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Demo 2015

by Blasé Blue

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1.
Wet Rooms 03:39
It's doleful How as time goes The bottles get bigger But they empty out a lot quicker Life in phases First time alone, second puberty I'm setting new standards Of what I'll do alone I'm trying not to crawl, Keep a high head stay with friends But late nights in wet rooms Has got me out seeking dry lovers Leave warm friends behind To find a cold alter bed Soaked in communion wine There's tough love at the bar late on a Sunday night So who should I pray to? The man whose heart bleeds redeeming merlot? It's not a question of faith It's my quest to replace The hole that I dug for myself I wish I didn't need anyone else But I can't stop my search I'm even looking from a pew in church Still even there's the hole that I'm in It's dark and lonely, wet with cheap sin So to whom should I pray? The man whose heart bleeds cabernet sauvignon? It's a toxic and poisoned night When you breath is wavering Your friends are blurred And your eyes have been sucked into their holes Catching pathetic looks From the reflections of yourself In the melted ice It's too late to turn whiskey into wine And so you sleep all morning Into apathetic afternoons A sad dinner of loathing Soaked and hungry nights When will you just accept it? The shaking hands, the foggy breath The dripping sands, the creeping death You'll never be the man who bleeds out wine
2.
Another day and I'm mailing out my money Just broke up with a two and a half year girl Forfeited a new upper tax bracket potential She's on her way gone and I'm just mailing out my money My future is dead My finances bleed red Paying bills and cut suburban future ties I just closed my savings account, because the numbers and my life they don't amount I don't even want my checking, I just want to check the fuck out I'm mailing out my money, and she's gone
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I'm not a night crawler because I'm a night floater That's when I drift out from appearances Drinking to dwell and I'm thinking to tell All about my experiences I'm no night crawler, I keep off the ground Have a glass, write a page, and forget tenses Drinking to dwell thinking to tell All about my experiences earnest night, about the life I fake Ernest night, about the life of Jake earnest night, insecurities Ernest night, drowning masculinities So I expatriate myself Expel my mind from Kentucky to Ireland It's a novel idea to live novel ideals Swallowing an eternal night of flight from myself It's an awful thing to be afraid of yourself When it's daylight and you’re a sober son This son rises when that Sun Also Rises Goddamn that sun, goddamn this sober son I'm not a night crawler I won't ever crawl I'm not a night crawler I won't ever fall I'm not a night crawler I'll keep off the ground I'm not a night crawler lost found but never falling down

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released February 4, 2015

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Blasé Blue Boston, Massachusetts

Moody punk for prudes and drunks.

Brendan
Jason
Mike
Sam

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