1. |
hollywood hellhole
03:45
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Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run
Mouth of mold
Rot in the sun
Skin and bones
Sunk in the mud
Lungs are full
Blooming with sludge
And don’t call
There’s no one to reach
The signals wind and knot and turn until they die in entropy
And don’t drive
There’s no one to meet
The freeways wind and knot and turn until they die right at my feet
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to turn
Sinking fast
For you I yearn
Sun is low
My soul is burnt
My heart is ash
Body an urn
And don’t call
There’s no one to reach
The signals wind and knot and turn until they die in entropy
And don’t drive
There’s no one to meet
The freeways wind and knot and turn until they die right at my feet
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2. |
ghost story
02:25
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I don’t know how to sleep
with your shadow next to me
I don’t know how to see
every color’s got your shade
I don’t know how to read
With your shadow on every page
I see you on tv
With your shadow in every scene
I don’t know how to go on
with your shadow in front of me
I don’t know where to go
With your shadow on my shoulder
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3. |
aviary of your heart
03:54
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I fly alone
Into a storm unknown
You flew away
I didn’t know what to say
Where are you
I'm cold, rail thin, entombed
The colors all gone dull
My eyes are black holes
I did you wrong
Stayed away far too long
Wasted my time
and lost myself in my mind
Now the sky’s going dark
and things are falling apart
it’s a long long flight
wish you were here by my side
I lost my place
I lost my home
On wounded wings
I roam and roam
I flew too far
I lost my self
I lost my dreams
I lost my health
Now all I want
All that I have
To nurse your wounds
To be your other half
To build a nest
To freshly start
To be the bird in
The aviary of your heart
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4. |
owl, pt. 1
03:23
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Night falls
And from my grounded perch
I call and call and call
An owl with a broken wing
An owl with a broken wing
And im so tired
Love
And im so tired
Love
dropped from the sky to the labyrinth below
An owl with a broken wing
An owl with a broken wing
Maybe someday you’ll come back to me
maybe someday you’ll find me again
Dropped from the sky to the labyrinth below
An owl with a broken wing
An owl with a broken wing
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5. |
owl, pt. 2
07:44
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My skin is glass
My eyes are holes
when the light passes through
It shatters my skull
And I hear your footsteps
And I see your shape
Around every corner
And thought that I make
Dropped from the sky to the labyrinth below
My hands are shredded
Down to my wrists
I grasp out for help
And find nothing to grip
In mazes and mirrors
Circling dim
I aimlessly wander
on broken limbs
Dropped from the sky to the labyrinth below
My heart is an ocean
draining out to my lungs
My words are all water
My breath is all blood
I call out i call out
A knife in my tongue
Wondering wondering
What could I have done
Dropped from the sky to the labyrinth below
My mouth is a wound
Necrotic and lame
It rips at my flesh
To breath your name
Dropped from the sky to the labyrinth below
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6. |
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Somewhere
Out there
Somewhere
Out there
Dreaming for somewhere to go
Pleading for some kind of home
Please won’t someone take me home
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7. |
the pit
04:13
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i fall
to the bottom
where I never thought I’d be again
I climb
but the walls
erode in my hands
Again
My fingers
Dissolve
To useless flesh
Again
I cry
But the echoes are all
That return
Doesn’t it all pass?
(The light, receding)
Doesn’t it all pass with time?
(Suspended, bleeding)
Doesn’t it all pass
(My heart, still beating)
Doesn’t it all drift on by?
(Your warmth, the needing)
Doesn’t it all pass?
(Your face, the dreaming)
Doesn’t it all pass with time?
(Im still, dreaming)
Doesn’t it all pass
(The love, the feeling)
Doesn’t it all drift on by?
(My broken wings never healing)
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8. |
naive melody blues
01:41
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And I'm afraid
Yesterday was the last day I’ll see your face
So I hold it in my mind frozen in place
Maybe safe from entropy and damn decay
In the hope that I will see you again someday
home, is where i want to be
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rearview Santa Barbara, California
hello friends! my name is eddie & i make experimental folk music under the name rearview. rearview is generally whatever
music i feel like making and doesnt really have a genre restriction! thank u, bless.
some artists that directly inspire my music: the microphones/mt. eerie, swans, devendra banhart, chelsea wolfe, arca, ben frost, grouper, gy!be, dean blunt, father john misty, and talk talk
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