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Früt

by Plum Sanders

Melodic Indie Rock
Genre: Rock: Adult Alternative Pop/Rock
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1. House of Cards
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2. More / Less
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3. Syncing
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4. Through the Fire
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5. Technically Technicolor
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Lyrics:

HOUSE OF CARDS

Cryptic for Purgatory's sake
(Cryptic for Purgatory's sake)
She finds my words unnerving
But she found them endearing

Conscious of my own relate
(Conscious of my own relate)
Corrections still unearthing
Stiffen up, it's just hearing

Listen to her uncertainty
Bask in a dull feud it seems
Last is always next
Leaving us cyclically hexed

Wish I could best it with coercion
But I'm just as uncertain
Praying for some burgeon
But I'm just as uncertain

I'm no king and you're queen
More pawns that move adjacently
Jesters of reality
Inside our house of cards

She drips arterial cliches
(She drips arterial cliches)
Syrup thick and bitter
Though I found it slick and sweeter

Solace from the intimate
(Solace from the intimate)
In distance quiet killer
Seems simply non-sequitur

I'm no king and you're queen
More pawns that move adjacently
Jesters of reality
Inside our house of cards

(a series of "woahs")


MORE/LESS

She said that I want you
And I said I don't know how to deal
With all the bluntness and confidence that you're giving

Me and myself we go way back
Twenty-two years seems so long to be
Living in fear and maybe I should just
Step back take a moment
To analyze the situation
And realize its all in my h-h-head

Trapped inside the moment
Temporal cage weighs on my shoulders
I see through striped vision corners
Obscured by heat and masked flora
And fauna dance until the dawn
An aura I find hard to ride
This wavelength keeps me alienated
Outer space seems more embracing
Than the inside of a Friday-hey-hey

Should we push some more of this
It feels like any less of it
Dissatisfies our taste a palette
Unofficiated by the
Likes of conscious minds our eyes
They step outside lines and find
That if you take my hand we'll run
Away

Break for misinformers that
Provide consummate lore at a price
Of nighttime adventures no guarantee
To color by the imaginary
Numbers marked clearly by the
Score composed and settled by the
Other two voices screaming mumbles
Over reality oh won't you
Take my hand and go

Should we push some more of this (no more, no less)
It feels like any less of it (no more, no less)
Dissatisfies our taste a palette (no more, no less)
Unofficiated by the (no more, no less)
Likes of conscious minds our eyes (no more, no less)
They step outside lines and find (no more, no less)
That if you take my hand we'll run (no more, no less)
Away


SYNCING

The space between us
Draped in power lines and radio wires
In space copious
Satellites confine the dwindling fire

And we'll step on over the
Likes of our keyboards to
Find any remorse of
Unconnected thoughts
We'll wake up the morning with
Hearts and discord in a
Willingness born in the
Letters we forgot

And oh, can we get off that easily
Oh, can we live off appeasing
Each other, trapped in a world
Split between the two screen
Of two souls out of sync

A trip to Venus
Try to turn you on to unfiltered thoughts
Slip to weakness
Find out we drew on linguistic nuance

When pieces that typically
Find themselves fitting like
Puzzles get shifted a
Bit out of place
Everything crashes it's
Nothing but traction get
Lost in the static of
Insecurity

And oh, can we get off that easily
Oh, can we live off appeasing
Each other, trapped in a world
Split between the two screen
Of two souls out of sync

(Your garden variety of screeches)

And oh, can we get off that easily
Oh, can we live off appeasing
Each other, trapped in a world
Split between the two screen
Of two souls out of sync


THROUGH THE FIRE

I will go to my funeral
Dressed in red i suppose
A suit and a toe for a
Suitor to die
On my own watch

Hanging from my wrist it seems
Salvador reality
Melted time behind the guise
Of tears fallen on the floor

Tucked in mess under distress
Calling from the wilderness
Speaks in reason finds the treason(in-)
Bedded in the nest

Casket closed try to break free
Earnest for reality
Wrapped in velvet try to sell it
Up the river far from me

Oh, you know, watch it go

This isn't our finest hour
But its the last one we've got
So take my hand and understand
I'll hold you through the fire

Six feet deep try to get sleep
To show our chests we cover feet
Folded blanket not discreet
But breath and words keep us warm

Ceiling once covered in sky
Now carved out astrologic signs
Keeping track lest we forget
That time keeps passing by

Oh, you know, watch it go

This isn't our finest hour
But its the last one we've got
So take my hand and understand
I'll hold you through the fire

This isn't our finest hour
But its the last one we've got
So take my hand and understand
I'll hold you through the fire

Oh, you know, watch it go

This isn't our finest hour
But its the last one we've got
So take my hand and understand
I'll hold you through the fire

This isn't our finest hour
But its the last one we've got
So take my hand and understand
I'll hold you through the fire

Hold you through the fire
(Oh-ou, ah-ah)


(TECHNICALLY) TECHNICOLOR

Technically technicolor
Weigh the world in grayscale
Beckoning through shakes and stutters
Of insecurity and being drunk

Find a new space to wonder
Maybe outside or a cafe
So highfalutin and somber
Resonate and break through skin

Color T.V.
Behind a black screen

When I go and run to the world
On the day that I die
I'll speak in tongues you don't know
'Cuz they only exist in my mind

(They only exist in my mind)

Nose dipped in condensation
Fall up the stairs and climb down the sides of the walls
Close eyes and aim for desertion
Reflections dancing in the paint

A glistening carbonado
Fingers tied between promise and lies
Text hides a leather bound shadow
As a ghost from the nineties clings to my side

Color T.V.
Behind a black screen

When I go and run to the world
On the day that I die
I'll speak in tongues you don't know
'Cuz they only exist in my mind

They only exist in my mind

Technically technicolor
Weigh the world in grayscale
Beckoning through shakes and stutters
Of insecurity and being drunk

When I go and run to the world
(Technically technicolor)
On the day that I die
(Weigh the world in grayscale)
I'll speak in tongues you don't know
(Beckoning through shakes and stutters)
'Cuz they only exist in my mind
(Of insecurity and being drunk)

(Technically technicolor)
(Weigh the world in grayscale)
Only exist in my mind-
(Beckoning through shakes and stutters)
(Of insecurity and being drunk)
Only exist in my mind

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