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Sell The Tape Machine
04:34
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Lately I’ve been thinking we should sell the tape machine
There’s no money making records and we can’t afford nice things
You could get a better job and I could finish my degree
Maybe live a little healthier and get a bit more sleep
Lately I’ve been thinking we should sell the whole damn thing
There’s no money making records and we’re no longer twenty three
We could both get better jobs, the kind that put us right to sleep
And when we’ve saved a little money, we can buy a tape machine
Lately I can’t shake the thought that we will watch each other die from this
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Come Sunlight
03:49
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Come sunlight
Coffee habits
Days scroll by
Mark their passage
Ears ring I
Rest in static
Doom screen light
I’m an addict
Come midnight
I’m still at it
Feel it rise (my unwelcome friend)
With dead eyes (and a hollow grin)
Come sunlight (I can try again)
For tonight (This is the bed I’m in)
I can’t sleep
You could sleep through anything
Come sunlight
I can try again
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Home
02:47
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You scratched my name off of your list
Of the people you still miss.
I never call. You never write.
We never share a drink or our time.
But when we were younger, we were in love or
At least at times we wished we were.
We were just lonely. We were alone.
We didn’t know how much we could hurt (each other).
And yeah, I was cruel. Yeah, you were distant.
We both walked away with wounds.
But now we are older. Our skin is thicker
And I hope you’ve found a home
To fill with love to fill with children
To fill with everything you wanted
And I hope you’re happy.
I hope you’re happy.
I hope you’re happy like I am.
I hope you’re happy.
I hope you’re happy.
I hope you’re happy like I hope I am.
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Oh, you’re so silent now
Not a sound
But I’m still here next to you
If sing loud enough, can I keep the dust off of us?
‘Cause I’m still here
I’m still here
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I am a puppet
I am a marionette
And my heart is fighting my head
To grasp the strings again
I am a shadow
A rumor of what I’ve been
Hollow cheeks and sunken eyes
Brittle bones rattling in skin
These hands they are useless
These feet take me nowhere new
And the paths I take remain unchanged
From the scraping of my shoes
I am no cause
I’m no effect
Seven years in this city
Still no one here knows my name
I could pass through walls like smoke
I could spread out like a flame
Engulfing this whole town
Leaving nothing but a blanket of ash
An unsettling lack of sound
I am no cause
I’m no effect
This too shall pass right through us
I’ve found that I can disappear just by standing still
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Walled In
05:04
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Sprawled out on the floor
Watch the fan trace lazy circles
Count my breaths in fours
With every step you take
I can feel your footfalls in the
Floorboards’ subtle shake
And you’re only just beginning to wake up
As you cross the bedroom in your shirt and socks
Pull up to all fours
Drag myself across the carpet
Press against the door
Listen to you leave
Wonder if you hold your breath, too
Just to hear me breathe
And you’re just a steel core deadbolt door away
As you pass me in the concrete floor hallway
After all we are all alone
Some day I will shake this and wake up
Wake up
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I Like Having You Here
02:42
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For the first time in years,
I think I may have everything
figured out
and arranged.
I stayed up all night
just to write
out all the reasons I
can’t be alone again,
I can’t be without you again.
So I practiced my speech aloud,
desperate to edit out
the awkward mumbling,
nervous stumbling.
Not that it matters now,
because no words are coming out.
I just stand paralyzed,
captured in your crystal eyes.
So I stutter and you will smile.
“Come and sit down awhile,” you say,
“I like having you here.”
Your words are like wine.
I feel drunk all the time.
If you would say yes,
I’d be yours for the rest of our lives.
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So Stay
03:45
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We’re both lost in our own dreams
‘Til the sun slips through the blinds and gently
Pulls us from our sleep
Your arms reaching out for me
Pull you close and we both go
Drifting back to sleep
We don’t have to wake up today
We don’t have to wake up so stay
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Bookshelves
02:51
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We don’t need the club lights
We don’t need the pressing crowds
We just need our small lives
The home that we have built ourselves
Piled on the bookshelves
And if I have regrets, they’re disappearing now
And if I have my doubts, I won’t say it aloud
I’ll fill our home with warm sounds
Songs I’ll write for no one else
I’ll build us bigger bookshelves
We can fill them with the books
We’ll write and bind ourselves
And if you have regrets, if I’m disappointing you
And if you have your doubts, please don’t say it aloud
We’ll stay in all night
Swallowing our words
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Ashes
04:56
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We drown in silence
Eyes tight and open mouths
Our empty bodies shudder
Our last breath leaking out
Our lungs expand to swallow every word
All our love and all our pain returned
As we expire
Our buoyancy returns
Our hearts grown tired
Now just ashes for the urn
Our bones dissolve and turn us back to earth
Maybe at the end, that’s all we’re worth?
Send my letters home
Fill my casket up with stones
So it won’t feel so empty
And though we die alone
We fill our hearts with hope
So we won’t feel so empty
And when our shells collapse
A scattered energy
A sigh in the expanse
A small bend in gravity
A light seen through the cracks
That spread but never meet
An unpatterned advance
Of dust and memory
Send my letters home
Fill my casket up with stones
So it won’t feel so empty
And though we die alone
We fill our hearts with hope
Send my letters home
Fill my casket up with stones
So it won’t feel so empty
And when I die alone
Go find your heart a home
So you won’t feel so empty
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Ross Ingram El Paso, Texas
Ross Ingram is a musician/producer/engineer based in El Paso, TX. In addition to performing and releasing music under his own name, he plays guitar/keys in El Paso shoegaze band, EEP, and runs Brainville, a full service recording studio.
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