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Floodplain
04:16
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In the year's, the year's remains
The culminating pains
Withstood and lashed out
Bored but so attached now
I didn't feel like a runaway, when I ran away
I didn't feel like a runaway, when I ran away
It's what I can't chase
It's what I can't put my finger on
Already erased
Postcards to linger on
What dots the landscape checkers my mixtapes
And ruins the speech
I wrote the toast before I safely got to shore
But I needed a getaway, so I got away
But I needed a getaway, so I got away
It's what I can't chase
It's what I can't put my finger on
Already erased
Postcards to linger on
You know, I said I wouldn't stay buried in the floodplain
You know, I said I wouldn't stay buried in the floodplain
It's what I can't chase
It's what I can't put my finger on
Already erased
Postcards to linger on
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Suspect Medicine
02:12
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The further you are
Places I can’t go
And with every day I never know how handsome the deal was
Til you lectured me blue
Celebrated the unusual intrusion apart
Maybe it’s the surest sign when the glory’s glowin’
Words don’t stop to wonder why
Just maybe, it’s my medicine
The criminal part, the ever-summer charm
Go and blame it on the fabric of the mosaic stars, quiet and cool
Celebrated the unusual attraction apart
Maybe it’s the surest sign when the glory’s glowin’
Words don’t stop to wonder why
Just maybe, it’s my medicine
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sweetwater honeywine
02:41
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Aren’t you sick of the fight?
What would you trade for a piece of the pie?
It could taste like sweetwater honeywine, ah-ah, ah-ah
But that corner of your pride, it won’t give up
I should be so horrified
To learn how little things have changed in all this time
What have I got to show for all these years of mine?
For the days I’ve sailed the oceans, run the tide
I haven’t missed the train
Aren’t you sick of the fight?
What would you trade for a piece of the pie?
It could taste like sweetwater honeywine, ah-ah, ah-ah
Sweetwater honeywine
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We Buy Balloons
02:31
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I’ve followed as far as I can go
The same tales that reach another shore
They can’t see the beauty in our words
So let’s let the readers of the world
Tell us what they know
Oh oh oh
And this confusion will only grow
Spare me another scene of disappointment
It’s only afternoon
The bad habits of a holiday
And even when your locket’s full, there’s no escape
Tell us what they know
Oh oh oh
And this confusion will only grow
Spare me another scene of disappointment
It’s only afternoon
It’s afternoon
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Hero Worship
02:26
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One hero down
Another’s gonna follow him before we know it
Before we even know it
No chance, even under circumstance
But I think I raised your eye
We’d agree, then, that it takes a certain type
We’d agree, then, that it takes a certain type
Trouble carried us here in the first place
But it’s not up to me to save us sinking
Ever after’s fine but we can’t roll our eyes at that
And fill our glasses
Fill our glasses at the same time we expect
The treasure to reveal itself
There is no guiding hand that I can see
We’d agree, then, that it takes a certain type
We’d agree, then, that it takes a certain type
We’d agree, then, that it takes a certain type
We’d agree, then, that it takes a certain type
Precious time now fading out
Final hour left us with doubt
We’ll wait for the stars to drop from the clouds
And dignify these helpless towns
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Little Christians
01:40
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The hymns rang up the mountainside
And I could hear every word
They shut em in for sleep
And I'm not opposed to sheep
Cos we've all got things to do
And security is their proof
I just can't understand the need to forcefeed
I hope you lose it
You thought you had it at the age of seven
But the trick's letting go
You missed the message, little christians!
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Flying Machines
03:55
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The wind is catching me
On the back of my left knee
Will I know when I get old?
Just another story told
And I fell to a higher land, a hell
The green grass, nothing that won’t pass
When I left the camera on
Took a nervous glance then gone
Many words I’ve left to say
Allegiances have gone astray
Then the red flashing light stares at us
Hear the click and you might trace the tracks to nowhere
Then the red flashing light stares at us
The wind is catching me
On the back of my left knee
Will I know when I get old?
Just another story told
Then the red flashing light stares at us
Hear the click and you might trace the tracks to nowhere
Then the red flashing light stares at us
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Pedestrian
02:49
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That passing glance you gave out on the street
Undid my hours
Now that you received familiar heresy
Ask your enemies for a favor
I know you sang it softly
In pieces, in full color
I know you sang it softly
Atlantic sights you took for granted
You jumped across
The streets were pretty in blue
Now that you received familiar heresy
Ask your enemies for a favor
I know you sang it softly
In pieces, in full color
I know you sang it softly
In pieces, in full color
I know you sang it softly
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Please See The Flaws
06:13
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Words like hope and love and believe
Fall in the small cracks in between
Stray from your family, fresh little seed
Can't help create a tragedy
Moved on to better things
Left behind, wondering
I'll accent all the wrong ideas
I'll accent all the wrong ideas
And black out all the tiniest parts of the paradigm we lost
Fractions in control from the start
In defense of bleeding hearts
Target our memories
Long for the past desperately
I'll accent all the wrong ideas
I'll accent all the wrong ideas
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Saint Solitude Oakland, California
Saint Solitude is the musical persona of Maine native Dup Crosson.
Depending on the
day, or the song, Crosson alternates between the roles of loop artist, multi-instrumentalist, and most importantly, songwriter. He combines his favorite elements of Britpop, shoegaze, post-punk, and psychedelia into accessible and immediately appealing pop songs hereby known as BITTERSWEET FUZZ.
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