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Hypotheticals
04:14
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”X-acto blade to my tongue?
Our father’s words will still beat you up.
Full capacity of your lungs?
The screaming just gets me off”
A smirking face and impact quotes
In a junk heap it just sticks right out
One’s down. One walks right off
Demonize him. Lift him up.
The same scene so often
Always repeat hypotheticals
“If I say ‘that’s awful’ will you say ‘man, you’re redeemable’?“
The same scene so often
Always repeat hypotheticals
“If you say ‘you’re awful’ we’ll say the shameless are infallible.”
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2. |
Freedom
04:20
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Night freeze
As blown headphones haunt
A dying wire bored of the punk
Thumbs through
Tattered sweater sleeve holes
Reciting useless cut-up prose
Freedom
Comes when you succumb to fear
And scene…
Closed curtain behind
Alone on stage ‘neath the spotlight
Don’t move
Or catch that critic’s eye
The pen clicks the beat of your demise
Freedom
Comes when you succumb to fear
They all say,
“It’s time for Semplica Girls”
Strung up they sway
Face your fate
It’s a madman brandishing knives
Poking your pace
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3. |
Freaking Out
05:13
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See them age
Care dissolves
No regard
For youth’s mortality
See them brace
For the fall
Hand in hand
With their eyes all glazed and I’m thinking…
Why aren’t they all just freaking out?
See them pray
Between four walls
No regard
For past hypocrisy
See them wake
Then act appalled
If they can’t die
In relative luxury and I’m thinking…
Why aren’t they all just freaking out?
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4. |
Trip
04:52
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The urge hits
To burn all that you thought you were
As lies held, now slip
Plagiarists
Are gathered in the gymnasium
Clumsily entwined
Don’t your
Memories seem infinite?
But how long will her
Gold hair
Haloed by the slipping sun
Cut in your mind’s eye?
We collide
Then fuse
Sever to separate
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5. |
Moon
04:07
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Suddenly I woke
Vacant, alone
With shocks from the tips
Of my fingers
Oh…
Frozen is the moon
A filmstrip of all horrors
Is projected on its surface
But we’ll blame it on the moon
It’s not in the text
It’s what’s in the heart
Scalpel in hand
Trust me to cut
Oh…
Frozen is the moon
A filmstrip of all horrors
Is projected on its surface
But we’ll blame it on the moon
The sun slipped away
Dripped blood, pencil grey
A torn palimpsest stapled to exposed brain
A soft, sullen scream
In waves and in dreams
Don’t know what you love
‘Til your hate splits your seams
So long, so long
We stare at the moon praying it will just leave
So long, so long
An infinite loop of this film’s all we see
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6. |
Joan
04:37
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Waking up
Defiance in my heart
It could be love
But I don’t hear her pulse
Vacancy’s my verse
A policy reversed
The jig is up
Divided then devolve
Faded sign
My feet into the fire
Hey, Joan have you heard?
Divided we all burn
My divine is a law that’s only mine
and if wrong I shall burn
Then I will surely burn
Frame it all
Like I can’t see your words
Corrupt?
Well, I’m no worse
Faded sign
My feet into the fire
Hey, Joan have you heard?
Divided we all burn
My divine’s a law that’s only mine
And if wrong I shall burn
Then I will surely burn
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Clean
04:24
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The pursuit only leads to learned outcomes
But that low grade fatigue trips you up
Unclean
But the feeling never seems to come
Unclean
And the only result is to numb
Chasing ghosts as a non-believer
Nothing’s there
Yeah, nothing’s there
Delusions that you’ll see me better when I’m gone
Oh, when I’m gone
Well, I’ll stay clean if you’re clean
Up until we’re fading
Oooh…
You’ve felt a moral obligation to
Swiftly burn up your baton
Unclean
But it all just never quite feels done
Unclean
It was all once slipping from your tongue
Chasing ghosts as a non-believer
Nothing’s there
Yeah, nothing’s there
Delusions that you’ll see me better when I’m gone
Oh, when I’m gone
Well, I’ll stay clean if you’re clean
Up until we’re fading
Oooh…
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8. |
Talk
05:02
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In the dust
Metallic grey
The particles of everyone I love
Dissipate
We could sleep
Forevermore
And it would feel precisely as it did
Before we were born
A poisoned field
They lied prostrate
Dialog dripped with the fear of lust
And pre-destined fate
As she dreamed
He just moaned,
“The heretics grit roses ‘tween their teeth
And we’re just bored”
But who talks like that anymore
Who talks like that anymore
“The light you seek can become your thief”?
Who talks like that anymore
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Ghost Cuts Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Ghost Cuts is a post-punk band from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Formed in the summer of 2013 by singer and guitarist Jackson Kesy and bassist Chris Biertzer (formerly of Canyons Of Static), they were joined by Craig Johansen (formerly of Alligator Gun) on Drums later that same year. They’ve since recorded two studio albums, 2016’s Silence is Violent, and 2023’s Heretics. ... more
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