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Freckle by Freckle
02:18
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One of these days I’m gonna make more purposeful cuts
I’m gonna tear myself open wide
Freckle by freckle, strand by strand, bit by bit
Lay out my insides, they’ve been displayed twice before
Harvest the seeds of my being and return them to the soil
Amongst the evergreens, amongst the rocks and streams
My wide country, strong and free
Return me to the soil and I can return to me
So peaceful in the soil
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Pyromaniac
04:18
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It’s crossed my mind 10000 times
Some days every time I close my eyes
Set fire to my body, set fire to my home
Start over again from ashes and bone
Burn it all down til there’s nothing left
Just a pyro trying to control this mess
My useless body, these chaotic rooms
Start over again amongst the ruins
I’m buried up to my ears
A church mouse, a frightened deer
Chasing my tail with nowhere to go
How did I end up here?
Fat little sparrow pecking at crumbs
Pleased with my lot and sucking my thumb
Forever defeated at the end of each day
A bonfire to chase all the demons away
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River Wild
03:32
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Follow the river over rocks
Clean sweet water muddying the soil
Believe me, the river is wild
The river is free
Barefoot and tripping over roots
Bird beak and bat wing set me loose
Believe me, I used to be wild
I used to be free
I’ll float here until the wolves wake me
I’m off the path now, I am on fire now
You can’t catch me
Spiders and moths hide in my hair
Catch my breath until I taste the air
I am electricity
And the river calls me
Mummified, searching out the sun
Beating heart merges
I am the river, buried beneath your feet
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The Chatter
03:34
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I grew up quiet, then I found my loud
Music and opinions cranked to 10, I couldn’t shut my mouth
And the others fill the room
I let their voices fill the room
If 16 could see the mess I’m in, she’d be laughing
If she could hear this song, she’d say I sold out
She wouldn’t recognise a thing
And the others fill the room
Let their voices fill the room
When is it my turn to drown those fuckers out?
I lost my voice and my way back to myself
When is it my turn to drown those fuckers out?
I lost myself to the chatter
It doesn’t matter
I’ve got nothing left to say
So let their voices fill the room
It doesn’t matter
I lost my power
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5. |
Ugly Mother Goose
04:24
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Imposter, outside of the outsider
They work in packs as I look in
Undercover mother on a mountain of secrets
A bathtub full to soothe my aching legs
Press my nose against the glass and watch on
Like I’m someone and they’ll call me cruel
Because I have regrets, a stale cold-blanket smell
Like a cottage in north Ontario
Wet traffic sounds bring me down again
Under this trench coat who knows what I’m selling?
Halfway around the world, they do
A nasal voice in harmony confirming
I’m a hologram, I’m never really home
I left it all behind, a traveller in the night
And now I only sing to my children
Like a puzzle with bad edges
Not quite fitting no matter where I go
An ugly goose without it’s gaggle
I’m lonely no matter where I go
Home feels a million miles away
Each piece of heart in a different place
Home, home
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Blackout on Brunswick
03:44
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‘03 or ‘02, he was the one who made me realise
It’s a game and I’m the prize
Ran right into my Salvation Army boots
Backstage, smoke break
Broken shelves and off you go
Bleacher seats but never sidelined
When the goal’s the same every night
Ran right into my Salvation Army boots
Grid lines from fire escapes
One by one
“Whatever whatever” that’s the power
And the pain
That blackout night
A park bench, a raccoon fight
Gifts of flowers and paintings
And all the endless waiting
He fell in love, but never with me
And that was my life
On repeat
“Whatever whatever” that’s the power
And the pain
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7. |
Endless Rain
02:54
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Endless rain, I can’t decide if it’s fog in my brain
Or just pouring outside again
Cut myself again, go through the motions
Smile through the pain
The endless rain
No sunshine giving freckles
No warmth no endorphins
And all my city’s grey
A 60 hour day, mommy today and the next day
While Pixie slips away
Drowned in the endless rain
Soaked to the bone, a spirit inside an old crone
Flame extinguished by the endless rain
A woman of the moon, a woman of the tide
She provides
She’s drowning in the endless rain
Drowned in the endless rain
(Mommy today and the next day, raining today and the next day)
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I know exactly what you want
I know how to put you to sleep
It’s been the same thing for centuries
Story of a mad woman’s waking days
Unrest and a heavy ribcage
Thought you might sympathise
Despite what I want, my elastic’s poised to snap
Even with fog in my mind, I know what you want
A ring doesn’t change that they’re all the same
Love beyond measure but like a machine
Wolves are hiding in the trees, in thigh deep snow
Running in slow motion trying to get some peace
You need a lullaby to put the pack to sleep
And when I’m too unwell to sing it
You’ll play dead with one eye open
I stare into the dark, it’s 3 o’clock
My heart beats too fast and my brain won’t stop
Still I know just what you need
You’re not-so-subtleties
And the guilt of knowing exactly what you want
Despite what I want
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9. |
Continents
04:43
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I’m losing, I’ll lose more
Existing in neither place
Just that much closer to losing my way
Heart sick and housebound
Lost and unwound
Hop on a plane, I need to see them again
But I’m stuck on the ground
There’s a home that I’m sick for
A conversation I crave
I’m straddling an ocean
And I might be too late
Too late
I try to reach out but I can’t touch my homeland
The years they just march on
More loved ones enter the light
A wife and a mother
A life and a home
Rockstars coming back from the dead
With a softer edge
And maybe I’ll never get back home
Maybe I’ll never see them again
So many faces I might never see again
And for some, it’s already too late
Maybe I’ll never get back home
This loser is gonna lose more
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pixie moonshine Edinburgh, UK
former songwriter for toronto prog-grunge band tripping hazard, pixie moonshine has moved to edinburgh and is continuing to make music as moody as the weather.
pixie moonshine recommends:
Running From A Bear With Your Arms
by Tripping Hazard
my louder music. tons of albums
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