1. |
Only a Quick Sketch
02:07
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It’s a waste of space, again,
I don’t know your friends,
Because every time I look at you,
I make you say goodbye,
I wonder if you’ll even try.
It’s a waste of space,
I spilled the ink.
I wonder what he’ll think.
Because every time I look at you,
I make you say goodbye,
I wonder if you’ll even try.
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2. |
Cordelia
01:49
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Cordelia,
don't ever let them see your face.
It's too much for them to handle,
the beauty that surrounds you.
Cordelia,
don't ever waste the time of the day,
Wondering what's around you,
it's not worth confinement.
Your prism face swirled,
contraband words,
your bow in your long dark hair.
Your prism face swirled,
contraband words,
you swear that it's not fair.
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3. |
Modernity
02:11
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He’s a 2018 boy;
He is gentle,
And he is coy;
And he’ll talk to you
About how you’ll pay the rent
And he’ll talk to you
About how you’ll pay the rent.
He’s a 20th century boy;
He’s obsessive,
But he’s annoyed;
And he’ll talk to you
About how you”ll pay your debt
And he”ll talk to you
About how you”ll pay your debt.
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4. |
The Giant
03:19
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An ample disposition for the cause,
Never gave the fool a second thought,
To the sound of the footsteps that she heard,
Never hearing one spoken word.
Shaking I’ll stir,
Beneath a nothingness swirl,
The Giant sits above,
On the town she loves.
Washing window panes,
Clear oval stains,
Making rather sure,
That it makes the cure.
And all I’ve got to show for it.
An outcast at convenience for you all,
Pushed off from your dumpster strip malls,
Cursing at mice tucked in her room,
Setting the traps that only snap her youth
Shaking I’ll stir,
Beneath a nothingness swirl,
The Giant sits above,
On the town she loves.
Washing window panes,
Clear oval stains,
Making rather sure,
That it makes the cure.
Shaking I’ll stir,
Beneath a nothingness swirl,
The Giant sits above,
On the town she loves.
Washing window panes,
Clear oval stains,
Making rather sure,
That it makes the cure.
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5. |
Made of Clay
02:24
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He is not
today,
He is made
of clay,
Everybody wants to
meet him,
but no one see his way,
Everybody wants to
be him
made of clay.
Strange is not
the word,
Weird is not
so strange.
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6. |
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7. |
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Up and jumping,
I don’t see it,
Everyone else said,
You’re totally wasted now.
You’re wasted now.
Drunk and falling,
Spit is drawling,
You’re telling me that you’re
A fucking exception now.
You’re wasted now.
Tell me that you didn’t mean to,
Tell me sorry and it’s all fine,
Tell me that you didn’t mean to,
I find it hard to believe that lie.
Tell me that you didn’t hit her
I find it hard to believe that lie.
Tell me that you didn’t mean to.
Up and jumping,
I don’t see it,
Everyone else said,
You’re totally wasted now.
You’re wasted now.
Drunk and falling,
Spit is drawling,
You’re telling me that you’re
A fucking exception now.
Tell me that you didn’t mean to,
I find it hard to believe that lie,
Tell me that you didn’t mean to,
I find it hard to believe that lie,
Tell me that you didn’t mean to,
I find it hard to believe that lie.
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8. |
Misunderstanding Man
02:34
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I am Misunderstanding Man,
I’m going to tell you all I can and can’t,
About love,
About love,
About love.
I know what you’re drinking
And I see its opinion,
I know what you’re drinking
And I see its opinion.
I saw the instant classic,
It was rather tragic,
Everybody knew your name,
But I gave them mine.
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Go ahead,
Do it,
I can become what you want.
Driving,
Lost and exhausted,
Stuck on some shitty thought.
I am playing dead,
Two elephants shaking hands.
Pretending, pretending man,
Fix all your problems,
You can’t.
Loyal,
Like salt on a snowflake,
You ever think you’ve not
been so kind?
New age talk,
All of the time,
Simply twisting the knife.
I am playing dead,
Two elephants shaking hands.
I am playing dead,
Two elephants shaking hands.
Everyone said.
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10. |
Unnamed #2
02:24
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Up on a clothes drying line,
The wet old clothes coming dry,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before it goes and we all cry,
Again my love,
Oh this time I’ve come,
Oh this time.
Up on a clothes drying line,
The summer breeze will come dry,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before the sun sets,
But we’ll be fine,
Again my love,
Oh this time I’ve done,
Oh this time I’ve come
To take,
To take it all away.
Up on a clothes drying line,
The wet old clothes coming dry,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before it goes and we all cry
Again my love,
Oh this time I’ve done,
Oh this time I’ve come
To take,
To take it all away.
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Quinn Kennedy New Jersey
Alternative Rock, Experimental and Folk Based in Lo-Fi ethos.
NJ/NYC
open.spotify.com/artist/6OcUXSfYfqamMmhR54Y5YC
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