1. |
Fading Fiction
02:31
|
|||
|
Heavy plectrum, teeth like metal
I guess that’s something about fragility
55mph, the ribcage rattle
Chest clench, the fantasy luxury
Warbled diction
Fading fiction
Linoleum trainer
On a parquet court
The honeymoon period of my latest little phase has drawn to a premature close
Friends are wearier of myself than I am, but that can be forgiven
Nobody is anything and nobody exists more than 20 minutes or so everyday
Nobody exists until I want them, and even then sometimes they don’t
How do you turn a profit on a day like today?
How do you turn a profit on a day like today?
How do you turn a profit on a day like today?
How?
|
||||
2. |
Ego
02:53
|
|||
|
Lou Will dribble check with the soft slam
Short distance Linford, long distance Cram
I think I might have been missing the point
I’m the comic relief in a Mike Leigh joint
The tracks of my tears slalom head to wrist
Blue wire, red wire, honey I’m tougher than the rest
Red wine text my future ex
Trying to remember where we first met
Where is the centre of your chest?
Where is the centre of your chest?
Where is the centre of your chest?
When’s the last time you visited the centre of your universe?
When’s the last time you visited the centre of your universe?
When’s the last time you visited the centre of your universe?
When’s the last time you visited the centre of your universe?
|
||||
3. |
Broke
04:54
|
|||
|
My broken body reflected on gym rat mannequin
Comprehensively designed, it’s enough to ruin my day
It’s enough to ruin my day
Trying to catch a window from the right angle
To see my proportions grow in a way that makes me feel human
Make me feel human
Asleep on my chest
You’re stirring again
You’re not making sense
Asleep on my chest
You’re stirring again
You’re not making sense
Asleep on my chest
It’s a toe cutting thumb buster ripping through foot flesh
It’s a close friends only story asking for sobriety tips
It’s a Sunday sea stare searching for emotional rescue
It’s last on the platform, hands in my pocket, Brighton beach breakdown
Asleep on my chest
You’re stirring again
You’re not making sense
Asleep on my chest
The breeze on my neck
The midnight sky breaks
Asleep on my chest
|
||||
4. |
Mount Florida
05:25
|
|||
|
I woke, in a haze, in a smokey room.
No one there but for me, and a little bit left of you.
You drew eyes in the mist of my lens,
Breathed me blind and I never saw you again.
I haven’t slept in days, I’m black and I’m blue
The sleeping heart of a coward is brutal and cruel
Bleary eyed and backwards on the train
Thinking what you think of me again
Walk to Mount Florida
The purple bridge
Walk to Mount Florida
The sun will set
Walk to Mount Florida
The purple bridge
Walk to Mount Florida
The sun will set
Walk to Mount Florida
The purple bridge
Walk to Mount Florida
The sun will set
Walk to Mount Florida
The purple bridge
Walk to Mount Florida
The sun will set
|
||||
If you like Baggio, you may also like:
Five ghostly folk songs described by Dayydream as being on the border of imagination & reality, all wreathed in delicate echo.
go to album
The In-Between
by Dolly Valentine
Beautiful ballads wreathed with mist, “The In-Between” boasts gentle melodies and rich Americana arrangements.
go to album
Callahan’s latest both comforts and unnerves.
go to album
The new EP from denitia specializes in big, hooky pop songs that put her smoky voice front and center.
go to album
Truthlikeness
by Ryan Von Gonten
Ryan Von Gonten’s knack for heartwrenching vocal melody is front and center on the quiet, surging “Truthlikeness.”
go to album
One-man project Vlimmer exists in the borderlands between post-punk and industrial/EBM, creating danceable darkness.
go to album
The striking synth/goth songs on the latest from Vlimmer feel 50 stories tall, with gigantic walls of sound and bleak, ominous vocals.
go to album
