fireflies – violents

Red Lights: Track 1

VERSE:
we began the day with you
turning paper dolls into love
letters sent
through the wind in folds
of guava leaves
ripped, and clothes cut
to fit the shape of the paper
bodies, paper skin.

VERSE:
when noon came,
you took me to the pump
with white underwear dripping
above our dried limbs.
you bathed me in the basin
and we both watched our skin
shrivel, shiver, enfold.

BRIDGE:
once i am old, there’ll be no need
to care for me, another year stapled
into my skin, my legs will grow longer,

VERSE:
by evening you made me
my own cake, half-melted,
reflecting the lightbulb,
burying under your uncut nails,
as you adorn your gift
with yarn icing, sand marzipan
toothpick candles, forever burning.
honeybee – lenka

Intro: Gm C Gm C Bb C Gm C

Gm C
Today, I am quiet, I decide
Gm C
I will wait, and let you speak.
Gm C Gm C
My hands will not stray
Dm Bb C
past my thighs, so that you may move
Dm Bb C
yours in your gestures.
F Am Gm
You are asking me something,
F Am Gm
I am thinking elsewhere –
F Am
I will let you speak.
Bb C
It is odd, how one can hold wind, hold sound,
Gm C
let it cling to the insides of your throat.
Gm C
Like how sweat feels in the wind.
Gm C Gm C
Your voice gets louder,
Dm Bb C
I am thinking elsewhere,
F Am Gm
you think I am ignoring you
F Am Gm
and I almost apologize. Today,
Bb C
I am quiet. I decide.
something to say — daniela andrade

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loneliness can be demanding – tv girl

The Wild, The Innocent, The TV Shuffle: Track 6

[00:00] When the tub is almost full

[00:00] we will count,

[00:00]

[00:00]

[00:00]

[00:39] and I will open my eyes,

[00:39] let it burn with the soap

[00:39] let it witness your skin:

[01:03] a drowning silhouette.

[01:03] I will wait patiently

[01:26] for every passing bubble

[01:26] so that we are closer.

[01:34] I will hold my breath

[01:34] and I will close my eyes.

a car, a torch, a death — twenty one pilots

Twenty One Pilots: Track 11

BRIDGE:
I found a wound at the back of my thigh from seven summers ago when I was looking for you under the
bamboo floorboards, and when I spotted you nursing seven new pups in a nest of barbed wire and
disposed diapers, I pushed through the trash and moved the litter to a safer place and you stood up, blood
trailing from behind, pushing me down, pulling me up, you sank your teeth into my leg, I screamed, but
the puppies are alright, and the air stays still, reeking of milk.
friction – lowland hum

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As tribute to sleep,
we will bite our tongues,
let our drool spill in
between worn text
books displaying
photocopied monuments

We will shift
in our metal seats, oblivious,
watching the chalk scrape
the board, we will follow
suit and fold our notes
into unlearned keepsakes
crumpling histories into

1965,

1941,

1899,

1542.

Album: Thin (B-Sides) EP

Release Date: September 22, 2017
Label: Lowland Hum / Tone Tree Music
Produced by: DLG Production
Genre: Folk

across the universe — the beatles

Difficulty: Novice
Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: D

C Am Em
It was not drowse that you felt,
Dm7 G G7
but I sang a song
C Am Em
transposed two steps down,
Dm7 Fm
adlib plucking, wrong lyrics.

C G7sus4
I expected sleep
G G7
to come to you,
F C
I waited, fingers on the frets.
G G7
The night was silent,
F C
if not for the desperate.

C Am Em Dm7
You said,
G G7
"I will close my eyes
C Am Em
soon enough, so kiss me
Dm7 G G7
good night, leave your love
C G7sus4
on my cheek, let your self rest
G G7
in your disquiet."

playing god – paramore

Brand New Eyes: Track 3

“I / know / of / my / sins,” you (I) say

in quarter notes,
you (I) say,
pulling out the knife from my (your) backbone.
I (you) stand back up to walk
in formation, tip-toe
in one-two-three,
my (your) rotting nails
kissing the sheet vinyl.
I (you) fail to keep time
with the beat again,
and you (I) grimace.
“I / will / not / use / the / knife,”
you (I) whisper gently,
“but / you / must / dance.”
I (you) nod in full comprehension.
(pause) (music cue)

I (you) dance,
I (you) move
on splintered bones,
my (your) steps
clinking with broken
metal under the skin.
You (I) see me (you), you (I) are pleased
with my (your) grace,
so you (I) keep me (you)
on the edge of your (my) blade.

electric indigo – the paper kites

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if you were to be a color

you would be the spots
under my nails,
or the difference between the shade
of my face, and that of my thighs
or the pale of my palms,
or my hair in sunlight and out,
or the blush of my fingertips,
or the specks I see
when my eyes are closed,
or the corners of my mouth,
the hollow of my pupils,
the veins along my skin,
the opaque of my body
underneath my clothes,
or perhaps my skittish shadows
on silent, fickle days.

Album: twelvefour
Release Date: June 19, 2015
Label: Wonderlick / Sony Music / Nettwerk
Produced by: Phil Ek
Genre: Indie rock / folk rock

drowse — queen

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the scientist – coldplay

A Rush of Blood to the Head: Track 4

[02:19] Your travel was divided into frames

[04:13] one for each shift of your skin

[00:30] for each blink of the eye.

[05:00] I was the only one to see you

[01:04] caught in between the seconds,

[04:14] your seemingly seamless motion;

[02:36] only photos in rapid succession.

[03:28] But despite the deliberate detail

[01:47] your profile didn’t last long

[01:20] in the range of the lens.

[02:56] I remember the last shot

[05:09] captured the last strand of your hair.