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It Used To Be pt. 1 & 2
05:04
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It used to be that I remembered everything
It used to be that I could be your queen
It used to be that I remembered everything
Now nothing is the way it seems
Now nothing is the way it seems...
But there are some things
Not worth
Remembering
And I still
Feel fine
There's no use
To dispute
All the lettering
When you spelled out
Goodbye
G O O D B Y E
It used to be that I remembered everything
It used to be
I thank the stars at night
For my fading memory
For I'll lose more in time...
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Voice Mails:
[just calling to see how every thing is goin']
[Alright, have a good one]
[Have a great day]
[Be in charge program]
[Medication to help you with your Hepatitis]
[I'm calling because Shaun miss an appointment]
[This message is for Shaun Was-New-Ski]
[Trying to follow up with you]
[The office is now closed]
...and now the drug companies smile on me and I laugh hysterically...
3 white ones
2 that are red and blue
and the small green ones
you take you enhance your mood
Life
As
A
Lab (b)rat
Un
Known
Diagnosis
No sign
of a wide
wing span
Just the flies
feeding
Because your body
is rotting
from the most perfect
side effects
I stick this in me
once a week
push down gently
and let
my blood stream carry
the various
liquids
around and around
[Trying to follow up with you]
[Please give us a call back]
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Now there were
one of two ways
things could have gone
back in 94 on my mother's
front lawn
Here's there bird
with her injured wing
helpless in late spring
and me
with the lawnmower
Putting her
out of her
misery
and the feather flew
blood spattered
in the breeze
and I felt release
and there was no remorse
Now they're all birds to me
Because she has pretty white teeth
So when you see the corpse
Her smile doesn't fall
She was cute as a button
And I was stiff as a board
She had pretty white teeth
But she didn't smile at me
They were all birds to me
She had pretty white teeth
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What is it
you're trying
to say to me
on the recording?
Are you laughing?
In Tempo
So it slows.
In Tempo
So it's slow.
And I found it easy
to feel
you creeping.
Go and hide behind things
because you're not alone.
Was is you
that ran down the stairs?
Are you letting me see
by attempting
to scare me?
[Jibberish that I don't remember]
How long have you been here?
Flaunting your existence
Haunting the basement
Helping yourself
Sitting on the shelf
Watching and waiting.
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Shaun W. Detroit
Shaun W. (fka Matilda) is meant to be more of a musical documentation of life events rather than a marketable musical cash
cow.
It is the mostly solo, ever changing, ongoing musical project of Shaun Wisniewski.
Songs are mostly folk-y and noisy. They also have flourishes of electronic beats, sound collage, and synth. For the most part the songs are poorly produced, and that’s fine.
... more
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The Ones That Got Away: Volume One
by The Burning Hell
The great white North should be proud to call The Burning Hell a child of hers. This band out of Canada has the stuff to make home-made folk-pop music fun, honest, depressing, and wonderful again.
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