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Hungover in the central line heat
Threw up two times this morning; let's not make it 3
It's not very crowded but people are sharing seats
And I'm writing lyrics I hope no one can see
(Fuck me)
AAAAAAHHHHHHH
Writing about love is so tough
Why aren't just three words enough
Why do I need to show I care
Why can't I just say it, I don't lie that often
What more is there to add
Why can't I just say that I am glad
That we met
And I want to hang out every day
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
My thoughts are kinda fuzzy and it's hard to form a picture of you in my head
Three days of taking pills and I'm still wishing I weren't wishing I were dead
Going to band practice in Acton to play songs about
How much I hate my ex
And how I have no idea what romance is yet
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2. |
Afternoon After
01:40
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Hungover, running on fumes
I promise I'll be going home soon
But right now it's nice to just lay in the light
And look at your face and count the tears coming out of your eyes
Ditched my friends so we could hang a little more
Then all we did was watch shadows move across the floor
Not that I got bored
The bus between our houses
Is the slowest it's ever been
If I gave up and went back to yours
Would you let me in?
Looks pretty windy out there
And the sky's turned grey
But I check my phone and it says
There's no chance of rain
Get off, 5 minutes away
Just gotta open my door and then I can claim
That I made it out alive
And as such everything is alright
Staring at my feet I start to move
Notice now that I never tied my shoes
Trip over, fall in the street
Throw up as I get back on my feet
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You should be right here at this party
We should be having some fun
But you're in Wales
And this party's not in Wales
It's in Islington
[whining]
I'm acting pretty fucking spacey
I keep thinking of the day
That we opened
Up our hearts
And of the words I couldn't find the braves to say
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4. |
Love Song
02:35
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I feel down sometimes
I'll either die by suicide
Or alcohol poisoning
I've torn apart my body
And the scars will never fade
I cannot forget my failings
I was not built to last
When I'm dead throw me in the trash
But right now I love you
My emotional capacity
Is various degrees of anger
So I've started taking drugs to make me a person
But now I'm in bed pressing a pillow to my face
Trying to scream but I can't breathe
Maybe this time I'll finally suffocate
The depression makes it hard to get up
The pills make it hard to get it up
But somehow I love you
You're a beautiful man
And I wish you knew that
You're kind and caring and smart
You've stolen all of my heart
Every time I look in your eyes
I feel like I could cry
I haven't done that in a year
But your pain brings me to tears
I hope you know I love you
I hope you know I love you
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Leaving the country the same day you get back
I'd say I'm sad but I don't get sad
But I guess I'm upset that
I didn't get to play you my love song before I left
Getting drunk at the airport alone
Maybe I do need a change of scenery
I'm going to the beach
I haven't been there in a couple years
Last time I went
My grandad wasn't dead
And I liked my ex
But at the time she wasn't my ex
Haven't talked to her in about half a year
That's been pretty goddamn sweet
And now I'm going to the beach
Bringing my guitar
So I can sing
I'll sing about you and I'll sing about me
And about the stars
Cause the stars in Alabama are pretty
I'll sing about my idea of romance
I'll sing about my feelings
And I'll sing about the beach
Cause I'm going to the beach
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6. |
Star Gazing
02:13
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Sounds of the surf
The waves crashing down
The wind in my ears
Laying in the now cool sand
I feel it inbetween my fingers and in my hair
Underneath my nails and stuck to my feet
I'm thinking of you
And wondering what you are thinking
Beach side property
This'd make a nice home for you and me
We could fish for dinner
And write each other poetry
Gulf shores evenings
Holding hands and star gazing
Do you think this could be your fantasy?
The future has never looked so bright
Illuminated by this starry night
I look up at the lights in the sky
And I search for a while
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7. |
2pm
02:13
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This is not my idea of fun
Roasting in the summer sun
My body hurts
This sunburn can't get any worse
I love this place
Just not in the middle of the day
SPF 110
Does not do shit to save my skin
The water's warm
The riptide's pulling me down the shore
In an innertube
Look back at the beach and I think I see you
I love this place
But the heat is making me go insane
Either that or you've been
On my mind a bit too much well I'm trying
To think about things that I like
And not just the person that I like
Obsession isn't sexy
But hey, neither am I with these tan lines
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The rain beats down
On my guitar
My arms are tired
It's getting hard
To play
And I can barely hear my voice over the waves
These songs are exhausting
To write and sing
Especially knowing that
They'll amount to nothing
And I
Am probably wasting my time
Jellyfish stings
All down my legs
Been 4 weeks now
And I'm still wishing I weren't wishing I were dead
Going home
In a day or so
And I can't wait
To see your face
Even though
You've already said you don't have feelings for me
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
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[part 2]
6 hour drive
To a 9 hour flight
To an hour long Piccadilly line ride
To you
Thought I might see this one through
On Holloway Road
And the text arrives
That you're sorry and you can't meet up tonight
And that's fucked
Cause tomorrow I'm leaving for Europe
Head back home
And take off my clothes
Try to masturbate but the porn won't load
It's okay
I can barely get it up anyway
Pick up my guitar
Work on gulf storms
Realise that this song has the same chords
I'm screwed
Guess I'll just call it part two
You're the riptide of my life
I've been pulled into deep water
By dreams of being your wife
This didn't end right
I was supposed to stop by
I need a conclusion
I need to know why
Why you don't like what I'm like
Why you don't want to hold me in the night
I don't want to go without you for months at a time
I need to play you some songs of mine
I occasionally remember a conversation
From a couple years back
Where you said you didn't like holding hands
And it's scared me ever since
Cause I love holding hands
And I love you
And I'd love to hold hands with you
Feel your fingers between mine
Feel you pull me along when you get excited
Feel you squeeze real tight if I ever start to cry
[part 3]
Is there gum in my jeans in the washing machine?
Is there gum in my jeans in the washing machine?
Is there gum in my jeans in the washing machine?
Is there gum in my jeans in the washing machine?
What is there to do about it now
Maybe I just ruined a pair of trousers.
I'm flipping between thoughts of you
And thoughts of wearing my dirty khakis on the train tomorrow.
Rush downstairs and stare through the glass
At the spinning colors
And fuck I can't make out the individual clothes
And I can't see my jeans even when the cycle slows.
Maybe this is a sign that I should start wearing
The dress I stole from my mom.
I wonder what you'd think of it
And if you'll ever see the floral panties that I'd have on.
I might take a bath
Maybe a shower
Imma try to be in bed in an hour.
And think if you've ever said that you like flowers.
I can wait
I can wait
I can wait
I can wait
Even if it takes all day I can wait
Maybe play some videogames I can wait
Listen to a record or two I can wait
Probably need to eat some food I can wait
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7HDI demos London, UK
Check out 7hdi.bandcamp.com for official releases!
DEMOS for the band 7 Hour Darkness
Invasion. Be warned, there's a lot of out of tune singing and out of time playing. These are essentially drafts of what I want the albums to actually be.
C/W: lots of stuff about blood/suicide/alcohol/trans issues
... more
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