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Brittle Soul
01:49
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Phosphenes
04:26
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I've been talking to myself lately,
Lately, I’ve been trying to think of things to say
I’m not as good as I am, but as good as I will be;
This display is getting in my way
I tied my noose and, of survival, I am proof
I loved to lose but my love was lost in the choose
I hope this reverie will stay with me
I hope this reverie will stay with me
This is not the former me; this is just a form of me
(Savour restoration)
This is not the former me; this is just a form of me
You fell for a straw man, baby
Vaguely, I can still recall the search for my brain
These victories are just phosphenes
This display is everything I hate
I found the woods in the place where I once stood
The vines were loose, but I climbed to heal the feud
I hope this reverie will stay with me
I hope this reverie will stay with me
This is not the former me; this is just a form of me
(Pray for conflagration)
This is not the former me; this is just a form of me
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3. |
The Room
03:25
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I wrapped myself in you
I lined my walls with what I know to be true
Protest this masquerade
I’m looking for the room in which you lay
Soon; the room
The wolves are at the gate
Snapping at the heels of my fate
Rectify these wrongs
I can still pretend that I am strong
Soon; the room
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4. |
Lions
04:27
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These wires that hold me back from falling
Are made from liars left behind in the rust
I’ve been tired from a heavy brain, and this stalling
And the lions are close on our tail and I feel like I’m lost
Oh, the lions that cross our paths without trying;
They run through the grass and somehow find us,
They look in our eyes and say, “time passes by”
So you might as well run forward if you’re gonna run at all
Everybody has to fall; everyone is small,
With their backs up against the wall
These worries that hold me in stasis
Are above me, below and to the side
There’s nothing of me, all I am is several different faces
And they haunt me, they hammer away at my pride
Oh, the guidance that whispers words about flying
“Be like the birds, take wing and take aim”
They look at our fears and say, “Life costs you dear”
So you might as well look inward if you’re gonna stare at all
Everybody has to fall; everyone is small,
With their backs up against the wall
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5. |
The Low
05:02
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I’ve been trying to put this to the back of my mind
I’ve been risking clarity I find
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can find my words
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can line my footfalls with what I’ve learned
I’ve been walking t’wards the moon, past one
Trying to find some resonation in this conversation she shuns
Why, when I’m standing still, do my colours still run?
Shades of me are bleached from summer’s sun
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can find my words
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can line my footfalls with what I’ve learned
What I’ve learned is that I am nothing new
I am nothing new
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, where I can hide from myself
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can understand this hand I’ve been dealt
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can find my words
Take me to the low, take me to the low
Take me to the low, so I can line my footfalls with what I’ve learned
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6. |
This, Too, Shall Pass
04:14
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If the eyes are the window to the soul
Then I’m the drops pacing down the pane
This pain is not endless; I’m not under its control
I just seem to be racing the rain
I’ve been lonely in this room
I’ve been locked away writing tune after tune
This horizon’s not that vast
This, too, shall pass
Look at us and our generation
Praying for hardship and desperation
My stirrups and my saddle are looser than before
I hide behind my walls but I can barely tell the ceiling from the floor
And, darling, I’ve been marked
I’ve been trying to love away the scars
This horizon’s not that vast
This, too, shall pass
It’s all in my head, in my head
In my head, in my head
It’s all in my head, in my head
In my head, in my head
It’s all in my head, in my head
It's in my head, in my head
It's all in my head
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7. |
A Form of Me
02:06
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8. |
East Ridge
04:27
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Unfold me; save us from wandering
This ain’t a quandary halting time
My maps are creasing, rips for the seamstress
To sew up my east ridge, ribs to spine
Pursuing pushing through this ceiling
Trying to convey this taint I’m feeling, but I don’t
Taking for granted hands in hands
Staking claim for a shaking stance, it’s a note
Remould me; fix me by soldering
Burn through the old singed canvases
I’ve been re-assessing all of my falseness
Searching the room where my balance lives
Pursuing pushing through this ceiling
Trying to contain this taint I’m feeling, but I won’t
Taking for granted hands in hands
Staking claim for a shaking stance, it’s a note
Sing the right note, sing it by rote
Sing the right note, sing it by rote
Sing the right note, sing it by rote
Sing the right note, sing it by rote
x2
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9. |
Twine
03:53
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I’ll take these chances before I fold
So close to gold but silver’s cold
Difficult to say, but it will stay
We tread the line while bodies change
Walk on wires made of glass
Leave your lessons in the past
Time’s a sealer, rest in rain
We beg for light while lovers change
‘Cause I’m so broken
I'm just holding myself together with twine
Don't you dare say it gets better with time
Temper, temper, little one
It’s been a while since you turned to face the sun
I’m losing track of all the stems of me
We aim for things we cannot be
We look for love we cannot see
‘Cause I’m so broken
I'm just holding myself together with twine
Don't you dare say it gets better with time
I look in the mirror
And think, “Do I know you anymore?”
What do you see? Cause I’m not sure
We tread the line while bodies change
(And I'm just holding myself together with twine)
We beg for light while lovers change
(Don't you dare say it gets better with time)
We aim for things we cannot be
(Do I know you anymore?)
We look for love we cannot see
(What do you see? Cause I’m not sure)
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10. |
Strewn
03:54
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Ache; the peaks and the troughs we struggle through
For heaven’s sake, I’m always trying to balance midnight and noon
Oh, and I am strewn
This is all that matters to me
Just as I get back to you, I feel the rain
Dried blood on my nose
I suppose that I've been thinking again
Blare; the light that creeps across from the corners of my stare
Too sluggish to turn my heavy head t’wards the moors
They could be the script that I may follow
They could be the peace against this war
This is all that matters to me
Just as I’m on track with you, we lose the flame
Dried blood on my nose
I suppose that life’s been jinxing again
Swan song, swan song, swan song
(This is not my) swan song
(Calling me home) swan song
(Rest my weary bones) swan song
This is all that matters to me
Just as I part ways with you, I let go of the strain
Dried blood on my nose
I suppose that we’d been sinking again
I suppose that life’s been jinxing again
I suppose that I've been thinking again
There’s a galaxy in us
All these little parts are stardust
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11. |
Dust
03:24
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I wish that I could be taken
Strung up and shaken
By some semblance of warmth
I wish that my lungs were hardy enough
To breathe in any form of love
Of any sense or sort
And I wish that I wasn’t preoccupied with being ready
The time will come when Lisa’s run will make me light and heady, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish
It's only when I'm surrounded that I remember how lonely I am
And the dust is telling
The dust is telling me to go
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12. |
Moon
03:36
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A brittle soul that lusts
For a heart as hard as stone
Incremental trust
Is not a sign that I’ve grown
(x2)
It’s not a sign that I’ve grown
It’s not a sign that I’ve grown
It’s not a sign that I’ve grown
It’s not a sign (x?)
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Phill Vidler London, UK
With a melodic storytelling style matched with evocative lyricism, Phill Vidler paints a dense canvas that is easy to lose yourself in. Phill is a prolific force of creativity and uses a growing inventory of equipment to evolve his sound.
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