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Dizzy
02:45
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everyone get in a circle and hold hands around me
I'll spin and I'll spin and I'll try to make out your faces
your mouths are moving but all that comes out is coded
all of this thinking gets so exhausting
and I'm dizzy, and I feel sick
and I still don't know what you mean
and I swear, the harder I try
the farther away you seem
everyone get in a circle and hold hands around me
I'll smile so big but at some point it's just teeth
your feet are moving in the same direction
but I'm just standing still, and
all of this thinking gets so exhausting
and I'm dizzy, and I feel sick
and I still don't know what you mean
and I swear, the harder I try
the farther away you seem
two feet apart, but there's
something in my brain that keeps us apart
two feet apart, but there's
something in my brain that keeps us apart
and I'm dizzy, and I feel sick
and I still don't know what you mean
and I swear, the harder I try
the farther away you seem
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2. |
Empty Sounds
03:15
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cut it in half with a hot knife
leave me to my thoughts in the moonlight
I call for answers to the heavy air
chatter resounds, but it's empty sounds
empty sounds like the unspoken words
empty sounds like my stomach, it hurts
cause I'm so full, I'm so full
of the lies that you fed me
and you smile like you mean it
then you change your mind
breathe me to life
then cut off my supply
I cry tears from the flowers that you brought me
comfort surrounds, but it's empty sounds
empty sounds like the unspoken words
empty sounds like my stomach, it hurts
cause I'm so full, I'm so full
of the lies that you fed me
and you were so pretty on paper
you were so pretty on paper
you were so pretty on paper
you were so pretty on paper
I'm so full, I'm so full
of the lies that you fed me
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3. |
Mannequin
03:20
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you're always so put together
mannequin arms and mannequin toes
you're standing in your bedroom
putting on your clothes
lovely skin,
you have lovely skin
and lots of people
who call themselves your friend
your feet so callused you can't feel carpet
your heart so callused you can't feel anything
you hold all in like you're wrapped in plastic
melting with the winter snow
your shadow looks to you more like a friend
than anyone you know
lovely skin,
you have lovely skin
and lots of people
who call themselves your friend
sandbags on my eyelids
my head is heavy, and my neck weak
my shaking legs move the floor
It's you they all adore
but I still have more
lovely skin,
you have lovely skin
and lots of people
who call themselves your friend
lovely skin,
you have lovely skin
and lots of people
who call themselves your friend
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4. |
Silhouette
03:15
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the blinds are up, the light is on, it's dark outside
am I more than just a silhouette, do I want me here?
I try to shut it out, but I care too much
I cling too hard to movies
I like a moving picture, can't look away
I'm only just a picture, a body in bed
your face is on my walls, and I'm trying to take it down
open space, enemy of my mind
passing time, enemy of my mind
open space, enemy of my mind
passing time, enemy of my mind
save me from the concrete, it owns me,
with the mark it's left behind
reminds me of the time I just laid there,
while my skin forgot the feeling of the sun,
I lay still just waiting
I can't feel anything anymore
open space, enemy of my mind
passing time, enemy of my mind
open space, enemy of my mind
passing time, enemy of my mind
get out, get out
get out, get out
get out, get out
get out, get out
the blinds up are up, the light is on, it's dark outside
I cling too hard to movies
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5. |
Sunscreen
04:08
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just trying to keep the conversation going
you won't look me in the eye
the air between us smells of sunscreen,
hastily applied
small talk about the weather
it sure is hot outside
we're both glad that it's summer
no school is nice,
no school is nice
so we're strangers now
and we don't know how,
how we got this way
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
just remind me of your life
cause I don't really know you anymore
all I want is a phone call
it doesn't take much to dial
it doesn't take much to dial
so we're strangers now
and we don't know how,
how we got this way
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
evaporate
middle of the lake
middle of the day
middle of the day
so we're strangers now
and we don't know how,
how we got this way
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
there's nothing left to say
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Iris Elke Tucson, Arizona
Iris Elke (El-Key) is from Lawrence, KS and currently lives in Tucson, AZ. She has played shows all over Lawrence and
Kansas City, opening for Lucy Dacus, Pinegrove, Kevin Devine, Kawehi and The Get Up Kids, among others.
Insta: @iris_elke
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