1. |
Hard to be a thief
03:16
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Purpose slips away
whenever I think too much about it
I think maybe I am free
because I know that they are not
I am weighing charcoal on a scale
your old birthday cards
No free will, just a function
It is not who you are
it is what you look back on when you are old
From this cell I reach out through bars
just to watch it slip through my fingers
I am weighing silver on a scale
and purpose slips away
Hard to be a thief
when everybody's on their guard
We are on an ocean
and your boat is so small
you’ve got to push it, push it, push it back in
and I am weighing every pleasure on a scale
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2. |
Swallow the pillow
03:20
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I can’t sleep, had too much coffee
don’t want to drink that blackness no more
your liquids are mine
Gentle ape in a dress and mascara
will go get wasted,
wash off etiquette
shout out something obscene
Swallow the pillow, go down the darkest road
And then lose it all in the moment
when I see my face
Sombre girls going to waste
so go crush the glass, break my back
only fear the birds
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3. |
Minor details
04:41
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You’re lonely on that prairie
with this feeling you just can’t shake
too much space
I’m making all these long lists
but you don’t really care about the
minor details
You’ve been staring hard
into loneliness
Your skin in the grass,
grass getting taller as we speak
Like a snake shedding its skin,
lover turning into a girl
Broken straws remain when you get up,
underwear turning up in my pocket
You and me, we had only marrow
You kept me on a leash
and what, I was mean to you
wasn’t it like that?
Yes, I made you feel so small
could hear you weeping softly
into your pillow
Your skin in the grass,
grass getting taller as we speak
Like a snake shedding its skin,
lover turning into a girl
Fits of sorrow come and go like waitresses
it’s something else, they have no history
Broken straws remain when you get up
There’s no reason to get excited,
there is no pain, no sense of time
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4. |
August Ames
02:23
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release the women, women
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5. |
Wedding bells
02:58
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A country house on fire
in a kerosene night
and to burn is to be alive
it is such a cold flame
You are in the pine trees
you are everywhere, you are not here
I was such a sweet boy, writing this
on a plastic guitar
I was so hungry, oh boy
fed on the skin which you shed
it felt like romance but really it was pity
Wedding bells,
can you hear them chime?
very strange to see you
in a sacophagus
the way you softly
smile reminds me
that I too used to be softer
I am so hungry, oh boy
I eat you and you do not know
it feels like romance but it is only pity
Wedding bells,
can you hear them chime?
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6. |
After the owls
04:35
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These december children
who are playing with my head
with no end in sight
We’ll never talk of
the things the two of you found in my cellar
When did it get to be so late?
lying here, waiting for Yucatán
And when this thing you do to me
has gone away like a shower of rain
Then all that’s left of you and me
reduces to unknown phone numbers
And that pale rider’s muttering that
in the end it doesn’t really matter, does it
he’s muttering that
in the end it doesn’t really matter, everything fades
You feel that all’s been said and done
but I refuse to be defused
And when this thing you do to me
evaporates like past centuries
Then all that’s left of you and me
reduces to unknown phone numbers
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7. |
Time
03:07
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Time,
it turns up in the snow
I can’t fight it anymore
Trying to be part of enchanted lives
I don’t know how not
to transform everything into me
And time
and purpose
it vanishes
in the snow
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8. |
When I get to your house
02:38
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Why am i so alone
not sure i wanna know
i was eager not to grow old, now
they have kicked me out of hotels
Everybody wants you to listen
but no one tells you any secrets
I thought a girl was gonna save me
I can't remember what her name was
She said I was like
a pair of hands around the throat
They would put me in a straight-jacket
if they knew what i'd like to do with you
Looking at the stars i realize
i can't remember what the year is
When i get to your house
you don't live there anymore
Everybody wants you to listen
but no one tells you any secrets
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9. |
Can you hear them chime
06:02
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Everything falls apart
we know that it’s nobody’s fault
lost in a line of fathers
searching for starlight in
dead people’s eyes
I’ll bet you don’t want to know
the meaning of
the hollow expressions i wear
I see history repeat itself
now I have only shelter to give
can’t feel a thing
Take me home, country girl
you know what it’s like to be dead
in your mother’s bedroom
we fall apart
you can break a diamond
once or twice
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Pale rider Copenhagen, Denmark
⍭ Pale rider ⍭ is a countrypunk contraband based in Copenhagen and Småland. Debut LP is out in early October.
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