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Milk Teeth
03:56
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Tender is the hole in my head
You reach in a finger and you wag it at the ways I misled
But I can’t hold on for you any longer
I can’t hold on for you any longer
I can’t hold on any longer
Tender is the lamb in my bed
Teeth of an animal and ego of a man I want it dead
But I can’t hold out for you any longer
I can’t hold on for you any longer
I tried my best
I fucked up the rest
Stay away
Oh, I
I stay away
And I thought by now they’d all fall out
But I see their impressions up and down your legs
Up and down your legs
Up and down your legs
I feel the same
I feel the same
I feel the same
I feel the same
I feel so sick and to blame
I feel the same I
Feel the same I
Feel the same I
I feel the same as you do, I know
I feel the same as you do, I know
I feel the same as you do, I know
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2. |
Stars
03:32
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There’s so much you can get away with
But I don’t mind
Drive my car far into the night
Well, I don’t drive
Not anymore
Or court my morbid fascination with the end
Oh, I don’t want to leave the water
Leave the water
And can you hear the sound of the
Screaming stars all in my throat and
I am pounding, pounding down the door
I am watching
Watching you in a dream
If I could, I would’ve screamed
Leave the water
Leave the water
I saw stars
I saw stars
If I could, I would’ve screamed for you that sleepless night
Instead I laid down in the road and counted the black lights
There was one, two, three, four, five, and six of them and
I woke up on the other side of town
By the river
By the river
Lungs all full of soil and my bones they ached for you
Head a cloud of smoke a maze of morning dew
Drops on the daisies that I crushed between my thumbs
I left my body by the water
By the water
And I saw stars
I saw stars
I saw stars
I saw stars
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
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3. |
Split Lung
03:27
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Hungry
Breathing
Starving
Seething
I’m not tired
I can sleep
Oh god, I’ll rip them out of me
Home again
Care for
A split lung
Airborne
I’m not tired
I want sleep
Oh god, I’ll rip them out of me
I’m not tired
(I can't breathe)
I can’t sleep
(I can't breathe)
Oh god, I’ll rip them out of me
Hungry
(Crack the lip)
Breathing
(Crack the whip when I slack)
I’m starving
(Hungry)
I am seething
(Breathing)
I’m home again
(Hungry)
To care for
(Breathing)
A split lung
(Starving)
Airborne
(Seething)
I’m not tired
(I can't breathe)
I can’t sleep
(I can't breathe)
Oh god,
(Starving)
I’ll rip them out of me
(Seething)
I’m not tired
(I can't breathe)
I can’t sleep
(I can't breathe)
Oh god,
(Starving)
I’ll rip them out of me
(Seething)
Starving
Seething
Starving
Seething
Starving
Seething
Starving
Seething
Starving
Seething
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Always peeling back my skin
Never comfortable with the place I’m living in
Salty water
Drop me in
Feel the rush of blood I’m ruddy again
I hear the siren in my dreams
Always hear it, don’t know what it means
Snapping branches, making way
Hesitating, no I can’t delay
All this straining
And throwing fits
I don’t know, I don’t know the use for it
I always see you in my dreams
I don’t, I swear I don’t know what it means
I peel it back now
So you can see
Everything I promised that I was, I’ll be
Cause this ambition
And swollen pride
I think it might be all I’ve got inside
I lay the day out like a sheet
I feel it and I don’t know what it means
Don’t know what it means
Don’t know what it means (for me)
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Honeycrush New York, New York
Honeycrush is the solo project of New York singer-songwriter and poet Alexandra
Antonopoulos.
Characterized by evocative storytelling and raw, emotive vocals, Honeycrush blurs the edges of alternative and indie rock drawing on the influences of ‘90s permawave artists like Fiona Apple, Nirvana, PJ Harvey, and Jeff Buckley.
Antonopoulos writes & records in her home studio in Brooklyn.
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