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Sheol
04:29
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Tear down the home that you built
The framework will cave in
With ornaments and gifts
And raise your brittle limbs
This dance is not foreign
You love what you lose
You lose
Silently you compress the truth into half steps
Toward a light
Gehenna, Sheol all in a void
It's never far from end
You will hang fire for the divine
Temptation of supine
Daydream
So close the veins of indifference run
Through this world
Veins they run river red
Never too far from home
It's never far from end
Gehenna, Sheol all in a void
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Unborn
03:45
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Lex made a change and he sold his right hand
The years of rights of passage cannot be clung to
He twisted voices and took the poison
From the inner circles, never thinking to to break
Ease of tradition - his one sole witness
A heart he captivated and then let go
His wish fulfillment
A dark star drifting
Nothing to return to
No here, unborn
Lex made a change and he sold his right hand
Hid away his honor with fangs ingrown
His futile dealings and lost years revealing
A vision of his visage he'd always known
Of a medicine woman
Who are you fooling?
Some dreams are meant to die and others are made to kill
His wish fulfillment
A question primitive
Never to regain it
No here, unborn
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KY-259
03:35
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The Tennessee highway's my only escape
Circle towns I'd rather not stay
Green fields in the heat of day
And distant pavement the heat makes sway
Hours slip into the gray
With vacant houses and urban decay
Doorways boarded from inside
No access, afraid of what they might find
Driving north with dust and storm clouds
Bringing gifts to my nephews
Oh, sister in your Kentucky home
I want to talk with you
And make some memories we'll cherish
We never had that chance growing up
You worked like hell to make your family
And I'm just glad to know you finally
But the Tennessee highway's my only escape
Circle towns I'd rather not stay
A recluse holding the wheel
To drive south and forget just how to feel
One voice in my head
It whispers. The sun's down louder still
One voice in my head
Church bells on Sunday morning
Brother stands to give the offering
Reminders of all they have built
And I can't help but feel a little guilt
I don't know one verse of biblical text
I don't know if Jehovah's coming back
But here in Kentucky, I feel a hint of relief
From darkness building like storm clouds
The risks I take in addiction
The sunset as I drove back home
You're with me and I want you to know
The Tennessee highway's my only escape
Circle towns I'd rather not stay
A recluse holding the wheel
To drive south and forget just how to feel
One voice in my head
It whispers. the sun's down louder still
One voice in my head
Slip back to vacant eyes
Slip back to darkened southern skies
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Worthless
03:15
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Sister I feel the rain grow old
Sister I feel the rain grow old and blue
Blue like your dead insides
The pain is worthless
Sister I feel the rain grow old
Sister I feel the rain grow old and blue
Blue like your dead
Sister I've seen the years pass by
Miles of dust sustaining life
So blue
Blue like your dead insides
The world is worthless but I will live on
Live on
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Separate
04:50
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Your slender fingers
And wooden below
Cast a silhouette
And echo here tonight
Like the guitar you left behind
The night sometimes reverberates
Its lifeless strings
Your shadow lingers
In my doorway
Broken angles
And things left unsaid
On the solstice
Eve of your last year
Miles separated
From you in the garden
Where you worked
Bathed in citronella
It's enough
Oh, terrible height
Just to claim your light
Oh, what did it mean?
Senseless
Never was the same again
Can't believe
It never meant anything
like the fallen to the forgiven
The photos and notes
No matter how I stow
Find their way back
To where your shadow
Shadow softly sways
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Through Tennessee
The contrast of folk guitar passages and softly sung melodies with digital, cold soundscapes are what form the foundation of Through - Mattingly’s moniker. A reverence for somber, folk-rooted music is omnipresent in the sifting greyscale of the debut EP. ... more
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