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My Slow Life

by Tex Fuller

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1.
From every false kindness Follows total lethargy The devotees of the famine Live a spectral misery A shadow lies over these hills A vision growing dimmer Hangs suspended in the air Through the passages of bodies Runs a nervous, piercing glare A shadow lies over these hills You cannot keep on dreaming those hills
2.
Flower 02:24
Our time is gone Find better ways New moon trembles in my hands We grow thin, all end up in hospitals Like flowers in bloom already decompose Our time is gone Find better ways Blue dawn stirs the empty rooms We grow weird, conspire under secret names Like flowers in bloom already decompose
3.
Through a pipeline People peering down Over landscapes vast and lone Not to be remembered, roaming around All the distant figures are said to have gone into exile In a free land Stranger other shores Among the ruins of the wars Not to be remembered, roaming around All the distant figures are said to have gone into exile Over several decades of roaming around All the distant figures are said to have gone into, disappeared and vanished into exile
4.
Fog Line 04:23
The ghostlike fog line of self-consciousness That surrounds our stifled lives Evokes the notion of another world A hand that reaches into an empty space These transient states amount to nothing Water spilling from your mouth I could call you up a billion stars away Or sleep it off and disappear
5.
You're wasting time again All by yourself And I used to be alone Cause they were hollower than hiding all the time Fallin' in line Pictures are flowin' Burnin' their houses down Seen on the outside Pukin' and cryin' Goin' through the motions I used to hang around Drunk in the hallway I'm torn up Soon over faded grounds Bent, bitter, blue And gone through the broken years I guess I'm sorry that I'm spiteful all the time Fallin' in line Pictures are flowin' Burnin' their houses down Seen on the outside Pukin' and cryin' Goin' through the motions I used to hang around Drunk in the hallway I'm torn up
6.
White son routine And I'm goin' nowhere fast Eternal son routine I'm not stupid, but I want to do it wrong We're trapped in the same old places White son routine And I'm goin' nowhere fast Eternal son routine I'm not stupid, but I want to do it wrong We're wearing these stupid faces ... wrong We're trapped in the same old places
7.
Quiet 02:51
Won't you come and see a boy about town? You can always come out Maybe meet and hang around When the party's over You're so quiet There's better ways to spend your time Than locked in orbit around a nothing Drinking lots and taking showers Unemployment, masturbation town Sleeping through the hours of the day There's a thing outside me That brings a sudden change in mood And a nameless fever You're so quiet There's better ways to spend your time Than locked in orbit around a nothing Drinking lots and taking showers Self-assertion, masturbation town
8.
If you feel bad I shy away Yeah and call for the doctor If you feel bad I shy away Someone saw you imagining yourself, it's enough to bring you down Every dreaded moment circles in your mind, let's just go away for awhile If you feel bad I shy away Yeah and call for the doctor If you feel bad I shy away All those old things that bottle up inside, you can tell me if you want Endless motion wavering in fear, let's just go away for awhile
9.
Things fall apart again Fables, hallowed ground Pale nights in wondertown I lay my body down Blue light from gas stations flickers through my brain Days flow indifferently Shapeless little lump A mystic malady That broods and stupefies I'm a small child in the off hours, far gone, displaced Close your eyes or else your face will crumble into ashes in my palms Dull your senses and let the world be mistaken for the shape you see it in These variations on the same gesture of disapproval get to be a bore A restless groping, a ghastly slit, a series of searches for someone to trust
10.
I Like You 01:42
It's not your fault Keep it to myself I like you

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released November 26, 2017

Søren Porsmose: Guitar, vocals
Rasmus Knold: Bass
Alexander Vitus: Drums

Recorded October 2015 by Esben Korsgaard Rasmussen
Mixed and mastered by Christian Henrik Ankerstjerne
Cover by Andreas Korsgaard Rasmussen & Tex Fuller

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