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The Torchbearer
03:13
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~lyrics~
the silence speaks:
“you’ll be buried sullen and empty.”
your family’s shame
kept beside you at all times.
it’s the same battered resolve.
the soil behaves
as if you’re finally loving again.
the leaves decay
atop the envy we knew you’d repressed.
now, you are all that you hate.
on some hazy day,
when your return swallows me whole,
i’ll know to speak
in ways the summer couldn’t defend.
the silence heaves:
“leave your resentment where it belongs.”
did you catch the light through the cracks?
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Palindrome
04:15
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~lyrics~
it’s like a gentle hum
that keeps you up as much as it soothes.
it’s like a slow burn
in all the ways it found to harm.
it’s in our quivered breaths
under threat of “not enough.”
and you were patient then
with every dream you could not recall.
i taste the lead again,
you slide your furor off the side of the bed.
and if we call it by name
could we capture it and ask
“of all the homes you find,
why nestle in our pride?”
our triumph fades
once i am shaken awake.
it’s like the first time
you crept your way into my life
it’s like the quiet yearn
of a hand climbing down your back
am i wanted, then?
or will i stay a means to an end?
and if you call me by name,
could i outrun the shame
of knowing that i’ll find
every reason to reside
right by your side
in the darkest corner of my mind
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Wreath
03:27
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~lyrics~
an open thought for
what it means & how it feels,
and the difference in each. (are you half unseen?)
all at once, i am all my best and all my worst.
do you wear it like a wreath when you can’t sleep?
it flooded every inch of me.
is it easier to breathe when i’m beneath you?
adjacent cause; adjacent flaws:
they do not spell out a name,
nor the boundaries you claim
when you feel you fit the frame.
crown the depths,
unsteep your guilt and your unrest.
reach around that remembrance, still.
hold me down until i do not speak anymore, and let it go.
do we brace until it breaks us in at last?
you are the daydream that i dread.
why is it harder to leave than to stave you off?
are you learning how it reads from far away?
they won’t love you for your grief.
it’s a prayer that you whispered half asleep,
it’s not a promise that you’ll keep.
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4. |
Ludlow
02:26
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~lyrics~
i pull my left hook hard again
i hock my “right way” out and then
i took the wrong way out again
i feed it back and bleed a friend
“is it a fault that you try to pin
on everyone that you’ve ever lost?
would you force it until it fits?
is it the blood rush that you love?”
now, i am stunted and blind.
would i have made any other choice?
i pull my left hook hard again
i hock my “right way” out and then
i took the wrong way out again
i feed it back and bleed a friend
i cut my loss as a good man does
tease it out until the feeling comes
i cut as close as you know to look
it’s just as much what you know i took
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5. |
The Receiver
05:44
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~lyrics~
oh, my receiver, how long it’s been.
i had rolled over in my bed until it felt like a grave.
can you bear my voice? will you speak up again?
i will heel at your behest.
i cannot catch your attention
while you stare straight ahead.
are you happy?
did you collect
all your debts?
oh, my believer, how does it sting?
i’d circled back to the moment until it felt like a dream.
can i ease your mind? at least sleep through it all?
can you meet me again,
at the epicenter of our affliction?
i won’t speak out of turn.
are you happy?
did you collect
all your debts?
in the room before you
i can feel it all around,
a fever that surrounds and
keeps us small and hunkered down;
compounding all the terror out loud.
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6. |
Holden
04:00
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~lyrics~
it’s after we’ve lied about
having gone to sleep
i desperately repeat:
“you are not my missing piece.”
but if it’s peace i want then
how do i surrender
your gilded sighs, your grip, and
the crook of your neck?
how ageless is the want
to plunge headfirst in the water;
the surge of feeling like
you’re held by something bigger?
and i’ve tried to starve my need
to be led by the hand
to who i’m meant to be.
if i could be still you know
i would. besides, it’s easier to lie.
and when i lift my arms above my head
i pray that i am lifted instead.
defenestrated
by a force unseen
oh believer, is it
ever really up to me?
how ageless is the want
to plunge headfirst in the water;
the surge of feeling like
you’re held by something bigger?
and i’ve tried to starve my need
to be led by the hand
to who i’m meant to be.
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Egret
03:43
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~lyrics~
“if i should say less,
would that leave you wanting more?”
“is that what you learned
against your parents’ door?”
a child of white noise
and mirrors painted over.
we fucked up when
we collared our old lives.
it’s hard to swallow
all the bloodlust.
a door forced open,
like teeth to tile.
a tempest.
“did you guess we’d
tear one another to shreds?
is that why you spend your time
tearing up your skin instead?”
“you thought me gleaming,
a flash behind your eyes.
i think it fair that
i deny myself that pride.”
i am playing
out an old dream:
a row of egrets;
your father spoke of
sympathy
a bird leans in close,
it whispers something
of scarcely tempered rage.
i speak it back to you;
you’re silent.
in the backseat, both
our first and last times,
i didn’t mean to make our bed,
but god, i feel cold as i lie in it.
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8. |
Revenant
04:43
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~lyrics~
i regret digging you a grave so shallow.
as if i await you shifting mounds of earth,
as if i want you to wake up and gut me for it.
but you will whisper at every pause on the turnpike.
i am the one choked up
on all the dirt and irony.
i am yours, eroded and mute.
you remain just beneath the surface, always,
as your parents have with you.
you have held your mother’s pain aloft, a coronary refrain.
am i the skin you grafted
onto all the wounds you didn’t tend to?
am i just flawed enough?
i cannot keep tracking mud through every home i enter;
i cannot put you to rest until you grant me silence.
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9. |
Seraph
03:38
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~lyrics~
what does it take to get there?
you’re on the roof, arms stretched wide
safe alone, cradled by the afternoon
all your friends called you up
wrap the streets around your newfound headglow
born of asphalt and its callous disregard
warped and faded as you retrace all your steps
is it just like you remember?
you know you must wait to know your place
at the end of the hall, arms stretched wide
is it enough to know they care?
all your friends hoist you up.
hold your head high ‘till it hits the mattress hard
trust your favorite signs that it will be alright
warm and fading as you finally get your rest
is it just like you remember?
you can’t have it any other way,
but you know you would do it all over
just to catch that glimmer again.
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10. |
The Woolgatherer
04:44
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~lyrics~
as the fury fades to grace,
watch redemption’s furtive place.
like a breaching of a mind you won’t recall had any sign of each indomitable time;
blotting out a bleach stain to reframe.
it’s like a forgery
(is that enough of me?)
holden brazenry
(folded hazardry)
how understayed, the loss one feels,
(unlearn a fragment, come in)
to re-decide on claims to lay beside.
(the hum is low)
pull taught your own hope, no crease to ride
on the bedsheets stained and plied
posit pressure to the mind as you collect a kin of strife - you will bind yourself blind in time.
cordoned off and quartered, your core verse
stands to lose some faith
is it a forgery?
(it is enough of me)
holden brazenry
(folded hazardry)
how understayed, the loss one feels,
(unlearn a fragment, come in)
to re-decide on claims to lay beside.
(the hum is low)
i’d celebrate the settling sea; a virtue.
(let limp your right hand; release)
and i recognize i keep alight that burning lake. (the hunger still)
i know.
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11. |
Kept
01:41
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~lyrics~
i struggle to rephrase the way it first came to me.
i think of it as formless now, just a shift in the dormer.
you’re alive again, in that same sense: in belief.
a meadowlark skirts the lake: a renewal. oh smith, how we knew ya.
now repeat after him:
“if you wanted to, you would.”
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Corsicana Denver, Colorado
hi! ben here. me & my friends make indie rock/dream pop with some added bleep bloops <3
Corsicana recommends:
Everything, All at Once
by These Bashful Claws
a wonderful, wonderful album by a very talented individual. perfect balance of the serene/pensive and climactic/lush.
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absolutely imperative for any fans of shoegaze. a very rare case of a band returning after extended hiatus and impressing in every possible way.
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alex is one of the best songwriters out there, IMO. such an amazingly warm, human record that i constantly find new ways of connecting with.
go to albumIf you like Corsicana, you may also like:
Fans of Galaxie 500 and Lush are invited to sink into this lovely record of shimmery dream pop from Toronto group Tallies.
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The Los Angeles power duo explore a world of "guitars, grunge, and gas station burritos" on their debut album, a riff-fueled road trip.
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Glowing Red On The Shore EP
by The fin.
Smart breezy indie-pop from Kobe, Japan. Sophisticated tunes with neat guitar work and dreamy vocals.
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