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Always Adrift
02:15
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Walking down a street crowded with passing cars to nowhere in particular, a destination neither near or far. A city that’s in flux, without a rhythm to call its own. The salty breeze blows in off the bay.
Days spent staring through nostalgic eyes, adrift in the patterns of daily life. Days spent staring through nostalgic eyes, adrift in the patterns...
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Jayne Mansfield
03:59
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Her teeth clinched tight as they slammed into the pole, shaking hands the rain poured down. The cut across her cheek, blood gushed from the wound, the car started to roll.
She screamed and screamed until her mouth went dry, she couldn’t hold her breath any longer.
Blood spattered clothes, a stench filled the car, thunder roared across an angry sky. And the radio played on in their disgusting filthy prison, help was slow to come.
She screamed and screamed until her mouth went dry, she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. His heart pounded as if it would burst, his breathing quickened.
Slumped in her seat she never saw this coming; A smile spread across his thin lips. Slumped in her seat she never saw this coming; He never felt more alive.
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Goring
03:24
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She said, “There’s no turning back, there’s only forward movement. You can never go home again.” And she almost convinced herself, but her doubts still lingered. Something convinced her to stay back.
A flight and a crash, there’s a risk in taking chances. Maybe hers is a fear of defeat? She’s running out of time, left feeling insecure and weak. There’s a search for clarity that she may never see.
A pen to paper she writes, “To whom this may concern. I’m writing to let you know I’ll be leaving soon. Anxiety and exhaustion are my muse. Wish me luck my friends, in my head I’m already gone.”
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I Can't Set Back
03:59
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Walking along at a pace that’s not my own, down side roads and alleyways anonymous and alone. The diffident rays of a late day sun are splintered through the leaves as I slog along.
I found my voice but not much else — the search continues on. I’ve been gone so long this almost feels like home, but I’m sure I haven’t missed much. Let the past slip through my fingers and seep into the ground — I can’t set back.
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Broken Things St. Petersburg
Formed in mid 2013, Broken Things is nestled nicely in the intersection of 90's indie-rock and Hüsker Dü like melodic punk. Be on the lookout four our forthcoming seven song audio communiqué.
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