’s sake, the fresh wash smells of mildew
Pillowcases hide the stain of the fever dream
And waking nightmare
And we wonder why we can’t sleep
Holy shit I’ve really done it this time
Tripped the switch, the steady drip wears down the wire
In between a scream and silence
If my eyes look tired, please don’t mention it
Higher than the trees and climbing
Inspired at the least, or at least I’m trying
Hibernation is a tease for certain animals like me
With these shaky knees
So please don’t seek me when I’m hiding
Waiting on a freight train
To take me backwards down the tracks again
Barreling boxcars keeping a heartbeat
Parallel postulate, when will our lines meet?
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4. |
Cryin' in the Uber
03:50
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Crying at the crosswalk
Crying by the brick wall
Crying on the long walk
Crying with the alcohol
It’s alright, I don’t want to die
I just want to know that I can cry
Anywhere I wanna… anywhere I wanna
Crying at the rock show
Crying in the bathroom stall
Crying by my damn self
Crying at the merch table
It’s alright, I don’t want to die
I just want to know that I can cry
Anywhere I wanna…anywhere I wanna
Crying on the sidewalk
Crying at the mini-mart
Crying at the bar
Crying in the Uber on my way home
It’s alright, I don’t want to die
I just want to know that I can cry
It’s alright, I don’t want to die
I just want to know that I can cry
Anywhere I wanna…anywhere I wanna
Please don’t talk to me, my driver, when I’m crying in the Uber
Please don’t talk to me, my driver, when I’m crying in the Uber
Please don’t talk to me, my driver, when I’m crying in the Uber on my way home
Please don’t talk to me, my driver, when I’m crying in the Uber on my way home
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5. |
Grey
05:02
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Grey over the city
Casting us in iron, heavy with the season
Awake in the fire, speaking with no reason
Washed up on the shore
Coming up for air to claim the things we care for
Ocean spray and seafoam
Loving where we come from
Amazed at our own changes
Craving to turn pages
Back or forth depending
Searching for ending or beginning
I watched myself go down, like a fighter plane
Remembered by the child who died once in the flame
We’re all someone else, living someone else’s past life
Wishing we were not
Scared that they forgot us
And the ocean washes most of it away
Except the shit you can’t let go of
And the saltwater you swallow
Begs you to remember
Moon casting us in shadow
We’re all living someone else’s past life
We are all just patterns in the night sky
And at best we’re desperate children
Set and cast in iron
Running ring around the Rosie
In the center of the city
Trying to remember
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6. |
Glitch
02:59
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I am my own best enemy and my worst friend
And if you separate my pieces I’ll be whole again
I will be there even if I don’t want myself there
I am the chewing gum I spat in my own hair
There is a glitch in the system
The clock is flickering zeroes and ones
A phantom itch in a phantom limb
Recurring twitch in my weary eardrum
And it’s a funny little feeling
To keep waking from the same damn dream again
And if the devil’s in the details
This blurry vision keeps him hidden like an impulse
There is a different part of me there
That is nocturnal and that only breathes the night air
I’m always ripping out the stitches
But you can still see the hole from the needle
The darned pieces keep on tearing
In this same old habit I been wearing
And I’m harvesting my own pain
Swinging cynical sickle at a migraine
And I’ll mash up all the pieces
Til I can no longer recognize the faces
And it’s a funny little feeling
To keep waking from the same damn dream again
And it’s a funny little feeling
To keep waking from the same damn dream again
And it’s a funny little feeling
And it’s a funny little feeling
And it’s a funny little feeling
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7. |
Pace
04:53
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Oh I let it in against my will
Oh I let it flow to feel the thrill
It was so, right when I felt it in the wind
In my bones, it always comes in with the wind
It’s late, and everyone is heading home
I wait, my heart is hanging on the phone
Set pace, and fall into a steady step
Set face, like flint and keep your head
Insane, facing our demons in the cold
It’s too late for some of us are growing old
If you wait, it’ll grow out of your lawn
If you say it out loud, it’ll be there from now on
And so we wait, and sit here choking on the smoke
Take pains, to laugh it all of with a joke
Make waves, tossing the bottle to your lips
In flames, it ain’t as painful when you’re lit
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8. |
Scarecrow
08:08
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Stained teeth, cold breath
Chapped lips, snapped twigs
Under my boots, tripped on the roots
Stay sane
Don’t let me be remembered for this
Scarecrow holding so still, in her sun-starched flannel
She will do no harm, she will do no harm
She will freeze in time, just a stark outline
And when the sun shines… she’ll swing low, elbows ever folding
To release the tension, that she’s holding
All the strangers calling, all the men hollering
Now they know, now they know
To just leave her alone
Born of thorn and thistle, hair shorn and bristled
Limbs stiffen as they’re whistling
Made my legs from twisted kindling
Stuffed my head with sticks and dead leaves
Doused the witch in gasoline
Lit the wick and watched the flames climb
Sickly crackling up my wooden spine
Her body, funeral pyre
Phoenix rising from the fire
Scarecrow holding still, in her sun-starched flannel
She’ll do no harm, she’ll do no harm, she'll do no harm
She’ll freeze in time, she’ll freeze in time, just a stark outline
And when the smoke clears, she’ll swing low, elbows ever folding
To release the tension that she’s holding
All the strangers calling, all the men hollering
Now they know, now they know
To just leave her alone
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9. |
Souls
05:38
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Lo and behold I have still got a soul
A collection of selves made of heavens and hells
Loosely arranged, bits of memory and space
Just a series of moments, serious and strange
Now be good, we’ve been told
Gotta think about our souls
But we’ve got teeth and gotta eat
Just like all animals
And I still love you
And I love myself too
Wandering this way in my old old age
Making marks on a page, still insisting it’s my name
Strange as it sounds, it’s all written in the cloud
Don’t you fret, for the internet never forgets
And I won’t forget you
If you’ll remember me too
Pieces of twine hooking your heart up to mine
Through the years we’ve been pressing tin cans up to our ears
Lucky to find something lovely as a vine
Climbing trellis and brick, and when we think it will not stick
Each spring it reappears
And I still love you
And I still love you
And I still love you
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RIKKI RAKKI Richmond, Virginia
Hazy-jangly, stargazey rock&roll from Richmond, VA.
Rikki Rakki is Erika Blatnik (vox/guitar), Matt Luger (guitar/keys), Andy Brown (bass), and Jay Kole (drums).
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