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Balcony
04:04
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Can’t stand to see my face
No one really needs me here
Even if I lift my hair
Heaven isn’t what they see in me
Maybe heaven isn’t what they need
So I'll throw my body in the street
I said some stupid thing
They found out that I’m too much
Now I’m hanging from the balcony
Just so I can cause another scene
Hoping that they’ll notice me
Would my body break against the street?
Can’t help thinking back to
All the things I shouldn’t have said
My favorite self said nothing
I’m. Too. Much.
If heaven isn’t what they need
How am I supposed to be
Wanting what I’ll never know
Guess I’ll throw my body in the street.
So I’ll throw my body in the street
So I’ll throw my body in the street
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2. |
Sleeping In
02:36
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Sleeping In
I’m tired of sleeping in
Dad’s clothes I’ve been keeping
Drive until I breath
Deeply from the breeze that’s closing in
Pieces at a time
I’ll piece it back to when..
New lies lean in
Shave off this fear again
Deep within me now’s
A hurt I never thought would pin me down
Tougher every time
It’s tough to tell you now
I’m tired of waiting
All roads keep aiming
Toward the foaming sea
Where the waves’ll wash away
All the phony smiles
I’m leaving
I’m leaving
Leaving
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3. |
The Gift
03:39
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Your nose
Your hair
Your nails
Ears
Teeth, bones
Your inner oceans
This gift was enough, was enough to leave me wanting you enough
Was enough to drown, enough to kill the precious things I’d saved
(What should I do)
Cooling down my fever
What you learned about me tonight
Will you keep it with you
Smooth between your fingers?
This gift was enough, was enough to leave me wanting you too much
Was enough to drown, enough to kill the precious things I’d saved
This gift
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4. |
Mother
07:08
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When she woke in the morning
She couldn’t see me
I was there but there were things I just had to hide
Cause it’d hurt her to find the ways I’ve been changing
Bout the stranger in me and what’s left inside
Photo old black and white
Light pools in my mother’s eye
Tracing my shadow
Mother, I wanna be young
Again and again
Dressed in feathers and ribbon
Playing pretend
All my dinosaurs still trapped in the snow
Cardboard dollhouses crumble all in a row
Photo old black and white
Light pools in mother’s eye
Gripping my shadow
White pearls of ancient snow
Grow seeds on my mother’s head
And on my head too
Halos—cristallin wires spin
Deep in mother’s eyes
Spiraling lines turn
Dark hands pull from afar
Stars burn in mother’s mind
And in mine
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5. |
Hands
02:21
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I watched your hands clapping to the beat
And I wondered what they might feel like
But I lie
Because I'd already felt them
But not in the way I wanted to
And not in the way I want to now
And I imagined them fall along my cheek
And carve in between my ribs the way they carved between
The black keys of that piano
Beneath blue neon light
Please give me your hands for this
And I'll wear them in mine
Is that something you could forgive?
Am I wrong to want the high?
And I think about the time I watched your hands take their form
And what is it about your hands?
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6. |
Wundergurl
03:39
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7. |
The Color
01:49
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Wrinkles in the ceiling
Ripples in the street
The plant on the windowsill needs watering
Trapped inside a room of white
Butterflies grown gray and quiet
September growing cold
He’s the color
The spinning of the wheel
The blinding sight of circles
Hoping that he might see
How I see but he
With his heart, and his eyes lowered
Waits for whatever might pull in to the station
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8. |
Inches
06:12
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I’m wondering what you’re like
Feel a cold shiver biting at my spine
I wanna know the blood in your veins
How it crawls through every inch
it’s hard to watch you in the world
I’d rather sleep and let it spin
keeping my hands to myself
training my thoughts to myself
I close my eyes just to see
I couldn’t help but see you
I’m left to my imagination
yet I’m scared, yes I’m scared
Yes I’m scared of this fantasy
Blinded by the light
Burning down the hall
Past the door, is it you?
Or the stars that call
Maybe one of them
Isn’t you.
I close my eyes just to see
I couldn’t help but see you
I’m left to my imagination
Yet I’m scared, yes I’m scared
Yes I’m scared of this fantasy
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June Pageant Jersey City, New Jersey
dream pop, alt-pop, night music
June Pageant is Lauren Rosato, Oscar Suh-Rodriguez, and
Dane Alexander.
Surreal tales of magnificent obsessions, social anxiety, and coming of age told through poppy melodies and dark soundscapes.
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