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19/11/19
02:57
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The same sense of dread against a different background
The same off-key dreams oscillate the same sound
Oh, what a time to be sober!
Oh, what a time to be bitter!
Simply in regards to the way the world works
But there’s no time to feel lonely
There’s no time for what ifs and if onlys
Only time to kill till this all blows over
So I’ll wait here on my own
On the bench at the end of Whitehouse Loan
Scrolling through notes on my phone
Sentimental for a life lived inside my mind
When I look up you appear on the other side of the road
Smiling and poking holes in the lines I couldn’t bring myself to sing
They were just too hard to sing
I wish you didn’t have to go
but the light bleeding out from the side of your skull highlights the hope in everything
Hope is everything
And I hope one day you’ll see that those words have become obsolete
And the blood on my feet dried up long before I called asking for more
That last life was vicious, but not enough to make me religious
Or enough to forget that you’re out there somewhere
When I’m suspended in dead air
You’re the sound I need and you come from nowhere
Constantly in awe of the way your mind works.
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Digging
03:05
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Stuck around for another year
To watch more backbones disappear
Went to the basement and slept it off
Woke up in Spring with a brand new cough
Called from an unknown number and said
No point waiting till the sky turns red
Not when you know where you have to be
“Heaven’s not an option for people like you and me.”
Now I’m digging holes again
On the road with no end
Losing patience with old friends
On the road with no end
Not sure exactly where I buried that memory
That field, that rock, the sky, you and me
Early attempts at optimism
And vivid recollections of time spent with my mum
At an AA meeting at the age of eight years old
Not understanding what I was being told
By shells of strangers doing their very best to start again
Echoes translated by fear have had their day around here
I’m digging holes again
On the road with no end
Counting every second I spend
On the road with no end
All this unresolved hurt lies dormant in the dirt
This year will be its to take if it’s not shaken awake
So I’m digging holes again
On the road with no end.
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Dreamer's Gait
02:57
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I stayed in bed till the door went
Then I got up and pretended
That I’d been busy for hours
Just a little spaced out
Stood under the cold shower
Remembered about the tiger
Welcomed back each body part one by one
But when I sleep I can’t stand straight
A bad case of dreamer’s gait
So for now I’m best staying awake
But I’ll keep my head firmly in the clouds
That’s where I see you most
I was never the best at singing or talking
Still, there’s no harm in trying
Even if it doesn’t get me that far
Now that I have no bad distractions
I focus on the subtractions
In addition to what divides me from you
Sometimes I think of that other world that brightens up at short notice
Where I’m still eighteen and you’re just the early workings of an idea
I’m only somewhat cracked, you’re not quite cohesive
Then I’m awake again in a concrete dream
The slate’s never quite clean
Oh God, I miss drugs at times like these
But they won’t help me stand up straight
Whether I’m asleep or awake
Someday I’ll have to learn to stand up straight
Untapped parts of my spine form the shape
Of a key to unlock this dreamer’s gait.
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Wrong Life Edinburgh, UK
Hello! I'm Fraser. I play music under the name Wrong Life, and a bunch of my friends are kind enough to play with me. I
tried fooling people into thinking it was a proper full band with a somewhat steady line-up but it didn't work, so here we are.
'Dreamer's Gait' EP is out now.
Full-length coming later this year.
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