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Lightning Bolt
03:29
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A lightning bolt
Cracks and creases
It skirts the skyline
And it lingers; cold
Slim, twig like
It burns, it burns, then it’s gone
It struck me down
And cut my side right open
Hold all the pieces
That last a lifetime
A life gone; recalled
Left lost with mesmeric
It hurts and it burns, then we’re gone
It struck me down
And cut my side right open
Hold all the pieces
That last a lifetime
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Sweet Tooth
03:13
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Are you a leader?
Or are you a liar?
Or does it go hand in hand
Like a shaker full of salt
That covers the bitter,
Or something expired?
Twist instructions on the packet
And make it as pretty as you can
Oh, this time, maybe I’ll indulge
It must be true; it’s in the centrefold
Vacuous candy eyes and a vacant smile
That grins to cover up the truth
Watch us stand in line as you speak out of mind
And through your brittle sweet tooth
Would you repeat it
If you were defeated?
If you were left to your devices
And the world you made despised you?
Listen a little
And give back a lot
As the sugar rots inside you
It eats away at your control
Oh, this time, maybe I’ll indulge
It must be true; it’s in the centrefold
Vacuous candy eyes and a vacant smile
That grins to cover up the truth
Watch us stand in line as you speak out of mind
And through your brittle sweet tooth
Oh, this time, maybe I’ll indulge
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Madhouse
00:56
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Favour the dove
Labour your love
And bite off your tongue
And fuck what’s been made up
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Ego (ft. Allysha Joy)
04:21
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Feed the talking monkeys (ba-na, ba-na-na-na-now)
Leave the devil as it pleases
Dead people tell no stories (once upon a time)
But we’ll keep on pretending it’s important
Hand from above, won’t you please come and bail me out
I’m a stranger tonight but I’m reeling; I mustn't be fine
‘Coz a dog is a wolf if it howls a little louder
And the faintest light could just shine right through my body
Deal out the hand in pieces
And weep with the brave, as they clean it
Bleed through your contradictions
And lean into a faith that’s distorted
Hand from above, won’t you please come and bail me out
I’m a stranger tonight but I’m reeling; I mustn't be fine
‘Coz a dog is a wolf if it howls a little louder
And the faintest light could just shine right through my body
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Magicc (ft S.A.B)
01:59
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Everytime that I told you we could be champions,
You turned around and was holding onto my hand again
Tell me the plan again, ‘coz you keep scrambling
I wanna be there but look at the things I’m managing
I could try and take your struggle ‘coz I know it hurts -
What’s the use when it’s resting up on my shoulders first?
You want me to check your baggage in ‘coz I am a crutch
What’s the use when the weight of all of it just as much?
And so I pitter-patter, finding it difficult
Some tap dancing around the conversation, chitter-chatter
Loving you complicated, we had the best of times
Yet the worst of it seems like the only thing that matters
Fuck it, so I’ma say it on wax
Turn my reflections into another long stack
We were some people who happened to make it happen
And end up being complacent, we can never go back
Danger; if only you could write fear
And conquer, while the edge is right here
It’s clearer, why the world is secret
It beats the magic out
It beats the magic out
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Could you feel like I felt when I was holding blood on my hands?
As he lay there, dependent, quivering and choking,
There’s blood on your hands
In this light I feel more sober
And I’m thankful he’s talking back
So could you be a little kind sometimes?
Peel my skin back and pick at all my tendons
I won’t notice it
‘Coz humankind struts around feeling all pretentious
Like we’re everything
And in the brabble I feel sober
And I’m just thankful he’s talking back
So could you be a little kind sometimes?
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Life floats by, where did the time go?
It falls like sand through my fingers
But it falls to form castles
Carved spires like knives to the sky
Built to climb, here I find perspective
My view from the rafters
What a beautiful vantage
If we’re taking the time to find out who we are
Maybe we can decide whether we ride or die
Truth hides, and wears a disguise
Tight across all gullible wishes
That I seem to hunt for
We all live for the absurd,
Spell-bound and over-suspicious
Who are we to judge us?
And what’s it all matter?
If we’re taking the time to find out who we are
Maybe we can decide whether we ride or die
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8. |
Kaleidoscope
04:16
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Imagine life
Was a colouring book
With the pages pallid back to back
And all the lines
Became overlooked
As they followed the shapes in your mind
Oh, what dreaming could be
Lean to the side
And watch the clouds in their flight
Meaning of mine;
To indulge in self means
To miss the moments that
Make the storyline
The bolds & brights
Battle ‘brilliant mud’
And they splash around over the page
But when they fight
There’s a synchronise
And a beautiful piece left behind
Oh, I’m dreaming
Lean to the side
And watch the clouds in their flight
Meaning of mine;
To indulge in self means
To miss the moments that
Make the storyline
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Panic Bed
03:27
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Another morning with the world upside down
I handstand to flip up it the right way around
But my shoulders can’t hold the weight
And my head pounds from this inverted shape
Every day there’s an accident
Someone’s gone out and made a panic bed
But it was only built with twigs
As there right mind was fixed on other things
Well, stillness is broken by a willingness to dissolve it
Or is it time that unfolds it, through a blinded appetence?
In a bitter moment I wanted more
I tumble around and choose to ignore
All the warnings that someone wrote
What do they care - as long as I’m staying afloat
Well, stillness is broken by a willingness to dissolve it
Or is it time that unfolds it, through a blinded appetence?
Just a splash in the water to completely change everything
And then it all explodes in and we long for the still again
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10. |
Float
02:16
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I feel I’m trying to stay afloat in this crowd, but it’s loud
I tie my hands up in the rope you’ve thrown out, please stick around
We could float around in the breeze
At least that’s what the most of us believe
So we lie in the wind in the hope it blows in
Will it catch all the feathers in our wings?
Please.. are you famous?
Rolling ‘round with scissors in your hands could be dangerous
Oh, right. You’ve had sight from the beginning
With rose coloured rims that could look right through everything
I feel I’m trying to stay afloat in this crowd, but it’s loud (could look right through everything)
I tie my hands up in the rope you’ve thrown out, please stick around
Could look right through everything (could look right through everything)
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My friend, ambivalence
Offers its hand to me
Poor fool, take a look at you now
Hiding amongst the sheets
I died in the forest that I had a hand in growing
My friend, indecision
I’m not too sure is clean
Awful recollections
Discord inside a dream
I died in the forest that I had a hand in growing
I lay on the carpet and I felt the branches pulling
I ride theta, I like what it means to dream
Dive in deeper, right into my memories
I’ve done this before
And I know what I’m doing
Do I?
My fear, ambivalence
Worn out across the sheets
Cradle in the love that you found
Caught somewhere in between
I died in the forest that I had a hand in growing
I lay on the carpet and I felt the branches pulling
I ride theta, I like what it means to dream
Dive in deeper, right into my memories
I’ve done this before
And I know what I’m doing
Do I?
Do I?
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12. |
Pig In The Wrong Pit
03:45
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A pig in the wrong pit
Who’s leading the whole thing
There’s a lie in the mud pile
And we need to crush it
You call it design
I call it a landslide
A crumbling, faceless, wrecking tide
I’m caught outside (distorted)
While you sit courtside (I’m sidelined again)
Where you share sleeping pills with co-conspirators
To get by
A pig in the wrong pit
Who’s leading the whole thing
There’s a lie in the mud pile
And we need to crush it
Duplicit divine (distorted)
While your dressed up in wolf hide (I’m sidelined again)
And you hold a scabbard strapped to your side
If we leave out a light
Could you hear both sides?
Don’t just flip the coin, it hardly ever lands right
A pig in the wrong pit
Who’s leading the whole thing
There’s a lie in the mud pile
And we need to crush it
A pig in the wrong pit
Who’s leading the whole thing
There’s a lie in the mud pile
And we need to crush it
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13. |
Napier
03:50
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All abstract medallions are filled in bright
On ceilings the paint peels about the lights
The struggling walls crumbling to rubble inside
If this house was a body
The kitchen is the atrium
The heart that holds the dishes
And everything that we’ve been in
The rabble of phantoms laugh down the halls
Heard under old rafters, I miss them all
We crowd around, ebullient, not close enough
If this house was a body
The kitchen is the atrium
The heart that holds the dishes
And everything that we’ve been in
This house is our friendship
That we’ve kept outside it
The kitchen’s still got dishes
Our home is where the heart lives
This house is our friendship
That we’ve kept outside it
The kitchen’s still got dishes
Our home is where the heart lives
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Feelds Melbourne, Australia
Feelds is the project of Melbourne / Naarm-based songwriter and producer, James Seymour, who has an aptitude for creating
intricate, multi-faceted worlds from even the simplest ideas.
The genre blurring next chapter for Feelds is James at his most self-assured and magnetic, with a magnitude of layers that reveal themselves more and more with each listen.
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