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Contrived
03:08
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I wish I could tell you that I love you
But it always sounds contrived
I would lay it all upon you
And give me peace of mind
I wish I could tell you that I hate you
Without it being construed
I would lay right into you
And hope I won't sound rude
Sitting on the curb at 3 A.M. our feet lightly touching
I hear your heart on my chest and mine in my head
You ask me if I'm freezing, I don't shiver for the cold
I shine a light upon you now, shine a light I do
I shine a light upon you now, shine a light I do
I wish I could tell you that I need you
But you'll end up being concerned
I would take too much time
and not use what I've learned
I wish I could tell you that I fear you
And have all my doubts confirmed
I would work myself up to it
And have my thoughts returned
Standing on the curb at 3 A.M. glaring at my shoes
I've never felt this cold or small in front of you
You ask me if we're ok but I'm way past that
I squint every time I see you now, squint more and more
I squint every time I see you now, squint more and more
I wish I could tell you that I want you
Even if it's just for one night
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Sunshine!!!
02:49
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The weather's hot like you like it
The water's cool like you hoped it
Bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Better keep your valuables out of sight
Nobody's gone surfing
I've heard the sharks will come in quick
Californi-a is a sinking ship
Better keep your gun to your breast
The sun is shining always brighter
The sun is shining always brighter
Don't let them see you're shaking
Inside outside the bullet goes
A splash of blood soaks the sand
Huarache sandals hit the grass
The sun is shining always brighter
The sun is shining always brighter
(it's cold out what's all this fuss about)
A couple of degrees sure don't feel much
The water is rising fast who knows how long we will last
The sun is shining always brighter
The sun is shining always brighter
The sun is shining always brighter
The sun is shining always brighter
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It's Quiet
02:41
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Take me kitsch and take me flowing
Take me queer and take me twisting
For I need to believe in me
And you somehow trust in me
Love, love, love is change
Love, love love is quiet
For me
Take me holy, take me ugly
Take me strange and take me funny
As I polish old weaponry
And you give me a fighting chance
Love, love, love is change
Love, love love is quiet
For you
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4. |
Cut My Hair
02:40
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Is this the good part?
Then why I’m a fucking nervous all the time?
I’ve cut my hair but
I don’t like how it’s turned out
The photograph makes me double-take
Is that how my nose looks in profile?
Does anybody like themselves naked?
I dread getting out of the pool
The water reflects off of your eyes
I start to wonder why we’re even here
Here at all here again
Here at all here again
Here at all here again
Here at all here again
Is this the fun part?
Then why I’m a goddamn nervous all the time
You’ve cut your hair but
I only notice when you point it out
The past comes back in different forms
My skin reacts by sweating from its pours
I get nervous in department stores
As if I’m not supposed to be there at all
Your fingers trail past the shirts
I start to wonder why we’re even here
Here at all here again
Here at all here again
Here at all here again
Here at all here again
I wanna seesaw I wanna seesaw
I wanna seesaw I wanna seesaw with you
I wanna seesaw I wanna seesaw
I wanna seesaw I wanna seesaw with you
The pillow moulds your phone lit face
I’m pretty lucky I found a mate
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Bird's Nest
02:38
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When lovers entwine mixing blood with wine
For all to see and gorge upon
Rushing to my head, lovers in a bird’s nest
For all to prey and speak of
Hold me down and let me go
Keep my secret for the road
I could be a friend I could be a lover
I could be no one I could be the other
When hearts collide fusing drugs with light
For no one else to peak upon
Pull in to feel less, pull in to feel heat
Just to crash and stock up
Pull me up and let me stay
Keep your secret for the road
I could be a mirror I could be a camera
I could be lost I could be discovered
Scrolling down my feed seeing your whitened teeth
As I’m all over you, I follow on I follow on
I could be a post I could be a screen
I could be a pass I could be seen
I could be a friend I could be a lover
I could be no one I could be the other
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6. |
Chorus of Last Nite
03:20
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In a crowed room I saw it all
Your warm smile was my downfall
In that moment I truly died
On the second chorus of Last Nite
Tripping outside with the smokers
Nodding replies while I slowly broke
As I try to connect the dots
And slowly see they were there all along
I try to forget how many times
I let those feelings truly drown
Crying in the car looking out
Just to make sure no one can catch my eyes
Light on my face in a dark bedroom
Not even the covers keep me warm
As I scroll through our photos
But they've started to change in meaning
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all bleeds has a home
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all bleeds has a home
For I can't love you by myself
But I can't love anybody else
An atom bomb to the heart
But I gotta get up and go to work
Change the sound of my ringtone
For it reminds me too much
Connect the phone, set the alarm
Is this all I can do? This is all I can do
For I can't love you by myself
But I can't love anybody else
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all bleeds has a home
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all bleeds has a home
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all bleeds has a home
For I can't love you by myself
But I can't love anybody else
For I can't love myself anymore
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Drink
03:33
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Do I drink to remember or just to forget?
I can see the morning coming round the bend
I feel the heat through my eyes
Turn around for cover and throw up again
As I wake up and struggle for water
Red eyes staggered thoughts
As I beg beg beg for sugar
Now that I down, that I'm low
That I'm not talkative anymore
Think of you, think of me, together
Do I live to remember or just to forget?
I can see the sunlight crawling up the wall
Lay on my bed look at my phone
Flick flick flicker out of it all
As I curl up and try to remember
I start to put the seams
All the seams together
Now that I down, that I'm low
That I'm not talkative anymore
Think of you, think of me, together
Why don't you help me to feel less lonely?
Why don't you help me to feel less lonely?
Why don't you help me to feel less lonely?
Why don't you help me to feel less lonely?
(Do I drink to remember or just to forget?
I can see the morning coming round the bend
I feel the heat through my eyes
Turn around for cover and throw up again)
I feel alone, I feel alive
With you all through the night
But I don't need you at all and
I just want to feel at home
With myself in the end
Without the need to pretend
Without the need to pretend
Without the need to pretend
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8. |
Lockdown
02:24
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I need to bleed out to my friends
I need to keep up and make amends
Sleeping on the floor for days on end
Building up a fort trying to pretend
I need to gouge out my heart
I need to get up in the morning
Getting anxious over shopping trips
Counting the meals we’ve got left in the fridge
I just want you to get better
I just want everyone to get better
I just want my shitty life back
I just want my shitty life back
I’ve got a hole in my jeans
I’ve been wearing the same fucking things
For days on end now
Trying to wash them on rotation now
My work inbox is empty
I’ve got no one calling me
I just want my shitty life back
I just want my shitty life back
I just want my shitty life back
I just want my shitty life back
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9. |
Funny Heart
02:29
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I've got a funny heart, It's black and blue
But it climbs the charts when I take a look at you
The stores are all closing, but I don't mind
It's only a Tuesday and you're coming home to mine
With you all I see is symphony
I've got a funny lip, It bleeds all the time
But I suck it in and waste my time
The stars all collide, on that walk
As I keep hoping we'll get warming as we walk
With you all I see is symphony
I've got funny eyes, they vail my sight
They let me be and touch my pride
Further down the road, I take my keys
Peg my coat, as you are here with me
With you all I see is symphony
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Say a prayer when you rise and
Oh beware of the hight
As I’d love it if I made it, baby
Matty why can’t you help me please
Can’t relax, or face the facts
Don’t deny hard earned cash
I’ll never see your inbox, baby
Never feel the weight of your day
Help me out, with some clout
Help me to drain the doubt
As I try to show my envy, baby
In the most post-modern way
Won’t you give me a try
Won’t you give me a try
Won’t you give me a try
Won’t you give me a try
Won’t you give me a try
Won’t you give me a try
So just give me a try
They make catchy tunes, erm,
they clearly don’t take themselves
seriously enough to worry about
their, what anyone thinks of them
Because I mean, they just don’t care
They just sort of do anything don’t they?
They just, they just like, even though some of their stuff-
Like they don’t care that it’s super lame
Where as other bands tie themselves up in knots, like ohh
Where these guys clearly, just like, want to be popular
They are a pop act, and they have basically jump on like
a million zeitgeists at once and then melded them into a band
It’s very clever
I mean, they freaking got Greta to just talk
on a track and then they went: To-Tom-To-To in the background
I mean - it’s very, very good
I wouldn’t go see them
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Parachute Words London, UK
Indie rock from band London, UK.
Martino Gasparrini on vocals and guitar, George Harvey on
guitar, Rosa Fish on violin, Lea Francis on drums and Ralph Heseltine on bass.
We write and record our music in the small spaces we can find along the way.
Started out as a solo project by Martino in 2016.
Feel free to send me an email if you wish to contact me directly.
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