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Fears
06:00
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Your smile,
Cyanide-like charm,
Snide as you hurt my arm.
You're a chore,
But I can't abhor you,
'Cause I know that you're worth my time.
Daughter of darkness,
I'm fraught with another ten thousand notes.
Heartless departure,
Debauchery,
I'm the husk of another soul.
Sitting on a plane,
For which,
I can't see anymore.
I'll take you by the hand,
But it's all over the floor.
And yet I realize the mistakes I've said before.
Sitting on a plane,
For which...
Can you speak my sweet Gestalt?
Smuggled in between your teeth,
Come, speak my love.
You're my jester,
And my gesture,
Subtle in between your teeth.
How Greek to us all.
If I flaunt all my hypocrisies,
I'll be a pawn of everyone I loved.
The elephant in the room's stalling me,
But I can't deny,
He just speaks to us all.
Living avid my dysphoria,
But I can't afford another piece of mind.
And you're a facade,
But damn, honestly,
I can't deny,
I would've talked to you.
Sitting on a plane,
For which,
I can't see anymore.
I'll take you by the hand,
But it's all over the floor.
And yet I realize the mistakes I've said before.
Sitting on a plane,
For which...
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2. |
Receipt
04:52
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A broken hound,
Invoked, intact,
A reactionary quarry,
From a minor devil's spat.
A selenophile,
She's drab in style,
But to her I am no worth,
And damn,
I envy her loving style.
Quiet relations,
They end just so suddenly.
Yes, they're quite premature,
And they're quite elementary.
Well, I left a surprise in the back of your car seat.
Yes, you can burn all the papers,
But please keep the receipts.
Cause everyone I've ever loved is of no use to me,
In a nihilistic mindset,
That you claim to keep for free.
But in honesty,
I cherish their flaws,
And I love them so well.
It's so well, oh well.
Cocoon my love,
A Spanish dove,
She walks around the corner sundressed,
Undressed, looking for love.
But to her, you're such a dirty word.
An empty drug he seizes,
Skinny dipping into evenings,
Hoping things will just get easy.
Well it's factual,
I'm an absurdist.
Sitting on an empty porch,
Debating if I'm worth it.
Well, I'm broken like the hound,
That you just took out and shot in the backyard.
Give him his last command,
To gaze into the wandering stars.
For once, it's clear to me.
Quiet relations,
They end just so suddenly.
Yes, they're quite premature,
And they're quite elementary.
Well, I left a surprise in the back of your car seat.
Yes, you can burn all the papers,
But please keep the receipts.
Please keep the receipts,
Please keep the receipts.
Cause everyone I've ever loved is of no use to me,
Cocoon my love, Cocoon my love.
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3. |
Howl
05:38
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In a spark,
I'd tape my heat up to you,
Like any living dream.
Can I take the fall 'cause I don't want to talk at all?
And in my dreams, you're praised as a sarcophagus.
Your name I won't forget, even if I want to.
Can I take the fall 'cause I don't want to talk at all?
Even if I want to.
Misanthrope,
I hope you drown with the rest of you.
Oh! Wistful History!
Do I speak clear to you?
Can you make a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all.
And like a dog, I howl at the thought of anoth you.
Oh! Wistful History!
Do I speak clear to you?
Can I make a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all.
And it's you,
What a wonderful truth!
Can't you see that terror lies for free?
A wondering being sit still to silver screens.
Your tragedy makes my least favorite comedy.
And like a god,
I shout at the thought of another you,
Oh! Wistful History!
Do I speak clear to you?
Can you make you a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all?
And in my mouth,
Are twigs that just sprout a newfound leaf.
It's been three weeks since I've seen sleep,
He's a fickle being.
Can you make a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all.
I need some help.
Get away from somewhere else.
Far away, the falcon flies.
Even if I want to.
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4. |
Limes
06:40
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Good Morning To You,
I've been stuck around just pacing,
I am faking your love.
Violent comparisons,
Like Erica,
She was a violent American.
Orwellian election,
I need a miracle,
My brain's in the septic.
Drained of all leverage,
I need a miracle,
'Cause this my recession.
Well, I'm talking to you,
A fine faux fantasy,
My vanity hues,
It's amusing to you.
Calamity blues,
There's a beauty to you.
Glamour and gold,
She sold her soul to the devil.
Tentative,
A penitentiary is suited,
A grassroots revolution gone asunder.
Well seasons greetings, I'm too pleasing for you.
My treaties are due.
Glamor and gold,
She sold her soul to the devil.
Well, I'm just like you,
I'm sort of dancing and blue.
Glamor and gold,
She sold her soul to the devil.
Well, I'm just like you,
I've never been in love too.
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5. |
Mona
06:29
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You're a canvas fold,
Another tainted soul,
Another thousand notes.
How does she hold your clothes?
Malinche, Christe Pie,
Jesu Pie, Christe.
I live to tell the tale of an awful soul,
Inundated fraught,
The root of all your love is in the ire of ivory,
And the sea.
Alina brought me fire, roses at her feet,
Paled in comparison,
To her parents' skin.
Hold my throat to the throne,
Passing through the steering lights,
Hoping that my dreams go out tonight.
Mona,
Hold me close.
I've seen it all before,
You can take my vice,
Build a ring of fire,
To each his own.
Inundated fraught,
The root of all your love is in the eye of the champion.
I wanna be someone,
To you, I'll have some meaning.
Please forgive me,
I'll teach my own.
But then, I'll talk you.
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Jacob Hutto Spring, Texas
Jacob Hutto is a Houston-based Singer-Songwriter, with experimental tendencies.
Most of Jacob's music can be found on iTunes, Spotify, Youtube, etc.
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One word immediately hits the mind when listening to his music: Transcendence. A great friend of mine, a profound musician, and someone who I genuinely fell in love with on the first listen. Listen.
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