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Crazy Eyes
02:52
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You know what I tell you, it’s not what you hear
Something strange is happening in between your ears
I see in your eyes you got some weird fears
Causing you to act way beneath your years
Well I enjoy making dumb mistakes
Right until crazy sex turns into crazy texts
Get a restraining order if that’s what it takes
Get you to move on to who’s next
Cause in the summer your legs they look damn fine
Though I am under the undue influence of shitty red wine
You pull me right across the line
But always at your place, never at mine
Cause you got crazy eyes
And you trick me back to your place
Just to slash the tires on my bike
Yeah you paint regret all over your face
But your eyes show what your thoughts are really like
Well I enjoy making dumb mistakes
Right until crazy sex turns into crazy texts
I’ll get a restraining order if that’s what it takes
Get you to move on to who’s next
Cause in the future your legs will look damn fine
Someone will be under the undue influence of shitty red wine
You’ll pull them right across the line
But that’ll be their problem not mine
Cause you got crazy eyes
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Skin
03:34
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I could pin the moment down
On fly paper
Spread its wings so wide
How unlike the moment resolve left her
And I could mount it on a wall
Or save it in a cigar box
Or I could hide it
Paper once was skin
Stretched out and pounded thin
Dip your knife in ink you gotta cut it in
How else will they know it's a sin?
I built you a glass terrarium
And I let moss block out the sun
I catalogued your growing delirium
You know my flash kills better than any gun
And I could mount it on a wall
Or save it in a cigar box
Or I could hide it
Paper once was skin
Stretch me out, pound me thin
Dip your knife in ink you gotta cut it in
How else will I know it's a sin?
(I'm gonna do what it takes to win)
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Serial Killer
02:41
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Will I live to regret ever sharing your bed?
Did I know when your eyes lit up at the bruises you left on my wrists?
Cameras chase and microphones are a halo around my head
They wanna know, when I go home, do I give a killer a kiss?
Did you kill her? Did you my love?
Did you pull her close? Did you snap her neck like a glove?
Well I’m as weak as, as weak as the winter
My threats accumulate; they’ll be gone in a day or so
Can I give up? Can I just melt away?
But leave a scar like the glaciers did so very long ago
Did you kill her? Did you my love?
Did you pull her close? Did you snap her neck like a glove?
The somber young policemen
Lead me through a bleached out dungeon
And I knew then love though they were short of certain
It was you, you behind the plastic curtain
You killed them and I loved you
I’m as dead as the fall
I don’t mind at all
I’m as silent as the spring
With all of these bruises blooming
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Turing
03:33
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My love died young
Not like I ever had much hope
In the heavens we made to help us cope
Cause when you're gone, you're just gone
Broke Enigma, I won you the war
But those secrets are locked up behind closed doors
And yeah, the keepings tough
Who warms my bed? Who links my cuffs?
Darling, my darling
It's hardly a paradox to have only wires for your blood
Or to hang a heart on a wall, watch it tick like a clock
You're a lovely machine
And then I had a terrible day
I forgot everything they expect you to say
So I took the shots and I took all your pills
That's not science, boy, and I'm not ill
Darling, my darling
It's hardly a paradox to have only wires for your blood
Or to hang a heart on a wall, watch it tick like a clock
You're a lovely machine
"Dip the apple in the brew, let the sleeping death seep through"
Well we're only machines that die
Our parts disintegrate in between the soil and the sky
Until the earth gets swallowed by our star
Well we'll be atoms again
And no matter how much I might wish that I could be where you are
Gone is too far
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Icarus
03:29
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Caught the light, yeah you got your shot
Sun reaches out, another lover in a morning sheet knot
Though why, I don’t know, I don’t feel free when you let me go
So I run
If you follow me in the morning sun
Be like Icarus out the gates at the gun
Like the bending arms of the stars born begun
Reaching out desperate for anyone
In the golden hour Icarus flies
You look so good in the morning street glow
Though everyone has told me it’s hardly wise
But if I don’t do it, how will I know?
If you follow me in the morning sun
Be like Icarus out the gates at the gun
Like the bending arms of the stars born begun
Reaching out desperate for anyone
If you reach out maybe I’ll reach out if you reach out
Why do I burn for your touch?
Have I been alone too long?
Am I drinking too much?
Why do I burn for your touch?
Maybe I’ve been thinking too much
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Whiskey Ginger
02:44
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You should come home with me
My fingers are itching with all sorts of possibilities
Yeah it could be a disaster
But that’s the sort of news you need to know faster
Than the fabric of space and time today can show
But then you bend and girl I don’t care that I don’t know
You should come home with me
My fingers are itching with all sorts of possibilities
Girl with your thumbs on my hips
I don’t stutter and I don’t trip
I forget all about my drink
So that whiskey ginger’s not why I can’t think
You should come home with me
My fingers are itching to know what the future could be
You should come home with me
My fingers are itching to know all those possibilities
The sum of our quantum selves
Those bound for heaven, those already in hell
And the myriad futures into which we together might delve
With your breath in my ear how am I supposed to tell
If this will end well
You should come home with me
My fingers are itching to know what the future might be
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Mount Sharp Brooklyn, New York
Mount Sharp writes songs about science and bad decisions.
SWOOD, Bryan, Sal, and JPK.
Brooklyn, NY
band photo by Ebru Yildiz
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