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Self-Portrait
04:33
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Once I tried to help my life make sense
The conversation’s funny
Forgetting all that’s said
Every day I try to fill my head
The hole that develops is growing
Everything slips out I’m bleeding
One cigarette and I’m back in my lull
Everything’s flowing I’m starting to fall
It seems that every now and then I find a different person in my soul
It seems that every day I find a new direction place to go
Once I was there
Now I’m nowhere
One cigarette and I’m back in my lull
Everything’s flowing I’m starting to fall
Life without a purpose in front of your view is changing everyday
I get by happily with simple little chores
And I find new ways to look at every day
I find that I can say with true conviction I’m alone
I love the cold air it’s much too warm inside
The way it makes me feel free the way it makes me sigh
The way it makes me feel like I’m somewhere and not bottled up in this room
But I mustn’t leave just yet
No i mustn’t leave just yet
Blowing wind blowing wind unsettle my hair
And wash me from this burdensome
Place
The changing scene will sweeten my taste
The Northern lights are wonderful I hear but I’ve never seen a flicker from them
And Autumn falls the perfect time of year just when Summer’s beaten down upon us
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Orphic
01:11
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Once I tried to help my life make sense
The conversation’s funny
Forgetting all that’s said
Every day I try to fill my head
The hole that develops is growing
Everything slips out I’m bleeding
One cigarette and I’m back in my lull
Everything’s flowing I’m starting to fall
It seems that every now and then I find a different person in my soul
It seems that every day I find a new direction place to go
Once I was there
Now I’m nowhere
One cigarette and I’m back in my lull
Everything’s flowing I’m starting to fall
Life without a purpose in front of your view is changing everyday
I get by happily with simple little chores
And I find new ways to look at every day
I find that I can say with true conviction I’m alone
I love the cold air it’s much too warm inside
The way it makes me feel free the way it makes me sigh
The way it makes me feel like I’m somewhere and not bottled up in this room
But I mustn’t leave just yet
No i mustn’t leave just yet
Blowing wind blowing wind unsettle my hair
And wash me from this burdensome
Place
The changing scene will sweeten my taste
The Northern lights are wonderful I hear but I’ve never seen a flicker from them
And Autumn falls the perfect time of year just when Summer’s beaten down upon us
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Tom Markey Austin, Texas
Tom Markey weaves his unique sound from sonic explorations in rock, punk, pop, ambient, and beyond. His songs are infused with a sense of justice and humor in the face of darkness. He draws inspiration from space travel, books, and dystopian visions.
Tom Markey recommends:
Community / GBY
by Running Joke
moves fluidly between styles. Really Cool!
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Great harmonies, great noise, and cool story.
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Evanescente Spiritu
by Charles Patrick Henstrom III
Just beautiful and great! Perhaps some kind of new hybrid genre!
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deadbeat effervescent
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