1. |
Carpet Kid
03:56
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i think less
and i jump more
and my arms adjust to
i see less
but i taste more
it's not hard to walk away
melting plastic for the warmth
burning holes in my chest
split a napkin for dessert
there's no trough without a crest
i am home in this mess
i am home
i hear less
i don't dream anymore
in quiet colorless sheets
the deep breaths
that time forgets
that's youth
raising insects as kids
weird kids make out with a lisp
please share a blanket i'm cold
its not worth it i know
i am home in this mess
i am home
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2. |
Four to Twelve
04:07
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thin red lines keep the water warm
dipping little feet in the liquids of the storm
because keeping together is not what it seems
keep safe the sacred egg in a pyramid of dreams
and i'll wait
and i'll wait
i believe i believe we have something to share
wait and i'll wait
and i'll wait
i believe i believe we have something to share
i'm not close with a god
i believe in you
because you make me laugh in tune
casting bubbles in the air towards the flowers in your cap
it's dripping off your skin and falling in your lap
because keeping together is not what it seems
when you're making conversations with the figments in the trees
and i'll wait
and i'll wait
i believe i believe we have something to share
wait and i'll wait
and i'll wait
i believe i believe we have something to share
i'm not close with a god
i believe in you
because you make me laugh
and i'll wait
and i'll wait
i believe i believe we have something to share
wait and i'll wait
and i'll wait
i believe i believe we have something to share
i'm not close with a god
i believe in you
because you make me laugh in tune
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3. |
Mongrel Mash
02:12
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*savory licks*
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4. |
Net
03:35
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the fallen tree is happy
the birds and their young
abandon their nest
now there is peace inside his head
the quiet man is sweating
his wife and his children
in their Sunday best
his tie's to tight around his neck
i'm okay
i'm right here
time is straight
these cars don't steer
my thoughts race around me
the reasons you won't come home
i'm biting holes in my cheeks
the unhealing sores
inside my mouth
my tongue is too fond of the cuts
i'm okay
i'm right here
time is straight
these cars don't steer
tricycles in parking lots
the birds and butterflies know heaven's not there
there's a net
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5. |
Give it a Fucking Rest
03:00
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leaky trees
feed the leaves
my roof's clean
it's not like it was
crying mimes
at tea time
absentee
earlgrey calamari
gifted a torch and a light
winds on the cheeks of a child
you're not good
tails on a transluscent kite
float hither thither for a time
you're not good
guarantees
escape the teeth
idioms
and black bacterium
you don't notice when it's around
it feels like a phantom
it occupies paint in your wall
gifted a torch and a light
winds on the cheeks of a child
you're not good
tails on a transluscent kite
float hither thither for a time
you're not good
contrite
and wasteful
gun shy
and fruitful
gifted a torch and a light
winds on the cheeks of a child
you're not good
tails on a transluscent kite
float hither thither for a time
you're not good
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Halfgrass Eastvale, California
Blake Cook-Vocals/Rhythm Guitar
Jacob Jeanal-Bass
Peter Calderon-Samples/Keys/Guitar
Luke Cook-
Drums
Noah Castanedo-Lead Guitar
halfgrassband@gmail.com
Instagram: @halfgrass.online
Facebook: www.facebook.com/halfgrasstheband/
"Carpet Kid" Music Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=T70vuLNYokM&t=122s
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