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filled the spaces on the wall
where your pictures used to be
drove for hours in the dark
to stop the pull of grief
but i cant hide
on that mountain side i still cried
try to find a way to fill the time
when we used to call and talk
wanna hear your voice
but know it’d make us both worse off
so i won’t call
the silence looms long and tall
try to gauge from songs you’re streaming
if your pain’s the same as mine
are you haunted by our memories
am i always on your mind
in mine, you are
you’re buried deep in my heart
try to fight against the longing
try not to come undone
try to spend some time with friends
to forget what we’ve become
to no avail
sadness, only wind in my sails
watching you become a stranger before my eyes
oh god, it’s so lonely to be alive
and the waves of life we all ride
heave with tumult never seen
can’t seem to find our course
and the stars have lost their gleam
all darkest night
where’s the point to our lives?
everyday i wake in fear
of this world, vast and strange
all wisdom feels impossible
and truth too far to attain
so where am I?
drifting lost in endless why
I used to want to know all I can
about the wonder life can hold
But I see so much horror
I cannot do it anymore
just stay inside
not enough good left to find
try to fight against despair
not to see and not to hear
with every passion, every vice
make my conscious disappear
to no avail
pain, only wind in my sails
breathing in the air of horror and anguished skies
oh god, it’s so painful to be alive
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it's 5am and the lights are on
and there's too many people home
i remember things i try to forget
and forget things i'd like to know
to be honest you're in both those camps
i can't sort you any more
because alongside pain and emptiness
there's a joy in what we were
so i'll try to sleep and dream and move
toward a morning strong and bright
but the chirping birds and traffic sounds
reveal an endless night
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no poetry
00:49
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and there's no poetry
that can capture this
there's no poetry
that can capture the abyss
yet i try
yet i writhe
with my guitar and my voice
i have no other choice
screaming into the void
screaming into the sun
this is all i can do in this world
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check my phone
see what I get
no news from you
as i should expect
while it’s no surprise
it hurts nonetheless
this wishful fantasy
does no good i guess
it’s just i miss you bad
and my life’s a mess
i just can’t seem
to put us to rest
no more LA sun
warming up my chest
i wish this had gone
differently i guess
this screen is a portal of pain
beaming bad vibes straight into my brain
but the time’s so empty and full of malaise
and my brain just feels so foreign and full of dismay
so i always
log on another day
check my phone
see what I find
modulations of death
and doctored lies
it’s a cruel world
and it’s all my design
we’re stuck in ourselves
and info reminds
reality blurs
it moves undefined
it shatters and folds
contracts and unwinds
down a rabbit hole
of labyrinthine design
i fall and i fall
and careen out of time
this screen is a portal of pain
beaming bad vibes straight into my brain
but the time’s so empty and full of malaise
and my brain just feels so foreign and full of dismay
so i always
log on another day
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i let my hair grow
02:32
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and i let my hair grow
in the hopelessness of things
and idealism flowed
til it became a fragile stream
that snaked on through my brain
spread thin across my mind
too many torrid days
and now the flood has run dry
and i am afraid
there is nowhere to go
and im defeated
by woe, sweet woe
and every moment slips away
and every second slips away
and every moment slips away
every second slips away
and so my hair grows
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why?
01:35
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and every day that goes by
every moment i find
that there's no where to hide
from the cold realities of life
they burrow deep inside
they constantly remind
of the waves of time
and of the endless why
i go on
but why go on?
yet i go on?
but why go on?
so i go on
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up at 2pm again
make a cup of coffee on the stove
let its dull taste in
to try to sweep the cobwebs from my soul
it’s a waste for sure
they’re more me than i am these days
im a distant blur
eroded in these winds of ambient pain
so i write these songs
to exorcise the dust that ive become
but it all goes wrong
i fear i may forever be undone
silent, cold, and numb
i move throughout my days like im not here
i see i have become
the ghost that i have sung about in fear
but i cannot bring myself to say goodbye for good
so ill just keep it at farewell for now
i could never ever say goodbye for good
so i guess its gotta be farewell for now
farewell
farewell
farewell
farewell
to you, to me
to hope for relief
to ideals of peace
ill never be free
farewell
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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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