1. |
Back On My Bullshit
04:13
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Damn It feels bad to be
Back on my bullshit
On a warm summer day
When I'm just about to lose it
And I would do anything
To never get back that feeling again
Cause I just suffocate
When I'm back on my bullshit
Cut me up, save me a slice
Babe there's no rush just, just take your time
And it gets hot in the oven sometimes
So let's just take our clothes of
Just you, I and your knife
Weird fantasies corrupt my mind
When I see a couple kiss, I just want to crash and die
And I don't know why, lately I'm just built like this
I hate that I'm back on my bullshit
Damn It feels bad to be
Back on my bullshit
On a warm summer day
When I'm just about to lose it
And I would do anything
To never get back that feeling again
Cause I just suffocate
When I'm back on my bullshit
And I fell in love with a girl at a thrift store
You should have seen her, like wow
And we haven't talked at all
But we looked at each other like once or twice, twice
And I fell in love with my best friend a few times
And that sucks, It makes me tell a lot of lies
And I don't know why, lately I'm just built like this
I hate that I'm back on my bullshit
Damn It feels bad to be
Back on my bullshit
On a warm summer day
When I'm just about to lose it
And I would do anything
To never get back that feeling again
Cause I just suffocate
When I'm back on my bullshit
Cause I just suffocate
When I'm back on my bullshit
I hate that I'm back on my bullshit
Cause I just suffocate
When I'm back on my bullshit
I hate that I'm back on my bullshit
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Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Sleeveless shirts are too loose
It's an open secret she said it is not new
She hasn't eaten for a few days (how could she?)
She has to self-destruct in some ways
And it's just routine now
And I need to rest my voice
So come on, pass me the joint, cough in my throat, too
I really wasn't a huge fan (and the wise girl said)
But it looks really hot in your hands
And it's just routine now
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3. |
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Oh, girl you got it
Gi-gi-gi-girl you got it
Gi-girl you got it
My heart rate is running out the past
Like my favourite band
Happiness in present tense
And in the morning
Once we realize where we're at
I reach for your hand
And we'll just say
Oh, girl you got it
Come on and feel this newfound cool
Breathe and let the sun in
Collect yourself and see you soon
I fear my heart is gonna spill
To paint a scene that feels like silk
(A pondering Fashionista
Makes a movement from the frail)
Art on the screen tilts so serene
And love, there's still so much to peel
(The girls and the man in the gift shop
Calling my name)
And it feels like
It's no longer a fight to speak
All this time
I didn't know what's right with me
All my life
I didn't care for it honestly
I always found it hard to breathe
But now sometimes I get to be, oh
Girl you got it
Come on and feel this newfound cool
Breathe and let the sun in
Collect yourself and see you soon
And if you feel it you gotta let it
Lies are too flimsy to manage
In earnest and dramatic
I'm back to catch the rabbit
I'm sifting through desire
My timid is a lighter
It's life the way it's wired
I run out from the tunnel
And I morph into you certainly
Where you feel like a hug and eternity
Shameless tactility
Not scared of its intensity
Oh the girl is you, the girl is me
There's still so much left to feel
I'm so over keeping still
We'll shift the form to where it needs to be, oh
Oh girl you got it
Got the key, unlock it
Oh, girl you got it
Come on and feel this newfound cool
Breathe and let the sun in
Collect yourself and see you soon
You didn't know what people meant
When they say they are fine
Didn't want to look a mess
So you bide your tears and hide
With no life behind my eyes
Dying to know why
There were so many signs
I missed them all the time, but now
Girl you got it
Come on and feel this newfound cool
Breathe and let the sun in
Collect yourself and see you soon
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4. |
metacommentary_2022
01:07
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The places we would go
To free our souls from
Every bit of
Discomfort
A liver on its way to die
Kind of a weird name it got
Act dumb sometimes
All batteries die
It's okay to cry
Thank you for being alive
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5. |
Healthy Relationships
03:13
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A cookout into a ditch
I'm a real thin cloud
And I scream and it's nothing
Like an axe in your mouth
And I'm choking on needles
Hence I can leave the house
And I'm breathing in, I let you live
And it's working
It should be working
But I wanna drop dead by day
I'm already on my way
To fuck you up
And your regressive delusions
Will kill me even worse for you
You say the things you think I want you to
But you don't really give a fuck, do you?
And I'm choking on needles
Hence I can leave the house
And I'm breathing in, I let you live
And it's working
It should be working
But I wanna drop dead by day
I'm already on my way
To fuck you up
And it should be working
But I wanna drop dead by day
I'm already on my way
To fuck you up
And it should be working
And it should be working
It should be working
(It should be)
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6. |
Thousand Degrees
02:47
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And through life and death through June
My mind disconnects and flees the room
Didn't know where to put my face and then something changed
Crumbling under the space
Thinking the house went up in flames
There is so much hell beyond the agreed
(It must be at least a thousand degrees)
great news dropped, so exciting
I mean they should be, I just don't mind them
I'm staring at the page untill it gets dark
Nodding, but can't tell any of the words apart
Stale nerves echoed from the phone
In a state of trance behind vacuum-sealed doors
I was unable to move and too young explain what's wrong
Pulled down with the rocks
Water overflowing my lungs
I don't know what's new anymore
Anymore
Patch things up when i get sick of dying
Dragging my sinking heart
I swim to the center I'm
Zig-zagging between moving cars
Spacing how to tell the streets apart
The bells started to race when I woke up in knots
Got thrown to the curb when all life froze and got stuck
It's a non-excuse
But it's all I've got
I tell you it's a fluke
But it will happen a lot
And there's too much to take when there's too much to care
Too many places where I would rather be anywhere else
There's too many feelings behind every shell
There's too many pieces you wish you could sell
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7. |
Fruits
03:21
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Thirteen seconds after midnight you rushed back into the house
Joking that we don't feel any different, verbatim like last time
And we fall asleep to what sounds like the world crumbling
And we don't bother to check
Cause we don't care if it's the drugs or if shit really got out of hand
And the ground whimpers and turns inside out under your bed
It's scary as hell but you take a glimpse anyway
Looking for its meaning within you but the closest you get
Is a piece of fruit stuck inside your teeth
I don't want to waste your time
I'm not even sure how
A warning from the seventies
Crushed up between dead end pleas
When all known's falling
You still waste your language
This place bores me
Take your business somewhere else
I don't want this
I don't want any of this
Leave my hair out in the rain
When I pretend to smoke
Get lost pound by pound
Trying to hold on to my door
And after all this floating around
You figured out how to get bound? Oh no
Have you learned nothing?
When the spaceship takes off with the one percent
Fake tears rain from their diamond covered eyes of glass
And I think I'm about to throw up
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8. |
Streaming
01:17
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Don't place yourself somewhere else
Just stay right here, just keep on trying
And don't remind me
That it's so unlikely
That the bleeding will ever stop
Kept clinging on the past
And don't leave before you leave
I rest my head on your chest, forget I'm depressed
And just keep on trying
And don't remind me
That it's so unlikely
That the bleeding will ever stop
It's already too far gone
And don't leave before you leave
And don't leave before you leave
And don't leave before you leave
And don't leave before you leave
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PostPostPurple is a Europe-based duo making experimental pop-rock, art-rock, bedroom-pop, indie, shoegaze, lo-fi, hi.-fi, mixed-fidelity, trip-hop, alt-pop, funk-pop, pop, alternative, post-punk, punk, UK garage, electronic, post-pop, depressive, contemplative music with a kinda chill, scary vibe ... more
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