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Jawbreaker
04:52
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A lie this size won't fit through my teeth so comfortably.
And when my jaw gives way, somebody's bound to notice.
But a perfect smile is worth it for a while, a perfect smile...
Well it's ear to ear, and you're trusted like an enemy.
It won't be long before your teeth betray you.
So hold your tongue, before they cut it loose, hold your tongue...
What do you do, who do you turn into,
when the Devil begins to show his roots?
Is it turn your head and flee?
Or "Get behind me!"?
Or some form of catch and release?
Of a creature that has dug in long ago; begins to show his hold.
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Mud
03:54
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Ill news is an ill guest.
Ill news is an ill guest.
So, pray he doesn't show,
pray he doesn't show,
pray he doesn't show.
Like cigarettes in the fog,
I'm a poison in your blood.
So point out my disease,
and I'll recede into the mud.
Forked tongues behind teeth or in cheeks,
well they're of no concern to me.
When you're trusted like a crook,
your enemies are thick as thieves.
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Static Mathematic
04:12
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Well I left my courage in your belly, in your current.
And it rolled down to the tracks.
My body aches from you holding me down.
And I'm never coming back,
No I'm never coming back.
The static increased as we crept down the street.
And I don't want to be here, but we need to sleep.
Come and tell me that I'm too young and that I should know better.
Come and tell me I should remain the same, down to the letter.
But everything you do these days is out of obligation,
see the thing is, you're a temporary walking calculation.
You are left, right, left, right, left, right, left.
Repetition it wears, repetition is death.
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left.
Repetition, repetition!
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Old & New
03:42
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I don't know where I am.
I don't know where to start.
Which sorry too save for last place--
--we're in last place!
And God, oh my God, I'm out of warnings.
And God, oh my God, I'm out of sorrys.
This town it makes me heavy,
makes me wander in my sleep,
it makes me call into the haze,
it makes me batten down the keep!
And cry into the milk black--
--a whisper, a plea,
of who I used to be, of who I used to be.
I am the leaky sink in your RV,
I'm the dust on the pant leg of your favourite blue jeans.
Don't lose me in the old and new,
don't leave without a fight,
I'm caught in a wave that won't crash over me,
and I don't feel the same.
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I Am Machi Edmonton, Alberta
[beautifully heavy; wayfaring souls]
I Am Machi recommends:
The Life Machine
by Death by Robot
Best Band Friends Forever (BBFFs)! Their catchy hooks will be stuck in your big ol' brain for days! They're also some of the friendliest chums on the block. Death By Robot forever!
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Fave album for a while now! Saw these fellas open for Hollerado. They blew our brains our the back of our faces! We were also close enough to get their sweat on us which is a super bonus!
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If you ever get the chance, SEE THESE GUYS LIVE! They tore the roof off of The Starlite Room! They're chalk full of tasty grooves and songs to keep you shaking your hips until the end of time!
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The Chicago duo marries post-punk and indie-pop sounds on their charming debut release.
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The Soft Cavalry
by The Soft Cavalry
Dreamy debut from the husband-wife avant-pop duo of Slowdive’s Rachel Goswell and musician Steve Clarke.
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Wild, dark, heavy psychedelia that approaches dystopian visions of the present with absurdist humor.
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