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Crazy
03:50
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For such a lonely soul
Who always opted out
I'm at the point I can't live without you, there's just no doubt
You hold me in my sleep and bring to life my dreams
And when I deplore, say "I was better before," you remind me quietly
Who needs the whole story when you've got a summary?
And who needs a good morning when you've got a silver screen?
And who needs you baby when I've got my megabytes?
The whole world's gone crazy and so have I
Put away that paper, baby, cause I'm your pen
Put away that brain of yours, tuck it into bed
Cause who needs thoughts?
Those hapless worries that trouble your days
I know you were sure you were better before but, honey, I'm here to stay
I am sure I was better before...
Are you sure you were better before?
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Pills
04:25
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Sweet girl don't you know I'm a lost soul?
I'll play this deck but it's not my first rodeo
I'm mediocre with the bluff but much better at laying my cards out plain:
I take my pills
They keep me sane
Well they can save me from dying but they don't save me from shame
Sick kid don't you see I'm a failure?
I'll play this role but I'm nobody's savior
And in this go-between our talk is thick with expectation
I can't change what I am, it's in my binding
A knot that comes apart, always unwinding
A short and selfish path leads to dead ends, beyond that green
I take my pills
They keep me tame
Well you can save me from trying but you can't save me from blame
For that I take my pills
They keep me sane
Well they can save me from dying but they don't save me from shame
He takes his pills
Claim they keep him sane
But they don't stop him from drinking and they don't carry his name
But with those pills
He's found his way
Carved like the tree of a lover listing our his numbered days
You feel better with the lights off but you'd look better with the lights on
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Swollen
03:38
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I'm swollen from the tip of my spine to the back of my neck
And I know it but I sit up straight so it won't reflect
Whispers over beds of steel, shielding ears from what is real
I know nothing is absolute, so accept the truth, it's what's born in you
And it's swollen from the pit of your gut to the top of your chest
And you know it, so you breathe in slow and you won't forget
Prayers inside an empty room, I know beginnings and ends can both be soon
Nothing is absolute, so accept the truth, it's what grows in you
I know what came before, your swollen fist pumping blood into a hardwood floor
And I know what hides inside, behind my eyes, it's a beast but it's a child in fright
And I know that we're scared and in that fear I want you to be the one to repair
Well just listen
Cause we're swollen, from our ear drum caves to the veins in our arms and I know it
I know the lines in your face, that slack-jaw stare that I could never hope to replace
And I know what hides inside, behind your eyes, it's a light I wish to always be mine
And I know that we're scared, and it's that fear that we want the other one to repair
Just listen
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Curves and Edges
03:44
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She's a shot in the dark and the ache in your back
She's a bull in the yard and you're wearing all red
She's a wisp in the wind, a fragment carried away
A willow swaying in time with the breeze before it gets blown out the bay
So string me up tall and I'll be your rag doll
Positioned to join in a dance that doesn't leave life much chance to fall
I've got no curves just edges, in case you didn't notice
The burn in the starve is the worst, it's a flame that burrows hot in her eyes
The punch in the gut is a kick, it's a bully left that you despise
So lay it on thick and show me that punctured lip
It's a push and a pull to the top, whether you like it or not you've been bit
I've got no curves just edges, in case you didn't notice
I've got no definition and all that I know is
I've got no curves just edges, and the sorry truth is
If you're young then you're pitied
If you're old you're ignored
You don't want it, but you've got it, and that's the last score
You don't want it, but you've got it, so guess what?
You've got to deal with it.
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Stress Dolls Buffalo, New York
Angry girl music hailing from Buffalo, NY
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Urge Surfer is an electro-pop project with my friend Jordan and this is our debut album. All tracks were written via email and recorded at Jordan's house. Totally different from Stress Dolls!
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This EP is just sooo good. "I'm Not Yours" is a banger.
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Do What You Can
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Love Sons of Luther! "In A Cult" is my favorite from this record; they continue to release great songs with LOTS of energy.
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