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Hysteria
03:48
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I still see you hanging out
At the playground by the graveyard
You’re so scared
And a ghost is holding you by
The neck as you walk and try so hard
To ignore him
So you walk as he follows,
Dragging him by your weak and tender throat
And you tell yourself that old saying
That nothing is forever
But it’s hard, when being haunted
By a ghost
By a terrifying ghost
Your friends say that he wont stay long
That he is going way out of town
And he’ll leave you behind
He’ll be off in some old town
On the way up from Southern California
To the North
And you’ll say your last goodbyes
And you’ll say thank you so very much
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2. |
Wobbly House
02:15
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She walked outside
Her brownstone house
To see that the taxi
He called for her
Had not arrived
Helpless, she looked
Like she just had
A decision made for her
He said, “why do you look
So damn uncomfortable.”
And she said,
“I can’t believe
You said that. I can’t
Believe you came over
To tell me that. Like it was gonna
Make either one of us
Feel better
A kid walked by
Dressed all up for a blizzard
She wondered if
He had helpless parents too
The cab arrived
Spare, rundown, and wobbly
She got in the back
With her empty bag
To a part of town she’s never needed to go
And she said,
“I can’t believe
You said that. I can’t
Believe you came over
To tell me that. Like it was gonna
Make either one of us
Feel any better
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3. |
Rosemary Mint
03:46
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It's been a few weeks
Since I’ve seen your face
I’m starting to forget what you even looked like
To me
Now I’m six hundred
Miles away
Gradually getting lost in the forest
Through rosemary mint
Where are you?
Where are you?
You’re listening
To Elliott Smith
Our nostalgia is growing strong but realistically
Its getting left behind
Days riding by
Diminishing colors
Balance is hard to come by
When you are so far
Where are you?
Where are you?
When you look ahead
On the calendar
What do you see when you look at December
Am I there?
Will we be
Watching the stars
In the hills back in our home town
Every night
Just like August
Just like August
Just like August
Will we be
Watching the stars
In the hills back in our home town
Every night
Just like August
Just like August
Just like August
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4. |
Repetitive
03:59
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I’m singing in the bathroom again
About how I am so scared of my own body
And the lights are off
And my lamp is on
And I wish I had something to say
That didn’t have to with how very scared I am
Cause it’s repetitive
I know that it’s repetitive
But that’s how it is
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5. |
At Three
03:59
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At three in the morning, I ran into a bear outside
And you were not far, doing shrooms with strangers
And I swear I could hear you from my window
You were right down the trail, through the big brown bark
So I called you to tell you that I just escaped a bear near by
And that you should come home
So that night, I went looking for you
And your voice, it got farther away
I didn’t trust the bear, and I didn’t trust them
So I ran, and I ran, through the woods
Hoping that I would get to you in time
Out of breath I saw you with them
Far enough that you couldn’t see me
The smile on your face made me sick
That they made you feel so very safe
And I must have been like a cold on a sunny afternoon
When I approached you guys
You looked at me like a rash on your skin
And you said, “Hey, how did you find us?
I don’t need you, because we are fine
And you always get so scared
So I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
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6. |
Eight-Thousand Stairs
05:28
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She stumbled into class
And threw her brain right out the fucking window
She glared at her desk
And tuned out her teacher
She got called out
Are you even listening now?
She screamed no I’m not
And ran out the door on fire
She bolted down the stairs
8000 stairs
She threw a rock
At his window pane
And she climbed up the side
Of his apartment
She yelled, “I love you and I wont stop,
Cause you are everything”
Fuck you, I don’t want to
Be with you anymore
You’re so god damn impatient
And extremely closed minded
I’m leaving and I’m going
And I’m never coming back again
I promise we’ll be better off
Cause we cause too much chaos
So I’m leaving now
My brain is turning off
I have no idea
What I’m thinking now
And she climbed up the side
Of his apartment
She yelled, “I love you and I wont stop,
Cause you are everything”
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7. |
The Sinking Song
03:43
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You’ll go sinking
As far as the ocean goes
With all the friend’s you’re scared of
Goodnight dark morning
And your stone cold snoring
There’ll be less and less
For you to call home
And there’ll be less and less
For you to call home
But the stop signs are all the same
And the street signs are all the same
You said it was me who left
And drove away
And I’m not aloud to miss you
So good night my old friend
And your charming and comfortable house
You’ll fall asleep
Clothes on the floor
Alarm clock set for four
And you’ll get up and drive
On the empty street
To the airport which feels like home
There’ll be less and less
For you to call home
And there’ll be less and less
For you to call home
But the stop signs are all the same
And the street signs are all the same
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8. |
Lizard
04:05
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I know that you can’t stand half your clothes
Cause you walk around naked all day
And you don’t seem to really care
Cause nobody else does
Cause nobody else does
It smells like rotten squash
And your head doesn’t quite line up with your shoulders
But at least you know that you’re
Getting the fuck out of here
The fuck out of here
I know that you love your off-white sheets
And I know that you can’t leave them unmade
And I know that you can’t take another day of this
So open up your drawers
And take out all of your lizards
Even the ones without a name
And take a little walk
Rain or shine it doesn’t matter
Cause you won’t be back for a long time
For a long time
It seems like every place you go is not good enough
So maybe you’ve got a little problem with yourself
And your legs won’t stop aching every day
And your friends, they don’t really know what to say
So you’ll just lie on the carpet
And tell yourself it’s not okay
And it’ll never be okay
So open up your drawers
And take out all of your lizards
Even the ones without a name
And take a little walk
Rain or shine it doesn’t matter
Cause you won’t be back for a long time
For a long time
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9. |
Under Your Door
04:21
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When the cold air seeps under your door
And a burning candle’s wick is crooked stuck
And the white noise finally gets to you
And you’ve taken your seemingly last freezing, tired uphill walk
When it gets to you
When it gets to you
When it gets to you
You’ll know
A match box magnet holds your picture on the fridge
Of when you used to smile and tuck in your shirt
When the world didn’t feel like it was closing in
Like it does when vermin fill your bedroom walls
Now you’re having trouble breathing and moving around
And that gets to you
It gets to you
It gets to you
And you know
Hiding in your house, claws reach to peel your skin
You start yourself some dinner,
Letting the steam of the boiling water fill your lungs and watery eyes
Trying to calm your throbbing throat
Yet then you scream aloud when everyone’s home
And they come running in
They come running in again
It got to you
And you knew
It got to you
And you knew
It got to you
And you knew
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Benjamin Casper Seattle, Washington
Benjamin Casper is a alt-folk band based in Los Angeles, CA
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