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Whateverdeath
02:56
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Waitin’ ‘round just to be late
After hours can I crash at your place? (whatever, death)
Talk to strangers that you wish you did not know
Too much drinking you’re confused and all alone (whatever, death)
Hold the ghost hands in the Walmart parking lot
Walk right through them
They know you are not you (whatever, death)
I don’t know you but I wish I knew you
(you know: whatever, death)
Waitin’ ‘round just to be late
After hours can I crash at your place? (whatever, death)
Do your make-up, turn your lips candy red
Hit the town then hit the bed, all alone (whatever, death)
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2. |
House House
02:13
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Emptiness is an empty house, I know
It’s Halloween on River Side
My mother calls to check that I’m alive
Tells me we’re out of funerals —
The ground’s fed up
There’s a better place, it ain’t far away
Where we become one and the same
Emptiness is the miles between my friends and me
It’s Halloween on River Side
The painted dead spend up their lives
They walk side by side
The ground’s fed up
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3. |
Moonlight (3)
01:49
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We stayed up all night
Under half-full-moon light
On a storm-fucked beach
I felt you growing inside me
You said “kill your scare crows
Let the phantoms in your home
Undo your skin, so you can
Do it right back again”
We stayed up all night
Filled my skeleton with life
In half-full-moon light
Watch me be just fine
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Bedroom Song
03:08
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Heaven’s a thought
Born in the summer time
I lay in your lap
And you play with my hair
And the water just is
And we’re just beside it
And we may roll around
Until our bodies become just only sound
I breach into waves
Become what the fire is not
I’m all over you
Until we are just crawling walls
I got lost in my little bedroom
I will disappear, I don’t need a reason why
And the world lives
So we can die inside it
Oh was it a dream
When the walls became waterfalls?
Oh was it a dream
When the mansion held a fire?
Oh was it a dream
When we spent a real year inside?
And we did roll around
Making sounds about making sounds
I got lost in my little bedroom
I will disappear, I don’t need a reason why
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5. |
Somewhere Invisible
03:20
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Somewhere the sun opens up
Sometimes love ain’t enough
Something’s constantly weeping
(and the earth aches in the state that it’s in)
Though I don’t know the cost
I ain’t giving up
I’ll be a voyeur among
A thing that isn’t quite there
A ghost or an aperture’s glare
A feeling that don’t come and don’t go
A world inside of the phone
Though I don’t know the cost
I ain’t giving up
I’ll be a voyeur among
A thing that isn’t quite there
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6. |
Digital Fireworks
02:58
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You know how I know you
I see you when I don’t
Inside our bedrooms we’d
trade our warmest clothes
(and sink into bed)
Digital fireworks may keep us close
I know how you know me
You see me when I don’t
In winter, in dark water
Our shapes became a home
(felt sick in the car)
Digital fireworks may keep us close
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7. |
Walked Into Field
03:07
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I don’t know no apparition
I don’t walk into the field
I don’t sleep in the creek
And I stopped drinking beer
I know you as a feeling
And not anything else
If I walked into your yard
you’d kick me out yourself
Are you anything?
Are you anywhere?
Are you the clothes on your back, or the color in your hair?
I don’t know no apparition
I think I only know love
3 years with closed eyes
Big Best Friend’s on the come up
I walked to the gas station in the middle of the night
And my ghost revealed itself
And it made love with my life
If I know you, and you know me
Are we interchangeable?
Are we trading dreams when we sleep?
Are we anything we’re near?
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8. |
Do You?
01:43
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Do you still live
Where we used to live?
Great haunted hotels, invisible memory
Do you still drive
Where we used to drive?
Tires spent on gravel, abandoned homes in the sun
Do you still pray
Where we used to pray?
Chicken-scratch on the chalk board, prayers come undone
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Phantom Song
02:14
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Bright and alive I saw your face on Facebook
Rolled up jeans near a mountain, dirty hands in water fountains
Bright and alive I saw your face on Facebook
In your transparent futuristic trailer park
Bright and alive I saw your face on Facebook
Standing free in your apartment, just like me in your apartment
God may the moon stay away
We’ll not be from them
Bright and alive you saw my face on Facebook
I became a momentary phantom
God may the moon stay away
We’ll not be from them
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10. |
Winter, 2015
02:19
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I won’t bring it up now that you’re calling me so much
Telling me how good it feels to be in love, telling me how it feels to be someone’s
Man, I just want to hang up
I can’t reanimate winter nights filling the ash trays, solo cups and Calypso straight
You and me wobbling back and fourth, nodding out, face on the floor
Man, I sure hope that you’re okay
Just dead on the couch, TV light just bleeding out
Hand stuck in Dorito bag, making puddles and washing rags
Burn the weed then hide the bag
Piss the fire out, just like that
Man, we sure should move past the past
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11. |
Running in Cassadaga
02:49
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Arounding glow of streetlight
You saw children become the night
And the sky it became whatever else
The world opens up just for itself
Arounding shoulder in inhuman Florida light
I approached a place where the dead unite
And in the cemetery owls let out their cries
and we just stood in the Cassadaga night
Arounding spinach chopped light beside the kale
I opened into an orange peel
And the sun was suddenly in my stare
And I gave it to you to match your hair
Arounding glow of streetlight
You saw children become the night
And the sky it became whatever else
The world opens up just for itself
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12. |
Emptiness Song
05:02
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The world lives and we also live kind of inside of it
I walk outside, see summer light
Hear old thunder’s on the way
Strip me back, I mean
Cut my hair and send me off
To the waterlogged old-high-school-cars in the dump yard full of fire
cuz that’s me
Strip me back, I mean
Take my eyes and send me off
To the world outside cuz there’s no world inside
I’m full of absences
But my antlers aren’t enough
To block out this world’s love
And cold heart
Emptiness is made by callused men, like me
I’m the star of my home when I’m all alone
In the keyboard dust, pullin’ sweatpants up
I’m in the thick of it
And the sleeping pills and not sleeping pills
I’m in the thick of it
But my antlers aren’t enough
To block out all your love
Emptiness is made by callused men, it’s invented
The world lives and we also live kind of inside of it
I walk outside, see summer light
Hear your thunder’s on the way
But my antlers aren’t enough
To block out all this love
So I’d better settle in
Emptiness is made by calloused men
With cold hearts
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Big Best Friend Florida
Touching guitars lightly. Songs about the moon and what it shines on. Pacific Northwest Indie Rock if made from the wet grounds of Florida.
Big Best Friend recommends:
Welcome Nowhere
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music (along with other musics) that inspires this project
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Let's All Go to the Beach!
by Duchess
music for the beach
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Variety Peaches
by We Will Get There Eventually
music that was actually made by BIG BEST FRIEND
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